The man recoiled from her hand with disgust, glanced at his bedsheets that had been thrown aside, his eyes even colder. "Who are you Who allowed you to be near me Get out!",The faint light outside couldn't hide the intensity with which Bo Mingjun was staring at Bo Jin's face, trying to glean any hint of what he was thinking.,"The wound on his head will heal naturally, but amnesia depends on him. Perhaps with time, or a certain stimulus, he might remember some things, but whether he can recall everything is uncertain."。