All night, Zong Zheng kept touching her forehead from time to time, checking her temperature.
When the sky brightened, her temperature finally went down.
Zong Zheng reluctantly looked at her small face, which looked much more haggard.
His heart ached with pangs; no matter what she was like, he loved her dearly.
Tang'er, why do you bother about those things? Aren't you still you, even after the memory loss?
Not knowing when she would wake up, Zong Zheng left the room first.
When Tang Tang woke up, only Mrs. Zhang was there with her.
"Did he come back last night?" Tang Tang asked hoarsely.
"No! The doctor came last night."
Could it have been her illusion?
Did she mistake the doctor for Zong Zheng?
She didn't do anything unusual, did she?
After all, that night, she even acted like that towards Zong Zheng!
