After the car accident, my boyfriend got straight

When Shen Li woke up again, his mind was much clearer. He recognized Shen Qinglin and Bai Yun, along with their personal secretaries. Bai Yun was overjoyed, thinking her son had regained his memory.

“That’s wonderful, son, your memory has come back! I’ll go to the next ward and tell Shiyu. He’s been so worried these past two days while you’ve been in the hospital that he couldn’t eat or sleep. He’s already frail, and now he’s even thinner from the worry.”

The hospital bed was raised, and Shen Li leaned back against the pillow. His features, on closer inspection, resembled Bai Yun’s, being handsome and delicate, but his contours and aura were more like Shen Qinglin’s. 

His jawline was sharp and exuded a sense of aloofness. Coupled with the fact that he was so rebellious during high school that the old man had sent him to the military for a year, he had become even more unruly and carried a hint of danger.

Now, with his whole body wrapped in bandages, he looked strange and almost comical. After waking up, he had only said a few words and then remained silent. Bai Yun chatted for a while but sensed something was off with him.

“Son, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

He was silent for a few seconds before asking, “Who is Shiyu?”

The room suddenly fell into silence. She was stunned for a second before she recovered and, in a tone tinged with disbelief, said, “Son, Shiyu? Don’t you remember Jiang Shiyu? The one who moved in with us two years ago.”

A car accident caused him to remember everything except anything related to Jiang Shiyu.

Jiang Shiyu’s mother passed away from a heart condition when he was five. He was born prematurely and inherited his mother’s heart condition, making him frail from a young age. 

His father had served in the military with Shen Li’s grandfather and they were as close as brothers. After his wife passed away, his father left the military and took a job at Jiang Hua Public Security Bureau to take care of his sickly son. 

They lived peacefully for ten years until Jiang Shiyu grew older and his father volunteered for the most dangerous anti-drug unit. Within a year, he was tragically killed in an anti-drug operation.

At the time, Jiang Shiyu was in his third year of high school. When he heard the news, he had a surge of emotions, his heartbeat became irregular, and he fainted at school. 

He was almost lost but was saved in time. After regaining consciousness, the now orphaned Jiang Shiyu was taken in by Shen Li’s grandfather. The first thing he said to him was, “Child, from now on, this is your home.”

Jiang Shiyu could never forget the day Shen Li’s grandfather brought him to the Shen family home. He stood in the villa, out of place, with a backpack and white canvas shoes, afraid his shoes would dirty the spotless, reflective floor.

Bai Yun, upon learning about his situation, felt deeply for the child. Seeing how pretty and well-behaved he was, she was even more delighted. After they entered the house, she held his hand and introduced him to everyone. 

As they were about to go upstairs, the sound of tires screeching on the ground was heard at the door.

Through the open door, they could see a young man with one hand on a black mountain bike, a basketball in the other hand, and a huge backpack with boxing gloves slung over it. 

His dark eyebrows and eyes, short hair spiked arrogantly under the scorching sun, made it clear he was not to be trifled with.

“Ah, Li is back. Perfect timing, Shiyu, let me introduce you,” Bai Yun said.

Shen Li walked in from the scorching sun, sweat still on his forehead. With large strides, he was quickly in front of them. 

He greeted his parents and grandfather, then his gaze fell on the frail figure at the end, piercing him with a palpable intensity that made him uneasy.

“Li, come and meet your new brother. This is Grandpa’s comrade’s child. He will be living with us from now on. You’re a bit older, so you’ll be his big brother. 

You need to take good care of him; he’s not in good health. Don’t act up in front of him, understood?” Bai Yun said, pulling Jiang Shiyu forward to introduce him to Shen Li.

Shen Li squinted at the figure reluctantly shuffling out from behind. The young man’s voice was barely audible as he softly called out, “Brother.”

In the next second, Shen Li’s handsome face was suddenly inches from Jiang Shiyu’s, his dark eyes staring straight at him, causing him to stop breathing for a moment. Their eyes met, Shen Li’s clear, cat-like eyes locking onto his.

The unruly boy grinned widely, his tone teasing as if coaxing a cat, “Good little brother, I’ll take good care of you.”

In the hospital room, Jiang Shiyu lay on the bed, eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed, trapped in a series of dreams. He kept dreaming of the first time he met Shen Li, the image of the boy’s exuberant and unrestrained demeanor etched deeply in his mind. 

For a long time after, Shen Li would spot him from afar, then run toward him with a mischievous grin, enveloping him in a tight embrace, kissing his ear, and calling him “good little brother.”

In the middle of the night, he woke from his dream, calling out Shen Li’s name. The dark hospital room felt like a cage, with fleeting shadows slipping through the curtains and casting eerie shapes on the white walls, like some monstrous limbs wildly thrashing about.

He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat. He took several deep breaths until his heart rate gradually stabilized. His eyes stared blankly into the air, unfocused. 

It took a while before he seemed to fully awaken, his thoughts slowly coming to life.

His phone showed 3 a.m.; it had been a long time since he last woke up at this hour.

After his father’s death and his move to the Shen family home, his sleep quality had been terrible. He often couldn’t sleep at all through the night. Eventually, his heart couldn’t take the strain of his sleepless nights, and he ended up hospitalized for a month. 

Aunt Bai Yun had tirelessly taken care of him, making him feel extremely guilty. After being discharged, he tried various methods to help himself sleep, but nothing worked.

One night, he accidentally entered the third-floor home theater. A huge high-definition screen on the wall was showing “Titanic.” Shen Li was lying on the couch, glancing sideways at the person who had just barged in. 

Jiang Shiyu, flustered, apologized, saying he didn’t mean to disturb him and would leave immediately.

“Wait, don’t go. Come in.”

His words were like a spell, rooting Jiang Shiyu to the spot. He obeyed, closed the door behind him, and nervously stepped inside, his hands fidgeting. Since that first day when he had met Shen Li, he had not seen him again. 

At school, he would go out of his way to avoid him. He never expected to run into him like this. Jiang Shiyu often had an animal-like instinct for danger, and right now, he sensed that the boy on the couch was very dangerous. He didn’t want to get any closer.

However, Shen Li’s words were not to be defied. After all, he was the true master of this house, and Jiang Shiyu, as an outsider, did not dare to disobey. He cautiously stood by the couch, awaiting further instructions.

“What are you standing there for?” Shen Li tilted his head, indicating a spot beside him. “Sit down.”

Jiang Shiyu couldn’t hide his thoughts; his face always gave him away. At that moment, he opened his mouth, confused, and let out a soft “ah.”

The next second, Shen Li grabbed his hand and pulled him down. The “ah” turned into a louder exclamation, almost drowning out the movie’s sound. The world spun, and when he regained his senses, he was lying on the viewing couch.

Shen Li propped himself up, his eyes gleaming, and pressed a finger to Jiang Shiyu’s soft lips, instantly silencing him.

“Shh, watch the movie.”

Jiang Shiyu was filled with fear but didn’t dare to argue. He could only subtly shift his position, inching away from the dangerous figure beside him.

Mrs. Bai loved watching movies, and this home theater was equipped with top-notch, expensive equipment, offering an excellent viewing experience. Even though “Titanic” was a familiar film, the superior visual and auditory effects made the rewatch feel different.

Jiang Shiyu nervously stared at the screen for a while, then sneaked a glance at Shen Li beside him. He noticed he had his eyes closed, resting. 

Jiang Shiyu pouted, wondering why he had insisted he come in to watch a movie if he was just going to sleep.

Once he realized Shen Li was asleep, he relaxed significantly. His stiff back softened, and he sank deep into the couch. His big eyes focused on the screen, gradually getting absorbed into the movie. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but when Shen Li opened his eyes, Jiang Shiyu had already fallen asleep, breathing lightly. The light from the screen cast a glow on his small face, and Shen Li, with his keen eyesight, could even see a thin layer of fine hair.

From that night onward, Jiang Shiyu found that the home theater was a perfect cure for his insomnia. He never encountered Shen Li there again, and the theater became his sanctuary. When Bai Yun found out, she even bought him a bed for the room.

Later, he was able to sleep well in his own room, too, because Shen Li gave him a sense of security. He would hold him tightly in his strong arms and broad chest late at night, like a baby wrapped in its mother’s womb, banishing his fears and letting him sleep peacefully.

Jiang Shiyu looked at the empty hospital room, feeling the cold air and the smell of disinfectant. The sense of loneliness washed over him again. It takes only 28 days to form a habit, but he had been accustomed to Shen Li’s embrace for two years. 

The shadows on the wall still danced wildly, and he counted the monster’s limbs, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, as he welcomed the sunrise of a new day.

Bai Yun spoke with the doctor again about Shen Li’s memory loss and asked for a solution. The doctor shook his head helplessly, explaining that it was fragmentary amnesia caused by severe brain trauma, and medication wouldn’t help. 

He mentioned that since Shen Li had quickly remembered most things, his memories of Jiang Shiyu would likely return as well. The priority was to let him recuperate.

Hearing this, she had no choice but to visit Jiang Shiyu’s room. When he saw her, his dim eyes brightened.

“Aunt Bai Yun, how is Shen Li?”

She helped him lean back against the bed. “Don’t get too excited, be careful with your heart. Shen Li is fine. Auntie is here to tell you some good news:Shen Li has regained his memory.”

His eyes widened with joy. “Really? Can I go see him now?”

She quickly stopped him. “Sweetheart, slow down, lie back. Auntie hasn’t finished yet.”

Facing his hopeful eyes, she found it hard to break the news, but he had to know eventually. She bit her lip, held his hand, and gently said, “Shiyu, although Li has regained his memory, some parts are still missing.”

Jiang Shiyu’s face immediately creased with worry.

“And the memories he’s missing are related to you.”

He froze, his long lashes still. What did she mean by related to him?

“He has forgotten you and all memories connected to you.”

He stared blankly at her. Her mouth was moving as if she was saying something, but he couldn’t hear. His ears felt muffled, as if stuffed with heavy cotton. He tried hard to listen but couldn’t catch anything. 

Then he saw Aunt Bai Yun suddenly get up, followed by doctors and nurses rushing in, and after that, he fell into a deep sleep.