"You're not leaving yet?" Seeing Scarlett still sitting by the bedside, he chuckled, seemingly a bit helpless, rubbed his temple, and sighed, "Since you like staying here, suit yourself. I'm going to rest now. If you like watching people sleep, feel free."
As he said, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.
In no time, his breathing became even and long.
But Scarlett knew this annoying man was pretending to sleep.
He truly ignored her completely.
She found it both infuriating and amusing, sitting by the bed for a while, sighed softly, and whispered, "Why did you become so annoying after losing your memory? I didn't trouble you much before, so why are you so troublesome now?"
"Alright, you sleep then, I won't disturb you. I'll be next door, call me if you need anything."
The person on the bed remained motionless, only his gentle, even breathing could be heard, as if he had truly fallen asleep.
