Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Haeyeon read the diagnosis over and over again, unable to believe it, but the printed words remained unchanged.
Hastily reading further, she found details about the first time she drove after the accident. She had braked suddenly, not long after starting the car, and a local resident who happened to notice called an ambulance. Luckily, it was a quiet neighborhood, so there were no other casualties.
“This is…”
Haeyeon’s reaction was inevitable because she had never once experienced any strange reaction or fear while driving.
‘Does PTSD disappear if you lose your memory?’
After pondering briefly, Haeyeon shook her head. This was a question for a doctor. Calming herself, she continued reading the documents. The subsequent content might seem boring to an outsider, detailing the time DoHa spent in the ICU, his recovery process, and her own period of caregiving. Most of the entries were hospital-related, except for occasional meetings with people from DoHa’s family home.
Rustle.
Though it was repetitive, Haeyeon read every word as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
As she read about DoHa’s deteriorating condition, her complexion darkened, and it brightened when his condition improved. However, Haeyeon’s face gradually fell.
The most striking thing was that she couldn’t remember any of it.
Reading calmly, Haeyeon hung her head like a criminal when there was mention of the family blaming her for the accident, something she had no memory of. She felt deep guilt when it was mentioned that DoHee regularly visited the hospital.
Mostly, the seriousness of DoHa’s condition was what cast the darkest shadow over her face.
“…….”
Unable to say anything, Haeyeon kept reading and felt a nagging sensation. Initially, it was a minor detail.
How did Yunho’s team manage to get this information? It seemed to be from the home CCTV, detailing her failed attempts to drive, sitting in the car for about 5 minutes before giving up.
After the accident, visiting hours were limited due to DoHa’s critical condition. She would return home to manage the empty house and then head to the hospital when allowed.
Haeyeon furrowed her brow. What she just read was common for post-accident trauma. But the problem wasn’t there. It was the repeated action she always attempted before taking a taxi to the hospital. The part that was nagging her was this:
<…… stayed in the car for about 30 minutes.>
<……20 minutes in the car.>
<……10 minutes.>
It was a pattern repeated every day.
Despite her post-traumatic inability to drive, Haeyeon in the documents had embarrassingly attempted to start her car every day, unable to drive. Early on, she even wasted tens of minutes in the car, possibly experiencing panic attacks, but as days passed, she reduced that time.
Initially, the numbers didn’t vary much. The time spent in the car was densely noted, barely showing any decrease. But then, a new sentence emerged.
She had overcome her trauma.
Swish.
Haeyeon gently touched the words describing her accomplishment with her finger. What her motivation or will was to overcome this, she couldn’t recall now due to her memory loss. But she could guess.
Whatever reason you lost your memory, a lot has happened since that incident.
Finally, Haeyeon fully understood the meaning behind Yunho’s words.
“……Let’s move on.”
Only for DoHa, Haeyeon must have driven the car after dozens of attempts. She would have waited for her husband’s recovery with her mind fully alert, and when he finally woke up, she would have wholeheartedly assisted him with his rehabilitation training.
As Yunho said, Haeyeon must have come up with answers about how she changed during that time after the car accident.
The Min Haeyeon who lost her memories of that time had no right to denounce her past self.
“I’ll draw conclusions only after I regain all my memories.”
Determined to sincerely thank Yunho once more when they met again, Haeyeon briskly dismissed her current situation. On the spacious bed, she finished reading the remaining documents.
“Hmm?”
While reading diligently till the very end, Haeyeon felt puzzled. As Yunho mentioned, there were some missing parts in the document, and she understood that.
What perplexed Haeyeon at the moment was the reason she lost her memory. Naturally, she had assumed it was due to post-accident trauma. However, after reading through the documents, it felt as if things didn’t quite tie together, leaving her feeling tangled.
Why then?
It seemed strange to suddenly lose her memory when she had overcome her trauma and DoHa was making smooth progress in his rehabilitation.
“No, this is strange.”
There’s no rule saying such a thing couldn’t happen. But even when trying to justify it, something felt amiss.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
