Chapter 2: In An Mạc's Heart, There Is Someone
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In my heart, there has always been someone—a person whose face I don't remember, whose voice I don't recall. This person gives me a warm feeling yet causes intense pain when I think of them in dreams.
Night after night, they appear and vanish, making me restless and driven to search.
But fortunately,
I've found him now. After three years of relentless searching, I finally found him.
Yet why can't I explain that the feeling when I'm next to him is so different, nothing like the memories, different to the point that it can't be called love?
Three years ago, she woke up after a long coma, her memory fragmented like a malfunctioning tape, disjointed memories that couldn't connect, everything appearing vague and fragmented.
She didn't even remember her name, Cố An Mạt, until a stranger, with cold eyes, looked at her and said from the hospital bed.
-Your name is Cố An Mạt; you are Cố Diệp Minh's sister.
The slight rustle under the white blanket woke her up from the long sleep. Although her eyes were half-open, she knew the person she loved had regained consciousness a bit. She hurriedly ran outside to call the nurse and doctor.
"Doctor, doctor, he's awake!"
After checking the heartbeat and body, the doctor gently covered the patient with a blanket and reassured An Mạt, who was anxiously waiting.
"He's fine; don't worry. He'll be fully awake in a few days!"
She sighed in relief.
Looking at his pale, sickly face, An Mạt had to suppress the urge to cry out in pain.
"So cruel!"
Her voice was soft, almost blending with the sound of rain outside, unnoticed by the other two.
"You shouldn't stay here too long; go home, rest, and prepare his belongings, then come back!"
The young nurse, with a sympathetic face, advised her, but she just shook nervously in response.
"If I'm not here, I'm afraid he'll be..."
Indeed, she was very afraid because she had an older brother like Cố Diệp Minh. A cold-hearted person who could kill in just a few minutes, he even dared to do so in her presence. If she not took care him, wouldn't Hạ Vũ's life hang by a thread?
"What would happen?"
The other person sighed heavily after a long silence, pushing the medical equipment trolley out, and she stood in its way.
"Doctor! I feel like I've forgotten someone I know. How can I remember quickly?"
She urgently asked after leaving the room.
The doctor looked at her attentively and calmly.
"In my opinion, amnesia requires contact with that person; perhaps it will gradually restore memories and connections in the long run. Most patients with temporary amnesia can recover within a few years if exposed to things from their past."
"I understand..."
She reluctantly remembered her despised older brother, sometimes feeling like she had truly forgotten something.
Because every time he appeared, An Mạt felt a stronger emotion than the usual bond people talk about.
Ridiculous! Clearly, he's her brother!
So she had to recall what exactly caused their animosity, something that couldn't be explained in just a five-minute conversation.
"Where is my brother, Bắc Thần?"
She called his trusted younger brother, who had been her good friend for a long time.
"Oh, An Mạt is concerned about his life and death now!"
The mocking laughter didn't bother her at all as it came steadily from the other end of the line.
"Don't tease me; just tell me!"
She frowned, mocking in response.
"They finished arguing, and he's off to Australia!"
Not too surprised, An Mạt casually responded.
"I'll head there! But don't inform him beforehand; he might kick me back here. When I arrive at the airport, I'll send the address. Enough now, I'm busy!"
"Oh..."
Bắc Thần was shocked, unable to utter a word before the call was disconnected.
"Is sibling rivalry about to escalate again?"
He pondered silently, unsure how to resolve things amicably.
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