The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The ringing of her phone pulled her back to reality.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the incoming call; it was from Ye Hehua.

She answered, "Hello, drawing?"

There was a few seconds of silence before a voice came through: "Sheng Sheng... how... how are you feeling?"

"It's all over now. I heard from Wei Lan that you took leave and went home. Is everything alright at home?" Wen Yisheng didn't notice anything unusual.

"Sheng Sheng...uh...um, no!"

"?" Wen Yisheng felt that the voice on the other end was a bit strange.

"What are you doing, drawing? Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds off."

It's as if something is being suppressed.

"Um... I have a bit of a cold, I'll... hang up now."

Before Wen Yisheng could react, the other end of the phone hung up abruptly.

-

Wen Yisheng first checked into a budget hotel, and then contacted her counselor to apply for school accommodation, as dormitories at Peking University were in high demand.

During this time, Wen Congnan called: "Sheng Sheng, why didn't you tell your uncle you were being discharged from the hospital? Where are you now? I'll send someone to pick you up and bring you home to stay!"

Wen Yisheng understood that Wen Congnan truly regarded her as a daughter.

"Uncle Wen, you should know about Wen Zhi's amnesia. Please don't tell him about me. I will live on my own from now on. Thank you for helping me a lot. I will definitely take care of you when I am able to."

"Nonsense!" Wen Congnan said sternly.

"The world outside is so chaotic, how can a girl like you live alone? You must come and stay at our house."

"Don't worry about Wen Zhi. If you really hate that bastard, your uncle will keep it a secret for you!"

"Uncle Wen," Wen Yisheng insisted, "I can."

Her eyes turned colder: "However, there's something I really need to trouble you with, Uncle."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yisheng's dark, clear eyes remained expressionless.

Lan Feiyu was punished.

But who is the mastermind behind it all?

The source of the unfamiliar text message Lan Feiyu received on his phone, which instructed him to go to a nightclub, was unknown even to the police.

Zhong Yue'er...

In her past life memories, she was her best friend.

The siblings Zhong Yue'er and Zhong Xu repeatedly helped her devise plans to escape from Wen Zhi's side, which led to Wen Zhi becoming more and more extreme and crazy. Naturally, she hated Wen Zhi even more.

From another perspective, the fact that she and Wen Zhi reached such a deadly, bloodied state was truly inseparable from the "kind help" of the siblings.

What happened in the past life can't be investigated back to the beginning, but we must settle things clearly in this life...

-

Wen Zhi rested in the hospital for three days and was able to get out of bed.

Head injuries are prone to long-term effects, and the doctor advised him to stay in the hospital for observation for two weeks, but he insisted on being discharged.

Aunt Fang rushed over from the Wen family to take special care of Wen Zhi.

While packing her luggage, she saw a shirt and black trousers. She said, "Young Master, this looks like the suit you wore before the accident. It feels a bit unlucky. Should I throw it away?"

"Then throw it away," Wen Zhi said calmly, sitting by the window reading a book without looking up.

"it is good."

Aunt Fang tidied up carefully; even clothes she was going to throw away, which she didn't iron, were shaken out and folded neatly.

With a quick shake, a small object unexpectedly fell out of the black trousers.

Its round shape reflects a beautiful silvery white light in the sunlight.

The ring rolled straight to Wen Zhi's feet.

It's like two parallel lines that were gradually separating but insisted on defying the rules and intersecting again, catching everyone off guard.

"Huh? This...this is..." Aunt Fang was taken aback and dared not utter a sound.

When she arrived, Wen Congnan had instructed her not to mention anything about Wen Yisheng in front of Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi's gaze was indifferent as he closed the book and picked up the ring from the ground.

"Whose is this?" He held up the ring, placed it in the sunlight, and tilted his head to look at it.

The ring features a unique moon design.

Perhaps he was just talking to himself; after asking the question, he didn't care whether anyone answered.

Wen Zhi reached out and slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his right hand.

The size fits it perfectly, as if it were custom-made.