He still couldn't do many things well, but An Ziqi had taken all his books away. He didn't know what his past self was like; he just wanted to make her happy every day.
Moreover, he hated the presence of other men around An Ziqi, yet he knew nothing about them.
"Idiot, even if you can't remember for the rest of your life, it's fine as long as you're by my side," An Ziqi whispered softly.
That month's palpitations felt like yesterday, no matter what, she just wanted him to be well and by her side.
As long as she could wake up each day and see him at first glance, as long as she had his broad and sturdy embrace when she needed it, even if he said not a word, she was happy.
Xiao Moli was pleased and kissed her forehead gently.
An Ziqi looked up and smiled, "Okay, don't be unhappy, let's dance."
"But, I can't," Xiao Moli turned his head to look at the people dancing around and said softly.
