Chapter 1026:
She hesitated and then sighed into the receiver. “Today, I planned to tell Dylan I wasn’t ready for a relationship. But he risked his life for me. I don’t know what to feel anymore.”
After speaking a little longer, Christina ended the call and returned to Dylan’s side. She reached out, her fingertips brushing gently across his face as a long sigh slipped from her lips.
She cared for Dylan—there was no denying that—but she wasn’t ready to step into a relationship again.
The change of heart happened all the time; she could vouch for her own sincerity, but never for someone else’s. Life was long, its uncertainties endless. Could Dylan’s reckless sacrifice prove his loyalty? It seemed so. Yet there was no promise he would always remain this way. In love, everything felt boundless. But once affection withered, even a simple glance could feel unbearable. Christina clasped Dylan’s hand, her emotions tangling into knots of longing and hesitation. Her thoughts spun restlessly until weariness stole over her.
Eventually, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted into sleep.
She didn’t know how much time had passed when she felt the gentle poke of a finger stirring her awake.
Christina slowly stirred awake, finding herself staring into a pair of deep, searching eyes. They gleamed with a childlike innocence, carefree and curious, almost disarmingly so. Wait… Was this really Dylan looking at her? Something felt off. Dylan would never gaze at her with such unguarded wonder. Before she could collect her thoughts, his puzzled voice broke through.
“Who are you?”
His brow furrowed, his tone utterly serious—no trace of jest. The cold, detached demeanor he usually wore was gone, replaced instead by wide-eyed curiosity and gentle confusion.
Christina froze for a moment, her mind blank. Then, hurriedly, she leaned forward as realization struck. “You don’t remember me? Look at me carefully… See if you can recognize who I am.”
Dylan tilted his head, studying her with innocent curiosity. His brow tightened as he searched his memory, only to shake his head in the end. “I don’t know you.”.
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His long, soft lashes fluttered with each blink, and in that moment, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Chloe, carrying the same childlike purity.
A wave of panic rushed through Christina. She wondered if the head injury had affected his mental state. Yet, she had read all his medical reports; nothing had indicated permanent brain damage. Dylan likely suffered from concussion-induced amnesia, either retrograde or anterograde. In most cases, patients gradually regained their memories within days or weeks. From the way his symptoms presented, it appeared to be retrograde amnesia—his mind had lost everything from before the accident.
Christina remained silent, her chest tightening, when Dylan’s question came again, gentle but insistent. “Who are you?”
She leaned closer, but Dylan instinctively edged away. His reaction stung, and disappointment flickered in her eyes. He was afraid of her now. The thought settled in her chest like a stone.
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