The middle-aged woman had always kept telling Han Fei not to overthink and rest well. She seemed to be the only person in the world who cared for Han Fei, yet Han Fei really couldn't remember who she was.
That face had no impression on him; to Han Fei, the middle-aged woman was like a stranger.
Having lost almost all his memories, he couldn't confirm the identities of people around him, nor could he be sure if this was even his own home.
"Don't get too close to the window," the middle-aged woman guided Han Fei to the side of the bed. Seeing him like this filled her eyes with pain, but she dared not show it, "Dinner will be ready soon. After eating, take a bath; you've just come out from the hospital, and there were a lot of patients there."
The middle-aged woman didn't rush Han Fei; every sentence was to seek his opinion.
