An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 332 Therefore, Meng Youyou did not intend to tell him.

The next morning, Huo Qingshan and Meng Youyou bumped into each other in the elevator.

The girl entered the elevator a step later, and the man held the open button until she was inside before letting go.

Meng Youyou greeted him with a bright smile: "Good morning, Battalion Commander Huo!"

Huo Qingshan nodded slightly and replied softly, "Good morning."

Unexpectedly, the girl retorted with a hint of displeasure the moment she finished speaking: "Why didn't you reply to my WeChat messages last night? Didn't you check your phone?"

The man was speechless at the sudden question and didn't know how to respond. Just like when he saw the message yesterday, he was the one who was confused, but he was the one who was at a loss.

During his silent interlude, the girl's gaze slowly shifted downwards, drawn to the plastic bottle containing brown liquid in the man's hand. Huo Qingshan clearly saw her frown, and then the thing she was holding was snatched away by her.

She looked at him and said seriously, "Your physical functions haven't fully recovered yet. I checked online, and in cases like yours, the first three months after waking up are a period of rapid compensation, during which basic motor and cognitive functions can be largely restored. However, the more refined myelin regeneration and barrier repair require a long period of remodeling."

Caffeine stimulates the central nervous system and increases the metabolic burden, so you shouldn't drink coffee at this time.

As she was muttering to herself, Meng Youyou looked down and pulled a bag of milk out of her bag. Then she grabbed his wrist and stuffed the bag into his hand: "Here, you can drink milk in the morning from now on."

Huo Qingshan looked down at the bag of milk that had inexplicably appeared in his hand and fell into deep thought—this was certainly not an appropriate behavior in terms of boundaries.

Although she had maintained a distance from him most of the time during their limited interactions—for example, when she asked to borrow his card last night, her tone was polite and appropriate, provided that one could ignore the little tricks she used when asking for his WeChat later.

For example, the first WeChat message she sent him was: "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Meng Youyou, I'm 22 years old, my office is on the floor below yours, and I don't have a boyfriend yet~"

It was followed by a shy bunny emoji with rosy cheeks.

These behaviors are all in line with the reasonable social habits of two people who have just met, provided that one selectively ignores her last sentence and the underlying meaning that cannot be ignored.

Yesterday at noon in the camp canteen, Huo Qingshan saw the young girl who had suddenly rushed over and hugged him more than two months ago, and a moment of stunned silence flashed through his mind.

That unexplained, presumptuous hug became a long-standing mystery in the man's mind. Before seeing her again, Huo Qingshan had always believed that they must know each other, and that their relationship was extraordinary. Seeing her in the cafeteria, Huo Qingshan felt that everything would suddenly become clear; after all, they worked in the same place, so it was perfectly normal for them to know each other.

In fact, it seems that in everyone's eyes, she and he had no prior connection.

Otherwise, when they left the canteen yesterday at noon, Zhan You wouldn't have been so curious as to ask him, "Battalion Commander, do you know that girl in the canteen?"

Huo Qingshan asked in confusion, "You don't know her?" "I wouldn't say I know her. That girl is a clerical staff member who just joined last month. I've seen her a few times from a distance in the office building, each time in groups of two or three. We've never spoken. She's been with the team for less than a month, and I don't even know her name. I think her surname is Meng."

He and she were completely unrelated. He was a border guard who had been stationed in the army for many years and had been seriously injured and isolated in the hospital for the past year. She was a college graduate from Beijing, whose hometown was far away in Hangzhou, and who had been working for less than a month.

If that's the case, logically speaking, their first meeting should have been at the military hospital's recreational plaza. He had been exercising outdoors every day since waking up, and she happened to be there for a pre-employment physical exam.

Huo Qingshan has no memories of this body's past and can only establish connections with the people and things around him through introductions and feedback from those around him. And none of the information he has so far points to the conclusion that the two knew each other in the past.

But... in front of him, she would unintentionally reveal a kind of intimacy that only comes between two people who are familiar with each other. For example, at this moment, it was not only reflected in her tone, such as her righteous questioning of why he didn't reply to her messages, but also in a subtle atmosphere between people.

Would an ordinary colleague, whom you've only met twice, meticulously review these rehabilitation materials? And remember every single word?
Facts and logic are always at odds, yet they can never reach a clear and definitive conclusion. With the source of all these contradictions standing right in front of him, Huo Qingshan pondered for a few seconds before speaking: "We knew each other before, didn't we?" Almost as a statement, he pointed out evidence: "Last time at the hospital..." The man paused, finally choosing a more neutral statement: "You called out my name."

Upon hearing this, the girl raised her eyes and stared intently at him, gazing straight into the depths of his dark eyes.

Those bright, clear eyes, filled with so much emotion when they looked at him, made Huo Qingshan even more certain of his judgment. So he pressed further, asking, "How did we meet? How long have we known each other? What is our relationship?"

The man bombarded him with a series of questions, eager to untangle the tangled mess of threads.

Inside the small elevator, one looked up while the other looked down, their eyes meeting directly, staring at each other for a long time without any obstruction.

The girl just stared at him, her eyes welling up with tears, but she didn't utter a single word. Meng Youyou silently answered his many questions in her mind: "Huo Qingshan, what do you want me to say?"

The two found a secluded corner, sat down facing each other, placed a teapot between them, and she calmly and vaguely began to recount the past. For someone with no memory, what difference was there between this and simply listening to someone else's story? Without the slightest bit of real feeling, how could she possibly recall it just by hearing it?

When she choked up several times and couldn't continue speaking, would he feel the same way she did? — Would you politely and distantly hand me a tissue, or would you hold me tightly in your arms and gently kiss away the tears on my face?
No, she wouldn't. Therefore, Meng Youyou didn't plan to tell him.

Moreover, Meng Youyou herself didn't like doing this. To bind a man to the past when he doesn't yet love her, saying, "We were lovers before, you have to date me," is that really the right thing to do?
Meng Youyou found this despicable. What's the difference between this and binding a man who no longer loves you with marriage and responsibility? What's the point of constantly repeating "how good you were to me, how gentle and attentive you were," tearfully listing the sweet words or vows a man once made to you has no tenderness in his eyes? It's so boring!
The past, the past, it's all just "the past." But what about the present? What about the future? What if he can't remember anything at all?
Beautiful and precious memories are meant to be treasured, and Meng Youyou will never discard them. But one cannot cling to the past, trapped in its illusions and unwilling to wake up.

Love is not static; it can grow, decline, or even disappear. However, it cannot be arbitrarily altered by human will. It is merely a feeling stemming from instinct. No one can switch between "like" and "dislike." The feeling of being moved cannot be artificially manipulated, at any time.

Meng Youyou believes that matters of the heart are actually very simple in essence, without so many complicated twists and turns. Liking is liking, and loving is loving; it's as pure as it gets.

If two people like each other now, then they should be together. If they can continue to love each other in the future, then they should grow old together. That's all there is to it, there's no other reason, and Meng Youyou doesn't believe in any other reason.

Just then, the elevator arrived, and the doors opened automatically. Meng Youyou quickly looked away, lowered her head to hide the pain in her eyes, and said coldly, "I don't want to talk about it." With that, the girl turned and ran out.

If he truly can't remember and can no longer love her, Meng Youyou has no intention of telling him for the rest of her life.