The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng frowned.

Lu Zhizhou continued speaking at a considerable volume: "Qi Lin and I grew up together. This cousin of mine is very reliable and devoted in relationships. I've never seen him with a woman. You're the first one."

"His parents are also very open-minded, and there are no messy things in the family."

"You two are really a good match..."

"Lu Zhizhou, this is the first time I've discovered you have the potential to be a matchmaker," Wen Yisheng interrupted him.

Wen Yisheng's expression softened, and she said seriously, "Just now in the ward, it was to cover up for Wen Zhi and not arouse his suspicion. I only see Qi Lin as a younger brother, and I don't have those kinds of feelings for him."

"Stop trying to play matchmaker."

She also found it strange.

In his past life, Lu Zhizhou was practically Wen Zhi's lackey.

When she was forced to register her marriage with Wen Zhi, this guy was so happy at the wedding that he cried his eyes out. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was his wedding.

You could say that Wen Zhi committed murder, and he and Xie Yu were accomplices who handed him the knife. Why are they now helping her hide from Wen Zhi?

"Fine," Lu Zhizhou said awkwardly, then turned and left without saying anything more.

Wen Yisheng seemed to remember something, hesitated for a moment, and then called out to him, "I can't get through to Huahua on the phone. Wei Lan said she took leave and went home. Do you know what happened?"

Lu Zhizhou paused in his steps.

He scoffed and laughed, "How would I know about her affairs?"

-

Lu Zhizhou lazily walked out of the ward, glancing sideways at Qi Lin who was standing outside.

"Did you hear that? Can you give up now?" he said.

Those words were actually said intentionally for this little rascal to hear.

Qi Lin heard it clearly.

His brows furrowed, his dark eyes deep: "So what? If soft methods don't work, hard methods will; if hard methods don't work, force will."

"Hold."

Lu Zhizhou nearly stumbled: "You fucking dare try? I'll be the first to not let you off! Little Sheng Sheng is so unlucky to have run into you two little lunatics!"

"I'm warning you, be normal."

"Normal?" Qi Lin turned to look at him. "You have the nerve to lecture me? The one who locked Ye Hehua up was...

Lu Zhizhou's expression changed instantly. He abruptly covered Qi Lin's mouth and glanced nervously into the ward.

Seeing that Yi Sheng hadn't heard, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Qi Lin aside.

"What the hell do you know!"

Lu Zhizhou is usually carefree and nonchalant, but when he gets serious, he becomes surprisingly explosive.

His eyes glared menacingly, and he growled through gritted teeth, "That wicked woman who toyed with my feelings should be locked up and taught a lesson!"

-

Wen Yisheng knew Wen Zhi's phone password, of course.

His phone's photo album was full of Wen Yisheng's photos, most of which were taken secretly. Wen Yisheng deleted all of them, as well as all contact records.

After confirming that nothing had been missed, Wen Yisheng suddenly remembered something, her heart skipped a beat, and her clenched hands became sweaty.

...at home.

Wen Yisheng left the hospital and went straight back to Hetang Bay.

Whether in his past life or in the present, Wen Zhi has one thing in common: his perverse fetish for her.

For example, they could monitor her every move with surveillance cameras, take private photos of her, even record her state when she can't take it in bed, and collect the little things she used and threw away.

Wen Yisheng went into his room and began searching. She needed to clean up those perverted records and traces, otherwise he would definitely remember something if he saw them.

Fortunately.

Wen Yisheng knew the passwords to his computer and all the locked devices. Wen Zhi himself insisted on telling her this, just as he wanted to control everything about her, he would also give her everything about himself.

After deleting the contents of the computer with a face full of shame and indignation, Wen Yisheng found a pure white box in his wardrobe. He didn't know the password, but he easily opened it by entering his own birthday.

"..."

The box contained some odds and ends, all of which were personal items that Wen Yisheng had suddenly lost after using them. It turned out he had stolen them. What a lunatic.

The most striking feature is a square glass panel containing a piece of dried red cloth.

What is this?

Wen Yisheng frowned, then suddenly realized something and threw the specimen far away in disgust.

The fabric inside must have been stained with her menstrual blood. She remembered that once when she had her period, she accidentally stained the sheets. She wanted to wash it off, but Wen Zhifei said it was unusable and to just throw it away. She never expected that he would cut off that piece of blood and hide it here!

...He always manages to redefine the level of perversion in her mind.

What's so great about collecting this? Why does Wen Zhi seem even more perverted than in his previous life?

Wait a minute… Wen Yisheng searched her memories and found that Wen Zhi in her previous life did not leave behind any blood from their first time.

—As expected of him.

Throw it all away! Throw it all away!!

Wen Yisheng inexplicably imagined what his expression would be if he knew that all these little things were gone.

He would definitely be so angry that he would tear his hair out, his eyes filled with aggrieved resentment as he accused her of how important these things were to him, how difficult it was for him to collect them, and how she didn't know how much he loved her.

Wen Yisheng couldn't help but laugh when she thought about this. She went back to her room and packed up all her luggage, restoring it to the way it looked when she first came here.

I put the rabbit plush toy into my bag, and then I noticed a music box next to it.

The New Year's gift Wen Zhi gave her.

Wen Yisheng chose to throw it into the trash can, but inadvertently saw the faint letters Z/S engraved on the black piano inside the crystal ball.

She hesitated for a moment, looked at the ballerina and the piano boy in the crystal ball, and then, as if possessed, took it back and put it in her bag along with the rabbit doll.

In his previous life, he had never given her this.

She didn't yet know what this difference meant; she couldn't fathom it.

-

Wen Yisheng cleaned up all traces of her in the house, working on it until nightfall.

As she reached the door, she turned back and took one last look at the house.

In her previous life, she was imprisoned here until her death. She was afraid that if she became entangled with Wen Zhi again, she would repeat the same mistake and die of exhaustion.

Let's call it even. In her past life, she was tortured to death by Wen Zhi, and in this life, he almost lost his life to save her. So, let's leave it at that.

-

Wen Zhi, you'd better not think of me. I'm not having an easy time either; I can't love anyone else in either lifetime.

-

It got completely dark.

Wen Yisheng sat in the taxi, staring intently at the bustling city outside the window, as a fine spring rain began to fall.

I wonder if it's raining in Huai City. It's been a long time since I visited my parents.

The air was cool, and Wen Yisheng wrapped her knitted cardigan tighter around herself. A sense of relief and a profound loneliness spread through her body.

The world is so big that it is brightly lit even in the darkest night.

Every lamp has a story, and Wen Yisheng chose to extinguish the last lamp that belonged to her.