Leaning against the wall, Kris Cooper lowered his face, pondering briefly before raising it again to look at Andre Colin.
"So... you an that if she rembers , she’ll also rember those things?"
Andre Colin watched his friend sympathetically, with a slight frown, and gently nodded.
Kris Cooper was silent for a few seconds, "According to your speculation, what’s her current situation?"
"It’s like a giant rock has dropped into a dead pool of water; the mories buried in her subconscious have been activated by you, but full recovery certainly won’t be so quick. If you want her to recover her mories, she’ll need a lot more of such strong stimuli." As he said this, Andre Colin turned right and pointed to the side window, "Just behind is the smoking area."
He knew Kris Cooper’s habit; when it ca to important matters that needed pondering, he liked to quietly smoke alone.
Kris Cooper took a deep breath, as Andre Colin expected, he indeed needed to think things over quietly now.
"Take care of her for for a while."
Murmuring softly, Kris Cooper turned and went downstairs.
As he watched Kris’s figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, Andre Colin sighed softly and returned to the ward.
Kris Cooper went downstairs along the stairway, arriving at the backyard’s smoking area.
It was midnight, and the smoking area was deserted and quiet. He fumbled for cigarettes, took one out, lit it at his lips, took a puff, and slowly exhaled a cloud of bluish-gray smoke.
The rising smoke enveloped the man’s handso face in a haze.
...
...
In the ward.
Vera Wave opened her eyes, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above, then turned her face and noticed Andre Colin sitting beside her, her eyes tinged with confusion.
"You fainted, and then Kris brought you here. He’s outside for a smoke and asked to take care of you," Andre Colin explained the situation succinctly, his gaze scrutinizing her face. "Are you okay?"
"Dean Andre... sorry for the trouble." Vera smiled gratefully at him and raised her hand to rub her temples, "It’s just... my head still hurts a bit."
Hearing the words "Dean Andre," Andre Colin knew the result was as expected; Vera hadn’t recovered her mory.
It was obvious that those dark mories had a significant impact on her, and in her subconscious, she did not want to recall those events, hence deliberately suppressing those earlier mories.
It’s similar to how, when one cannot endure the pain, the brain voluntarily chooses to faint; it’s the body’s self-preservation instinct.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at Kris Cooper, who was sitting on a chair in the backyard smoking. He took out his phone, quickly edited a text ssage, and sent it.
"She’s awake, but her mory hasn’t returned."
The man sitting on the chair hurriedly discarded the cigarette in his hand and ran towards the ergency building.
Two minutes later, Kris Cooper returned to the ward, slling of smoke. Having run all the way upstairs, his breathing was noticeably unstable.
"Vera!" Bursting through the door, Kris Cooper quickly walked to her side, watching her face with concern, "How are you?"
"I’m fine, just a bit of a headache."
Vera secretly glanced at Andre Colin, her gaze falling on Kris Cooper’s face, hesitating to speak.
Having a keen sense of things, Andre Colin imdiately noticed Vera wanted to say sothing to Kris, so he stood up willingly.
"I have sothing to do. You two chat for a while; I’ll co back later."
Kris Cooper escorted him to the door, the two exchanged a glance, and Andre Colin turned to leave.
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