The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng thought she was hallucinating.

The concussion left her mentally disoriented and her reactions were much slower than usual.

She turned her head to the side in a daze, her eyes still glistening with tears.

Tears blurred my vision, like a gray, out-of-focus lens. The figures appearing behind me were blurry and indistinct, as if a dream would shatter at the slightest touch.

Wen Zhi walked towards her from a distance. He was also wearing a blue and white hospital gown, but he did not look sickly. He was tall and slender, with soft hair covering his eyebrows.

His face was pale and refined, with a slight upturn at the corners of his lips.

A pair of gentle eyes, filled with a smile, stared intently at Wen Yisheng.

"Wen Yisheng".

His voice was slightly hoarse and weak: "This time you really can't escape."

Wen Yisheng stared blankly at the body covered by a sheet on the hospital bed, then looked at him as he approached, her mind buzzing.

An incredulous astonishment surfaced in his clear, dark eyes.

Unsure, hesitant, and calling his name in a very soft voice, she called out, "Wen Zhi..."

He didn't answer, but silently walked towards her.

The pace was just a bit slow.

This time, Wen Yisheng took the initiative and rushed towards Wen Zhi even faster.

Wen Zhi smiled and opened his arms. She hugged his waist tightly and threw herself into his arms.

Her face was pressed tightly against his shoulder and neck, her voice choked with sobs: "When I woke up and couldn't see you, I thought you had died..."

His body temperature, heartbeat, and breath were so vivid and alive.

Wen Yisheng held on tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, the person in front of her would disappear.

As she threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly, she didn't notice that Wen Zhi's jawline was tense and his brows furrowed with a hint of pain and discomfort.

Her pale lips pursed slightly, then curved into a soft smile as she hugged Wen Yisheng tightly.

He said in a low, hoarse voice, "How could I bear to die at this time? Listen to the heartless things you just said. Even if I die, I will become a vengeful ghost and haunt you."

Wen Yisheng felt a pang of sadness.

Having made a choice after the kidnapping, she will remain steadfast and unwavering in her resolve.

Just as she said, no one in the world would ever love her as much as Wen Zhi, and she would never again risk her life for anyone other than Wen Zhi. That fateful entanglement and bond had already surpassed any other emotion.

Her voice choked with emotion: "Don't mention the word 'death' anymore... I won't say it again."

"it is good."

Several doctors pushing the patient's body nearby watched the situation unfold and remained silent for a moment.

"It's rare for two people to fall in love and come together, and even more fortunate to be safe and sound. Young people should cherish each other even more," a doctor said earnestly, pushing away the patient who couldn't be saved.

Wen Yisheng never expected that she would make such a blunder, crying over the wrong corpse...

She paused slightly, then looked at the white-clad body, which was filled with the aura of death, and felt a sense of sorrow and respect for the deceased.

Wen Zhi glanced at the body that quickly disappeared around the corner, his eyes calm and still.

Previously, he had no idea what was so tragic about the passing of human life.

They die, that's all. They're no different from ants, cats, or dogs.

He lacked empathy and was numb and fearless towards the word "life," like a born cold-blooded psychopath.

However, because of Wen Yisheng's existence...

A faint, heavy ripple stirred in my heart at this moment.

Wen Zhi looked away, then looked down at the person in his arms and reached out to wipe away her tears: "Aren't you silly, crying like this in front of strangers?"

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes: "I saw that he had burns and was wearing a ring on his hand, so I mistakenly thought..."

Wen Zhi lifted her face and stared at her red, tear-filled eyes: "You thought it was me lying there, so you were so heartbroken."

Wen Yisheng nodded.

Then she realized how embarrassed she was. Her nose was flushed red from the emotional outburst, her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and tiny tears welled up in them. She turned her face away and said, "Don't mention it."

Wen Zhi chuckled softly, raised his right hand, and sure enough, a ring was on his slender, delicate ring finger: "The corpse wore the ring on its left hand. We're not married yet, so I've always worn it on my right hand."

"..."

In that situation, she was terrified and had no time to discern the details.

Just then, a young-looking woman ran down the corridor.

She appeared very agitated. A doctor spoke to her solemnly, and the woman cried out in anguish, her family helping her leave the emergency room corridor.

Wen Yisheng immediately understood.

The ring on the left ring finger indicates that the deceased man was married, and this woman must be his wife.

Wen Yisheng felt as if something was blocking her chest, and she dared not think any further.

Death is an inevitable thing; it means goodbye forever.

Some are lucky enough to have a deep and lasting love that lasts until old age, while others are unlucky enough to have their lives end cruelly and unexpectedly.

All they can do is cherish every hard-won moment.

……

After a moment of respite, Wen Yisheng suddenly remembered something important and quickly released Wen Zhi, checking his condition from head to toe: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Her face was filled with tension and worry.

Wen Zhi felt a surge of joy, and the injuries on his side and arm seemed insignificant, as if he no longer felt any pain.

"It's a minor injury, it's already been bandaged," he said casually.

Wen Yisheng clearly didn't believe it, and reached out to lift his clothes to see for herself before she would be at ease.

Wen Zhi laughed, pressing her hand against his abdomen, where the muscles were hard: "What are you doing, touching me in public like this? Aren't you ashamed?"

"..."

Wen Yisheng glanced around subconsciously; there weren't many people in the corridor.

His eyes were filled with a joyful smile, his features were captivatingly handsome, and he harbored a mischievous and unruly nature.

"Be serious, let me see." Wen Yisheng became increasingly uneasy.

Wen Zhi's brain circuits are different from those of normal people.

Even the smallest injuries, like a cut that would have healed if he hadn't gone to the hospital a second later, would make him act all coquettish and ask her for hugs, kisses, and comfort.

But when there is a serious injury that threatens his health, which would obviously be more effective in evoking sympathy and pity, he hides it from her.

Wen Yisheng certainly couldn't have guessed.

The injuries on his back and legs would inevitably leave scars, and he was very concerned about his physical appearance, so he didn't want her to see them.

"It's really just a minor injury, nothing to see," Wen Zhi said casually, his gaze shifting to her bare feet.

He frowned, his face darkening instantly, but the sweetness in his heart remained undiminished.

Look.

Wen Yisheng was so nervous, afraid of losing him. The first thing she did when she woke up was to look for him. The silly girl was so anxious that she didn't even put on her shoes.

People like Wen Zhi, who are inherently extreme and stubborn, find it very difficult to change their minds once they have made up their minds about something.

He had previously been convinced that Wen Yisheng did not love him. Although he showed no outward signs of it, he had been suppressing all sorts of dark thoughts in his mind, all he could think about was how Wen Yisheng would scheme and find a chance to leave him.

Now, in that dangerous situation, she confessed herself that he was the only man in the world she would never leave, even if it meant risking her life.

Wen Zhi finally changed her mind: she loved him, she really, really loved him.

How could he not be moved? He was so moved he wanted to cry.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Unfortunately, those confessions came too suddenly, and he hadn't prepared any recording equipment beforehand.

A sweet warmth surged in Wen Zhi's heart, but he maintained a composed and serious demeanor, gently scolding, "The floor is so cold, why aren't you wearing shoes? Even if you're in a hurry, you can't do this, you know?"

"I'll carry you back."

He opened his arms to her: "Come here."

"No need." Wen Yisheng still felt that he was injured.

What if he has injuries but insists on carrying her and his wounds tear open again?

Wen Zhi didn't insist, perhaps because he was genuinely a little weak.

Actually, he was worried that the wound on his waist would tear. His waist is very important, and a slow recovery would affect his intimacy with Wen Yisheng.

He could certainly tolerate it, but Wen Yisheng definitely couldn't. As a man, he had to satisfy the needs of his beloved at all times.

In the end, Wen Zhi insisted that Wen Yisheng put on his slippers, and Wen Zhi went back to the ward barefoot.