"Chiko! You've regained your memory! " When Ye Fan heard Fujiwara No Chiko say the word Chihō, he ran to Fujiwara No Chiko like a madman and hugged Fujiwara No Chiko tightly in his arms!
It had been two months. During these two months of separation, every day felt like a year. He had suffered a lot. Now that his beloved wife's memory had finally been restored, Ye Fan was even more excited than when he had first obtained his powers! He hugged Fujiwara No Chiko tighter and tighter. He didn't want to let go of her anymore.
"Let go of me first," Fujiwara No Chiko said as she pushed Ye Fan away. "It's not what you think."
"What?" Ye Fan, who was pushed away, was shocked. "You haven't regained your memory?"
Fujiwara No Chiko nodded.
"Then how do you know this sword is called Chihō?" Ye Fan asked.
"I don't know why," Fujiwara No Chiko said as she looked at the sword in her hand. "I just know its name."
"Then what else do you remember?" Ye Fan asked as he put his hands on Fujiwara No Chiko's shoulders.
"Nothing," Fujiwara No Chiko shook her shoulders and broke free from Ye Fan's grasp.
After hearing this, Ye Fan's excited heart fell to the bottom again.
"But …" Fujiwara No Chiko wanted to say something, but she stopped.
"But what?" Ye Fan asked.
"Maybe you're not lying," Fujiwara No Chiko said.
"I'm telling the truth. I'm not lying to you. You're really my wife," Ye Fan said anxiously.
Fujiwara No Chiko was silent. She quietly put Chihō's sword back into its scabbard.
"I have a headache. I want to rest," Fujiwara No Chiko said as she frowned and lowered her head.
"Okay, you go and rest," Ye Fan said dispiritedly. "I'll call you for dinner."
Fujiwara No Chiko put Chihō's sword back into its scabbard and then went upstairs with it.
Ye Fan sighed and sat heavily on the stone chair. He fell into deep thought. Things were not going as smoothly as he had imagined. Although he had taken back his wife, the problem was not completely solved. Chiko's memory was still not restored. However, things were not as bad as he had imagined. At least Fujiwara No Chiko could still remember Chihō's name. This rekindled his hope. Although Fujiwara No Chiko's memory was completely erased, there was no way to erase the memory of her body. For example, no matter how her memory was changed, her habits and taste would never change. He thought about it. For the next few days, he would start with the food. He would make some of Fujiwara No Chiko's favorite food and see if it would have some effect. When the time was right, he would take her to the Ye Family and see if the Ye Family had any way to cure Fujiwara No Chiko.
The afternoon passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sun had set in the west and the moon had risen above the treetops.
In the kitchen, Ye Fan was cooking and frying, cooking and frying. He was meticulously preparing every dish.
Stir-fried vegetables, braised pork trotters, Jiangnan fragrant rice, Zhenjiang perch. He did not dare to be careless in any of the dishes. These dishes were Fujiwara No Chiko's favorite. He hoped that these dishes would help her restore her memory.
After half an hour, the stone table was filled with seven dishes: four meat and three vegetables. After preparing everything, Ye Fan went to the second floor and called Fujiwara No Chiko to eat.
"Tock tock tock …" Ye Fan knocked on the stone door, "Chiko, time to eat."
There was no response from inside the stone door.
"Chiko," Ye Fan thought that Fujiwara No Chiko was still asleep, so he raised his voice slightly, "Chiko, time to eat."
There was still no response from inside. It was strangely quiet.
Ye Fan was worried and anxious. He hurriedly pushed open the stone door and walked in.
"Chiko, Qian …" Ye Fan's worry was unnecessary. Fujiwara No Chiko sat quietly on the bed, not saying a word. Her bright red bridal dress had been replaced by a simple and elegant white dress. She looked fresh and refined, and her beauty was unparalleled.
"Chiko, time to eat." Seeing that she was fine, Ye Fan was relieved.
Fujiwara No Chiko lowered her head, still not saying a word.
"Qian …"
"Who am I?" Fujiwara No Chiko interrupted Ye Fan and raised her head to ask.
"You are Fujiwara No Chiko. You are my first wife," Ye Fan replied.
Fujiwara No Chiko raised her head and stared into Ye Fan's eyes, as if to verify if he was lying.
But Ye Fan's eyes were full of tenderness and love. There was nothing strange about it.
"Why did you kill the guards and sneak past the Zhou residence last time?" Fujiwara No Chiko continued to ask.
"I had no choice but to do it because I wanted to check on your condition," Ye Fan said as he sat on the stone stool next to the dressing table.
"Condition?" Fujiwara No Chiko asked in confusion.
"By chance, I got to know someone from the Ye Family, a famous medical family. That's why I invited him over to take a look at your condition and see if you've been hypnotized." Ye Fan said honestly.
"Famous doctor?" Fujiwara No Chiko asked in confusion, "The old man who sells ginseng?"
Ye Fan nodded.
"How did you know I was at the Zhou residence?" Fujiwara No Chiko asked.
"It's simple. Here," Ye Fan said as he took out a small, delicate bamboo tube. "This was the one that led me to you."
Fujiwara No Chiko was shocked when she saw Ye Fan's small bamboo tube. She took the bamboo tube from Ye Fan and looked at it carefully. "Why do you have this too?"
"There is a little flying insect called Green Beetle in this tube. It pairs up and can find each other even if they are thousands of miles apart," Ye Fan explained. "This pair of Green Beetle was given to us by Jinchan on our wedding day. You and I each have one."
Fujiwara No Chiko heard Ye Fan's words and immediately took out a small bamboo tube that was exactly the same as Ye Fan's. Although the two Green Beetle were in the bamboo tube, they could already sense each other. When Fujiwara No Chiko put the two bamboo tubes together, the two Green Beetle began to chirp happily.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak …" The chirping of the Green Beetle was clear and melodious. Fujiwara No Chiko fell into deep thought again.
All kinds of signs showed that what Ye Fan said was not false. When she checked the room just now, she did find her hair on the comb on the dressing table. She was sure that the hair was not an illusion made by Ye Fan when she was unconscious, because the hair on the comb had lost its luster. At first glance, she could tell that it had fallen off for a while. There was also her own lipstick on the red paper that was painted on her lips. The color of the red paper had also faded. In addition, the women's clothes in the room, no matter the size, style, or even smell, were all hers. All these proved that she had indeed lived here.
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