Just as she was in great distress, Zhou Wangshu opened his eyes and burst into laughter.
Su Yaoguang saw him like this, and a look of anger flashed in her eyes: "You tricked me?"
Zhou Wangshu slowly lay back down, the idiotic expression from earlier disappeared, and he returned to his usual demeanor: "You were really funny just now."
"Zhou Wangshu, I was worried sick, and you're joking about such an important matter?" Su Yaoguang said, pinching his arm. "Do you find this funny?"
Zhou Wangshu winced in pain, pleading, "I was wrong. I just saw you were too tense and wanted to help you relax a little."
Su Yaoguang sat back down: "I even thought you had really lost your memory. If you lost your memory and became an idiot, wouldn't I have to take care of you for life?"
"I'm fine." Zhou Wangshu saw the red blood streaks in her eyes and could imagine how she had been enduring these past days.
