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Xiao Ruo was at a loss for words. She realized that after this man's amnesia, his intelligence was still intact, but his emotional intelligence had plummeted.
"Why are you angry?" Seeing her silence, the man asked again.
"I'm not angry," Xiao Ruo said weakly.
She had been worried for a day and a night. After his return, he still tried to make her worry on purpose. At that moment, she was indeed angry.
But considering his current state, he was desperately trying to get her attention, so she let it go.
The man gave her a skeptical glance but said nothing more.
His wound was not deep. Xiao Ruo only cleaned it, applied some medicine, and did not bandage it, to allow better healing.
"If both Xiangxiang and I were seriously injured, who would you treat first?" the man suddenly asked.
Huh?
Xiao Ruo stared at him, her expression turning strange.
Isn't this just like the dilemma of "who would you save first if your mother and I fell into the water?"
