That's true. The doctor explained all the precautions to Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen returned to the villa, where Xi Jia was revising the script in the bedroom. She had been reviewing many of her previous notes, including clips of her interactions with Mo Yushen, which she had added back.
She turned on her phone's flashlight and shone it on the computer screen, intending to shine it on Ji Qingshi's face from now on.
The bedroom door opened.
Xi Jia turned around and said, "Husband."
Mo Yushen: "Hmm." He took off his coat. "The script isn't ready yet?"
Xi Jia: "Strive for perfection." She saved the document. "You got off work quite late today."
Mo Yushen didn't hide anything, saying that he went home and had a meeting with the doctor.
Xi Jia shut down the computer. "What do you mean?"
Mo Yushen: "The recovery is not bad, but once you use up this part of your memory, I don't know what it will be like. You might get stuck."
Xi Jia was interested in this, so she gave her chair to Mo Yushen, then sat on his lap and wrapped her ponytail around his waist.
"What do you mean? How did you get stuck?" She thought for a moment, "Can't you speak properly?" Then she imitated, "Mo... Mo... Mo Yu... Shen, you... are... so... so... so handsome."
Mo Yushen chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Be serious."
Chapter 88
Xi Jia loosened the ponytail from Mo Yushen's waist and wrapped it around his neck. She put on a serious face, indicating that she was already very serious, and gestured for Mo Yushen to continue.
Mo Yushen: "That's not called getting stuck, that's called stuttering."
Xi Jia ran the end of her ponytail back and forth across Mo Yushen's chin, as if she understood. "Mo Yushen, you..." And then nothing more.
Mo Yushen was waiting for her to continue, but she started playing around. "Speak properly."
Xi Jia: "I'm done talking. Isn't this just getting stuck? Mo Yushen, you..." She laughed.
Mo Yushen: "..." It seems that's the literal meaning. But her memories are discontinuous, unlike when she speaks, only saying half of what she means.
"When your memory can't keep up, your mind will go blank, and you won't even know who you are or how this happened."
He gave her a heads-up beforehand, so she wouldn't be at a loss when the time came.
Xi Jia seemed to understand. She demonstrated it to Mo Yushen, "Isn't this the kind of situation that might occur? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Mo Yu nodded.
“It’s okay. Look at me, I got through it when I couldn’t hear and had no memory at all. Even if my memory is blank, it’s nothing. It’s fun.” She comforted Mo Yushen: “Have you forgotten what I do? I’m a screenwriter, so I need to have these kinds of extraordinary experiences.”
Mo Yushen stared at her face. Since she fell ill, he had never seen a trace of dejection or frustration on her face, not even during the time when she couldn't hear.
Xi Jia covered his eyes, "Don't look at me like that, I won't be able to resist your charm."
Not just her, she thought any woman would be tempted if he looked at her like that.
On a whim, Xi Jia asked him, "Why did your ex-girlfriend break up with you? I wouldn't be able to let her go. Or did you dump her first?"
She only looked at a small portion of the notes today; she didn't see Mo Yushen's past.
Mo Yushen: "Others insist on sharing with me."
Xi Jia: "Why? Did you do something really awful?"
"No. She doesn't remember me and keeps asking me for a divorce."
Xi Jia looked away from his eyes. "So, I'm your ex-girlfriend, and also your ex-wife?"
"Hmm. Anyway, it's just you." Mo Yushen glanced at his watch; it was getting late, so he reminded her to go to sleep.
Xi Jia: "Okay, since I'm your first love, I'll do whatever you say tonight." She got off Mo Yushen's lap.
Mo Yushen brought her pajamas.
Xi Jia didn't answer, but tiptoed and put her arm around his shoulder as they walked toward the bathroom. "Let's go together, to save water."
Mo Yushen: "..."
In the end, they didn't save a single drop of water.
Xi Jia emerged from the bathroom an hour later.
She sat in front of the vanity. In the mirror, her skin was fair and rosy, and her complexion was radiant. She didn't need to apply a face mask tonight.
Xi Jia took the phone and set an alarm to ring every two hours during the day. The alarm name was: Check Memos.
She put a lot of things in her memo, all related to her illness, including the kind of memory discontinuity, blanks, and stuttering that Mo Yushen had just mentioned.
After completing all the preparations, Xi Jia checked her WeChat. Wu Yang had messaged her two hours earlier, asking if she wanted to play games.
The first time Xi Jia played a game was many years ago, abroad, when Mo Lian taught her.
They were all very young at the time, teenagers.
She rarely socialized since her school days, mainly because she didn't have the time. Her days were packed with homework and equestrian training, and she would write scripts when she got home in the evening.
Sometimes when I'm stuck on a word or have no ideas, I'll play games with Mo Lian.
She and Mo Lian share a circle of friends; she was a college classmate of his, and Mo Lian also knew her. They had hung out together many times. Mo Lian wasn't very talkative.
She and Mo Lian got along quite well.
Later, after graduating from university, they saw each other less often, perhaps because of her illness. She had forgotten how many years it had been since she had last contacted Mo Lian.
After graduating from university, Mo Lian was busy with company affairs and basically stopped playing games.
She signed with a club after graduating from university and became a professional equestrian athlete. She met Wu Yang at the club, and Wu Yang also loved playing games.
After a busy day, they would team up to relax.
Xi Jia replied to Wu Yang: "I haven't played for many days, so I'm rusty."
Wu Yang: [I haven't played for several days either. I thought you were asleep.]
Xi Jia: [No, I was just writing a script. Want to play a couple of rounds?]
She and Wu Yang are both currently unemployed; the club is on holiday and won't resume work until the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. This is her longest holiday to date.
Wu Yang: [It's too late now, you should get some rest.]
Xi Jia: [I'm not sleepy, I always go to bed late.] She logged into her account and saw that the store had updated with many new skins that she had never seen before. [I want to buy a skin, new year, new look, you pick one too, I'll give it to you.] Xi Jia asked Wu Yang to choose a skin.
Mo Yushen came out of the bathroom and saw that Xi Jia had not yet gone to bed, so he urged her to rest.
Xi Jia was having a great time: "Anyway, I'm not going to work tomorrow."
Mo Yushen forbade her to stay up so late and ordered her to go to bed. He then asked her what her plans were for tomorrow.
Xi Jia climbed into bed. "Find a friend, let's talk. Goodnight." She put her phone on the pillow, lay on her side, and turned her back to Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen glanced at Xi Jia and gestured for her to turn around.
Xi Jia pretended to be very sleepy and mumbled, "We can each sleep in our own rooms. The air is fresh, and we can sleep more comfortably."
Mo Yushen felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Before, she always wanted to be glued to him, but now they wanted to sleep separately. He turned off the light, but he wasn't sleepy at all.
Thinking about the power struggle with Mo Lian, and thinking about Xi Jia's illness.
The more I think about it, the clearer my mind becomes.
A dozen minutes later, a faint voice called out, "Honey, are you asleep?"
Mo Yushen assumed Xi Jia wanted water or wasn't feeling well. "No, what's wrong?"
Xi Jia sighed inwardly, "It's nothing. Just wanted to say goodnight, honey."
Mo Yushen watched Xi Jia's retreating figure, guessing that she was waiting for him to fall asleep, perhaps planning something naughty. "Goodnight."
Xi Jia gave a fake yawn.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and Xi Jia called him again, "Husband?"
No one answered.
Xi Jia turned around, "Husband?"
Mo Yu was breathing evenly and looked to be sleeping soundly.
Xi Jia nudged him, but he didn't move. Finally relieved, she pulled the blanket over her head, opened her phone, and asked Wu Yang: "Have you chosen your skin yet?"
Wu Yang: [I've made my choice. I thought you were reluctant to give it to me.]
"Xi...Xi...Xi...Xi Jia, go to sleep...go to sleep."
Xi Jia was stunned for a moment, then quickly pulled the blanket off her head.
Mo Yushen had already turned on the light and was looking at her.
Xi Jia suddenly burst out laughing, almost unable to stop. She threw her phone aside and hugged Mo Yushen's neck, "You...you...you...are so...so...cute."
Mo Yushen patted her head, "You're not allowed to play on your phone in bed."
Xi Jia handed him the phone, saying, "I'm done playing."
Mo Yushen asked her, "Aren't you tired?"
Xi Jia shook her head. Although she had exercised in the bathroom before, she was in a good mood, her whole body was relaxed, and she didn't feel very tired.
Mo Yushen turned off the light. "You still don't get enough exercise," he said, leaning over her.
Xi Jia's body sank down, bearing all his weight. "Our first time, I forgot. I don't know if I'll ever forget it in my lifetime."
Mo Yushen: "...Focus."
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When Xi Jia woke up the next day, Mo Yushen had already gone to work; the Mo Group hadn't given them a holiday yet. She still remembered many things that had happened the night before.
She's meeting a friend today.
Xi Jia drove to the law firm. Cheng Weimo arrived at his usual time today, and he was already in his office when she arrived.
"Attorney Cheng."
The door to Cheng Weimo's office was ajar, and Xi Jia knocked twice.