Zhongli had been a car accident, and it was a miracle that he survived, and that nothing worse had happened to him.

He had lost his memories of you due to it, and awoke without any recollection of your existence.

His distant demeanour had returned, just as it had been when you both first met each other. It was a lot harder to soften him up once again because now he was back to being the man who didn’t care about you, your feelings nor your existence at all.

You had just finished feeding him his breakfast, which was porridge, his favourite. But as you’re washing up the bowl, you heard him whisper to you quietly. "You're beautiful...”