In the video, Bo Jingzhou lies on the bed, his bare back fully exposed to the camera. From his shoulder blades to his lower back, there is not a single patch of intact skin. It's red, swollen, and oozing blood. The white sheet beneath him is stained with fresh bloodstains, some splattered even in the distance.

Shen Wanci finally knew how he got all those injuries.

On the bed, Bo Jingzhou drooped his eyelids, motionless. If he wasn't here right now, Shen Wanci would almost think he was dead.

That man threw the blood-stained vines angrily onto the ground, swinging his arms as he walked out. Shen Wanci, who had been holding her breath, slowly exhaled with his departure. Although her heart still ached unbearably, without the sight of that bloody and cruel scene, she could breathe normally again.

Just as she was about to let out a breath, she saw someone enter again. The thin Jingzhou on the bed didn't even twitch his eyelids, and it was unclear if he had fainted.

This time, it was a middle-aged man. Compared to the previous thug who looked like he could do harm with just a glance, this man had a gentle demeanor that clearly signaled to everyone that he was a good person.

He took out the medicine to treat Bo Jingzhou's wound, using alcohol. Shen Wanci watched clearly, and when the liquid was sprayed on, the man’s muscles all over his body twitched uncontrollably, his jaw clenched tightly, and the veins on his neck bulged high.

The man, however, seemed completely oblivious. His hands moved constantly until the entire back of Bo Jingzhou was covered in alcohol. Only then did he stop and take out a gauze pad: "You say you, what's the point of this? Just one woman. Forget about it if you want to forget. If you were truly meant to be with her, even if you met again under different circumstances, you would still be drawn to each other."

At this moment, Bao Jingzhou was drenched in cold sweat, like someone pulled out of the water. His face was as pale as the bedsheet beneath him.

He didn't speak, not sure if he didn't want to pay attention to this person, or if he simply didn't have the energy to speak. But Shen Wanci guessed it was the latter. She knew that even a small scratch would make him writhe in pain after being sprayed with alcohol, let alone that large wound on his back.

The man took a metronome out of the medicine cabinet. Shen Wanci didn't know what it was for at first, but when the pendulum started swaying back and forth, she guessed its purpose: to hypnotize her.

Although she has never seen the real thing, it appears in movies and TV shows.

After asking several simple questions, the psychologist finally asked the key question that had been stuck: "Bo Jingzhou, what is the name of the person you like?"

"Shen Wanci."

The doctor corrected, “No, the person you like is Meng Xiaoyu, an intern analyst for the archaeology team…”

His voice was low and slow, with a clear hint of suggestion: "Bo Jingzhou, what is the name of the person you like?"

"...The man's lips moved, his brow furrowed into a tight knot, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him tightly. He was in agony, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, each word tumbling out of his mouth with difficulty: 'She...Meng...' "

Shen Wanci couldn't help but clench her fingers tightly. Even though she already knew the result, at this moment, she still desperately hoped he would admit it, admit that the person he liked was someone like Meng Xiaoyu or Zhu Xiaoyu.

She had no experience, nor was she a psychologist, so she couldn't understand why a few hints and a grandfather clock could have such a profound impact on someone. But she could tell that Bo Jingzhou was struggling immensely.

Regardless of how frantically she hoped he would admit it, Bo Jingzhou still firmly said: "Her name is Shen Wanci, not Meng Xiaoyu. I wouldn't like someone whose name is so ugly."

“...”

The doctor estimated that he was driven autistic, and left without collecting anything. As he walked to the door, his steps faltered, and he said to someone outside the door: "No, we have to continue, next time I'll use a nicer name."

If it was a sharp blade at the beginning, then later it became a soft one, killing without leaving a drop of blood, piercing her until she was utterly wounded, yet not a single drop flowed.

“Wanwan, don’t cry. Everything has passed. I’m fine,” Bo Jingzhou didn’t know when he had moved to her face. He wanted to hug her, but his hands were tied. Even if he had the thought, there was no way. He could only use his shoulder to rub against her leg, awkwardly and helplessly comforting: "You see, those injuries are all healed."

Shen Wanci lowered her head.

Bo Jingzhou was a mess right now. His black suit was covered in dust, and his face was smudged. In her memory, this man had always been proud and elegant. When did he ever look so pathetic? Then she thought of the video of him lying on the bed, breathing out more than he breathed in, yet still firmly saying that the person he liked was her. Shen Wanci cried until she could barely breathe: "Why are you so stupid? What's wrong with admitting it?"

"At that time, once your nerves relaxed, you would just follow along with their thoughts," so it wasn't simply a matter of admitting a name. "If I forgot about you and you had a fiancée, you definitely wouldn't want me anymore."

He was very certain about his feelings for Shen Wanci, but he lacked confidence in her feelings for him. So when faced with their repeated hypnosis sessions, all he could think about was: if he got entangled with other women, Wanwan would definitely leave him. Not only would she leave him, but she would also find him disgusting.

At the thought of this possibility, how could he possibly forget?

Shen Wanci shook her head, tears falling onto Bo Jingzhou's face, cool and soft: "No."

The man rubbed her leg: "Wanwan, don't cry, it's okay now."

Shen Wanci cried for a while before calming down. The two people from before had already left, and she choked out, "Do you think the person behind this is a pervert? Going to such great lengths to kidnap us, not showing themselves, but sending two people in to film our miserable situation... the more miserable we are, does that satisfy his perverse desires?"

He wants to push me into the pool one moment, and then kidnap me the next. I have no idea what he's trying to do.

Bo Jingzhou's face darkened. "Xie Chuyi wants to push you into the swimming pool?"

"Um."

“...”

The man didn't speak, but his face grew increasingly grim. He guessed what the other person wanted to do.

Shen Wanci was right, that man, he's a real freak.

……

The man they called a pervert was now wearing a nursing uniform, sitting beside Jiang Yazhu's bed peeling an apple.

His fingers were long, though covered in wrinkles due to age, they were still handsome. Soon, the apple was peeled and he carefully cut it into small pieces, placing them on a plate. Then, he looked up at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed.

He gazed carefully at the woman's face, then nodded in satisfaction. She was still the charming young girl from back then.

He didn't disturb her sleep, because when she woke up, she wouldn't be so tranquil anymore.

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