Sharing Dreams with My Bestie’s Cousin Chapter 280 - Offending Wen Zhi is offending Shang Hexing_3

“Doctors found no issues, yet Miss Meng insists on feeling unwell, so they've recommended a full check-up in the city tonight,”Chen Jinhai concluded, then courteously parted the curtain for Wen Zhi. “Miss Meng rests inside.”

With a large naan hugged to her chest, Wen Zhi halted just outside the curtain, pausing briefly before glancing at Chen Jinhai to ask, “What time will Meng Fan head to the city tonight?”

“Around six o'clock, barring any mishaps,” Chen Jinhai replied.

“Got it.” Wen Zhi exhaled softly and entered.

The room stayed dimly lit; Wen Zhi located the switch, flicked it on, and spun around to spot Meng Fan seated alone on a chair, her back turned toward her.

Approaching, she said, “Meng Fan, I've arrived.”

Meng Fan stayed frozen in place, unresponsive to the noise or Wen Zhi's voice, as if turned to stone.

Wen Zhi drew closer, crouched down, and dangled the large naan before her eyes. “Check this out!”

Meng Fan gradually raised her lids, her face bearing a weary look. Alarmed, Wen Zhi plopped down next to her. “Meng Fan, what's going on with you?”

From their first encounter at the Peace Hotel all through the trip to Licheng, Meng Fan had always shown her brightest, most upbeat side to Wen Zhi.

Yet now, Wen Zhi witnessed Meng Fan's downcast expression for the very first time.

Meng Fan lifted her gaze slightly and murmured, “Zhizhi looks so beautiful.”

Wen Zhi glanced at her dress and beamed. “I think this dress is gorgeous too.”

“No, I mean Zhizhi herself is beautiful,” Meng Fan clarified.

Wen Zhi pressed her lips together in a bashful smile.

“Zhizhi,” Meng Fan called gently.

“Yes?” Wen Zhi turned to Meng Fan, eager for her next words.

“Returning to Licheng now, I've realized I don't enjoy it here like I once did,” Meng Fan confessed, her voice raspy.

She seemed to have mulled this over endlessly, verifying it in her mind countless times before sharing it with Wen Zhi.

Licheng no longer held her affection.

A swirl of feelings stirred in Wen Zhi. She set the naan on the table, freeing her hands to grip Meng Fan's shoulders. “Meng Fan, do you carry painful memories from Licheng?”

Meng Fan shook her head, her face vacant. “I'm not sure. I can't recall. There's always this empty space in my thoughts, no matter how I strain to fill it.”

Wen Zhi recognized the symptoms as oddly familiar—then it hit her: wasn't this exactly like her own condition?

Her past lay forgotten too.

Still, Meng Fan fared far better; likely just a fragment missing, since everything else remained intact.

She alone had lost it all.

Yet panic evaded her, for Nian Xun assured that further treatment would swiftly restore her memories. Amnesia served merely as a brain's respite.

Regarding Meng Fan's case...

After deep reflection, Wen Zhi ventured, “I believe you've got a key chunk of memory missing from your time in Licheng, something crucial.”

Meng Fan stayed quiet.

Prior to Wen Zhi's entry, she'd been writhing in bed, restless, already contemplating that very notion. Thus, she offered no quick rebuttal.

Wen Zhi added, “My gut says that before my amnesia, I knew about your Licheng ordeal... Sadly, it's slipped away, but should it return, I'd share it instantly.”

Meng Fan gradually swiveled her head toward Wen Zhi.

Their gazes locked, and Wen Zhi batted her wide, guileless eyes.

Meng Fan gave a soft huff. “If your hunch holds, once you recall it, you'll guard it even closer than ever.”

Wen Zhi: “...”

Meng Fan: “Truth is, I suspect you're hiding something from me, maybe teaming up with my parents.”

Anxiety crept into Wen Zhi's chest.

This wasn't good—she'd blurted too much. If the secret was grave, even recovered memories wouldn't loosen her tongue!

“Don't fret, Zhizhi,” Meng Fan smiled. “Just teasing. I hold no grudges against you or my parents; you all act for my own good.”

Wen Zhi's heart swelled with emotion.

“Oddly enough, visions of cohabiting here with Rong Huaishen keep surfacing. I'd always assumed we barely crossed paths before,” Meng Fan pondered—a riddle she'd wrestled with endlessly, unsolved.

She could dial Rong Huaishen for a subtle inquiry.

But her phone revealed a full day gone by with zero calls from him, no WeChat pings, nothing in texts.

Meng Fan abandoned the thought of reaching out; he'd never truly valued her anyway.