The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Falling down the steps might not be fatal, but Wen Yisheng rolled down, suffering severe injuries all over her body, and finally hit her head on the wall.

It hurts, my whole body hurts.

"Wen Yisheng!"

"Ah Sheng...it's okay, don't be afraid."

Her eyes were vacant, her vision blurred and swaying as it was smeared with blood.

She couldn't see, but she felt someone pick her up.

The embrace was warm and firm, giving her a great sense of security, and the familiar scent enveloped her completely.

I vaguely heard his voice in my ear, anxious, panicked, desperate, heart-wrenching.

Wen Yisheng found it laughable.

Wen Zhi...

She's really good at pretending.

Wasn't this outcome precisely planned by you?

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Wen Yisheng fainted. As she gradually regained consciousness, she felt pain all over her body, especially her head, which was buzzing and throbbing with pain.

She slowly opened her eyes, and before her vision was clear, her body trembled uncontrollably.

Someone was holding her hand the whole time.

That person immediately sensed her subtle condition.

The boy immediately leaned forward, half-emerging into the hospital bed, and softly called out to her in a hoarse voice, "Ah Sheng, you're awake, baby..."

Wen Yisheng frowned uncomfortably, and after her eyes adjusted to the light, she could see the person's face clearly.

Wen Yisheng paused, her eyes dimmed, and then she closed them again, looking lifeless.

unlucky.

Wen Zhi did not notice Wen Yisheng's unusually calm indifference. She had been unconscious for more than ten hours, during which time he was so frightened that he almost lost control and collapsed.

Even though the doctor said there was no danger to her life, he had to keep a close eye on her to feel at ease, fearing that she might break at any moment. When he saw her wake up, he was overjoyed.

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" Wen Zhi got up to pour water.

He first took a sip to test the water temperature, then helped her adjust the headboard height, inserted a straw into the cup, and brought it to Wen Yisheng's lips.

"Sweetie, have some water first, come on."

Wen Yisheng lifted her eyelids, her dark eyes looking at the boy in front of her.

Just three seconds before she fell down the stairs, she was still nervously and shyly flustered because of him.

She had to admit that she had indeed fallen for him a little.

What an utterly ridiculous irony.

Wen Yisheng really wanted to slap herself twice.

Have you forgotten?

What perverted things did this gentle and affectionate boy do to me? How despicable and hypocritical is the soul beneath his refined exterior?

His greatest talent lies in having a gentle and harmless face while harboring a mindset of tormenting and manipulating people.

Wen Yisheng looked down at her leg; her slender right leg was wrapped in a cast, clearly indicating a fracture.

She closed her eyes in pain, tears rolling down her lower eyelashes.

She chuckled softly, "Now you're happy."

Wen Yisheng raised her left hand, which was scraped at the elbow and still wrapped in bandages, and swatted away the water glass that was handed to her.

Wen Zhi was caught off guard and had no preparation.

The water in the cup spilled all over him.

Wen Zhi thought she was resentful because she was unable to participate in today's dance competition due to her injured leg.

He pulled out a tissue and casually wiped the water off his body before checking her arm.

Wen Zhi breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the bandage was spotless, indicating that the elbow wound had stopped bleeding.

His voice was full of patient gentleness: "Don't move around."

"You fell down the stairs, fractured your right leg, and have abrasions on your elbow and forehead. Just be good and rest while you recover, so we can suffer less, okay?"

Wen Yisheng lay supine on the hospital bed.

Her forehead was also bandaged. She raised her uninjured left hand to cover her eyes, and tears streamed from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, falling onto the pillow.

She didn't want to say a word, and she didn't want to see Wen Zhi.

She bit her lip tightly, like a broken, delicate doll, exuding a frail and sickly beauty.

Wen Zhi's pupils constricted as he looked on, his heart aching beyond measure.

She held her wrist: "I'm sorry, it was my carelessness in not protecting you. I will definitely find the person who hurt you and make him receive the punishment he deserves."

"Be good, don't move around..."

"Stop pretending!" Wen Yisheng shouted hoarsely, her dark, moist eyes looking at him.

Wen Zhi met her tearful eyes and suddenly froze: "What am I pretending for?"

Wen Yisheng thought his face was so hateful, so hateful.

"You put those marbles on the steps."

"You deliberately told me on the phone that you weren't at school, and then did this kind of thing behind my back. That's your usual despicable behavior."

She looked at her legs and burst into tears, completely overwhelmed.

The importance of legs to a dancer is the importance of dancing to her.

She had been looking forward to and preparing for today's dance competition for a long time; this was her first time participating in such a large-scale competition.

But now it's all ruined. She might never be able to dance again.

She gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse and strained, as if every inch of blood in her body was about to boil and burn, radiating resentment and hatred, clamoring to tear the person in front of her to pieces and kill them.

She's going to go crazy too.

"Are you satisfied with this result? Your ridiculous possessiveness has been satisfied."

"This is the love you talk about every day. You love me so much that you can cripple me without any mercy for your own selfish desires, as domineering and cruel as if you were playing with a toy."

Her voice was broken and trembling with sorrow as she covered her face, tears wetting her fingers: "You don't care at all about my pain..."

Wen Zhi stood there, motionless, listening to her every mournful word.

His heart tightened, as if cut by a knife. How could she think like that?

"I didn't do it," Wen Zhi explained anxiously, prying her hands open to wipe away her tears.

"Ah Sheng, I really didn't do it, how could I not care..."

"The night before last," Wen Yisheng interrupted him softly.

Her dark, empty eyes seemed to pierce his gaze, a tear clinging to her eyelashes, her eyes bloodshot.

"You drugged me again that night and came into my room. What were you trying to do? You wanted to ruin my leg, didn't you?"

Wen Zhi's fingertips were trembling slightly, and he couldn't speak.

Her throat tightened as she struggled to speak: "Ah Sheng, it's not like that, I..."

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes and murmured, interrupting him, "Are you surprised that I knew? Well, you were just too guilty and careless. There was a razor blade that you dropped and forgot to pick up under the table in my bedroom."

"The razor blade was still under the table. I didn't dare pick it up at the time, guessing that there were still surveillance cameras in the room."

When she saw the razor blade, she was initially alarmed, but after some internal struggle, Wen Zhi decided not to stop her from dancing.

And just a second before she fell down the stairs, she actually started to like this pervert a little?

"You didn't do it that night because you were worried it would be hard to cover it up the next day, and you were afraid I would make trouble for you again, so you resorted to this trick."

Wen Yisheng used all her malice to speculate about him, just as he had maliciously violated her in the past.

She stared at him, her eyes filled with intense resentment, and spoke clearly and calmly:

"Wen Zhi, you're a madman, I really, really hate you."

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This chapter has been completely revised; the female protagonist is now portrayed as someone who has not regained her memories.

Here's the thing: many readers in the comments section wanted to see the heroine regain her memories, so the author got a little anxious and realized after finishing the story that the intended sense of contradiction and the contrast after the heroine regains her memories hadn't been properly conveyed.

In the end, I decided to revise it and finish writing this plot point first. I hope you don't mind.