Ye Lu bumped unexpectedly into the depths of his emotionless eyes, her heart felt as if it was grasped by some icy claws, a shiver rising from the soles of her feet.

But upon seeing her, the man’s eyes instantly changed; the sharp and cold gaze turned puzzled, the firm ice in his eyes slowly melted, like a lost child suddenly finding a trustworthy relative.

His eyes stared at her unwaveringly, disregarding everyone else around, reflecting only her in his pupils, as if she was his entire world.

Ye Lu was unnerved by the intensity of his gaze.

She had been frightened by his icy, knife-like eyes, but now his gaze was so gentle, it scared her even more. His eyes truly exhibited a stark contrast of ice and fire.

"Ah, I was right, he recognizes you. As soon as you came in, he let his guard down and didn’t throw anything at us," the doctor said with a triumphant ’I knew it’ attitude, "Come on, persuade him to cooperate with my treatment. I need to give him an IV, but he won’t let me touch him."

Ye Lu rolled her eyes, but seeing that the man seemed to have no ill intent, she walked over.

"Do you recognize me?" Ye Lu asked, puzzled.

The man quietly looked at her, shaking his head and then nodding, his voice hesitant and lost: "I only remember you, I can’t remember anything else, just you."

"But, I truly didn’t know you before. Maybe you still recognize me because I was by your side when you were hit," she suggested.

After all, a person’s short-term memory is relatively strong; it’s likely that just before falling unconscious, he saw her, and that’s what he remembered.

Otherwise, she couldn’t fathom why this man, who couldn’t remember any familiar friends or family, not even his own identity, could remember her, a complete stranger, so vividly.

"Impossible, if I didn’t know you before, I couldn’t possibly remember only you," the man said with a furrowed brow, handing her a drawing.

Ye Lu lowered her head to take it and was shocked to see that the paper depicted a woman – the familiar lines and likeness were unmistakably her own. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

What was more astonishing was the drawing’s meticulousness; it even included the mole on the side of her face.

A tremor went through Ye Lu’s heart; this man must be intimately familiar with her, otherwise how could he remember such minute details so clearly and even draw them out.

Ye Lu grew more puzzled.

Looking at the drawing, she realized it wasn’t just her face that had been captured; her whole person was sketched out.

Ye Lu recognized the clothes she wore in the drawing; huh, wasn’t that the full-body photo from when she participated in a beauty pageant?

Dizzy with confusion, maybe what the doctor guessed was right, perhaps he was an anonymous male fan who secretly adored her.

But glancing sideways at this peculiar man, the way he looked at her, she couldn’t feel that it was the gaze of someone in love.

There was no trace of the excitement and admiration one expects to see in someone looking at a girl they like, but rather a kind of dependence, confusion, a longing for closeness coupled with a subtle and delicate apprehension.

He looked rather pitiable.

"Who exactly are you? What is your relationship to me?" the man asked her, puzzled.

"How would I know, but it for sure can’t be your mother," Ye Lu retorted crossly, encountering a real oddity, "By the way, do you remember what happened in the car? Why were you calling out for mom? Does your mom look like me?"

The man shook his head: "I don’t know, I just felt instinctively that you resemble mom."

Then he looked at her again.

"But you must be someone very important to me; otherwise, I wouldn’t remember you so clearly, and only you. You must be very important."