The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng slowly opened her eyes, her unfocused pupils clearing up after a few seconds.

The first thing you see is a snow-white ceiling, and the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Wen Yisheng twitched her fingertips and opened her dry, pale lips.

"temperature……"

"Sheng Sheng, you're finally awake." Wen Yihan stood by the bedside, and the worry in his eyes finally subsided when he saw her wake up.

The winter sun's rays streamed in through the window, illuminating Wen Yisheng's pale cheeks as if they were adorned with a thin layer of light.

Her eyelashes were half-closed, and her memories were a jumbled mess.

"...Wen Yihan?" The voice sounded soft and weak, as if the person had just recovered from a serious illness.

Some memories, sealed deep within her soul and seemingly from the past, were unlocked like a Pandora's box as she fell into the deep sea.

One by one, they came to mind.

She remembered everything.

Past life, present life.

Wen Yisheng's pale lips slowly curved into a smile. She raised the back of her hand to cover her eyes, but tears rolled down her cheeks.

It seems like fate is playing a cruel joke on her.

She was given a second chance, only to have it taken away in an instant, and she was once again destined for the same fate as in her previous life.

"Sheng Sheng, don't cry," Wen Yihan panicked, frantically grabbing tissues for her. "Are you feeling unwell? I'll call a doctor!"

"No need, I'm fine." Wen Yisheng gently wiped away her tears and looked at Wen Yihan.

There are some changes compared to my memories of my past life.

Wen Yihan had harassed her many times in her previous life, his lustful desires unchanged.

Once, he drugged her and kidnapped her to a hotel in an attempt, but of course, he failed. Instead, Wen Zhi sent her to prison. She died at the age of twenty-five, and Wen Yihan was still in prison.

Wen Yihan has really changed now.

"How is your hand recovering?" she asked.

They haven't seen each other since Wen Zhi cut off his little finger.

Wen Yihan paused, touching his little finger. He hadn't expected Sheng Sheng to care about him so much, to have been worried about him all this time...

Wen Yihan felt a mix of secret delight and embarrassment after imagining the scenario.

What's embarrassing is that I'm useless, I was beaten up by Wen Zhi, and I felt like a piece of trash with no power to fight back.

"I'm fine now, I'm recovering very well." He held out his hand to show her.

Would you like some water?

"Yes, thank you."

Wen Yihan pursed his lips and smiled secretly. If only Wen Zhi hadn't been saved.

"Wen, where is Wen Zhi?" Wen Yisheng asked unexpectedly.

Her voice was soft and shallow, trembling slightly, as quiet as if a gust of wind could carry it away.

Wen Yihan subtly pursed his lips and handed her some water: "He hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said he's fine."

Wen Yisheng's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and her eyes reddened.

"Luckily, my dad and I dispatched a helicopter to rescue you at sea. All those who hurt you were arrested and sent to prison. They won't be out for decades."

Wen Yihan sneered and said fiercely, "But whether they can get out of prison unscathed is another matter."

Wen Congnan is extremely protective of his own. If Wen Zhi and Wen Yisheng suffer, Wen Congnan will definitely not let them have an easy time in prison.

However, Wen Yihan still felt a chill when he recalled the scene...

I don't know if Sheng Sheng was conscious at the time.

When they arrived, Wen Zhi was surrounded and beaten by the three men.

In all his years, Wen Yihan had never seen his perpetually cold-blooded, rational, cruel, selfish, and utterly insane monster brother so disheveled.

Even covered in blood, he held Wen Yisheng in his arms.

If he had arrived any later, he really would have been dead.

Wen Yisheng was well protected.

He fainted because of drowning, and there were no other wounds on his body, but he was covered in injuries.