"Young lady, you must rest well. Avoid overthinking for now, as it could cause severe headaches, intracranial hemorrhage, and in the worst case, a fatal stroke."
The doctor emphasized his instructions.
Meng Jingwei weakly replied, "Okay. I will."
"Alright, you rest well. Your mother and I will leave now and won't disturb you. We'll tell you other things tomorrow."
Old Chentou patted Meng Jingwei's shoulder, his face returning to its usual kind and benevolent expression.
Lying in bed, Meng Jingwei's head throbbed intensely. She nodded slightly, seemingly lacking the strength to speak.
The three turned and left the room, closing the door behind them.
Inside the room, darkness once again descended.
Outside the door, the imposter doctor walked alongside Old Chentou down the corridor. He asked, "Was it successful?"
"Rest assured, there will be absolutely no problems."
Old Chentou was full of confidence. "Have you forgotten? Every three years, I've brought her back to the hidden clan. Afterward, her memories were sealed in the same way. Otherwise, how could she, who knew the hidden language since childhood, have forgotten it so completely?"
"Yes, I trust He Xiaobei."
He Xiaolan Ya wholeheartedly believed Old Chentou's words.
This was not her first time meeting Meng Jingwei. They had met before, but each time Old Chentou took her away from the hidden clan, he would employ the same tactic, causing her to forget a portion of her memories.
This was why Meng Jingwei had forgotten so much about the hidden clan, even forgetting the hidden language.
"That's good. It seems our plan can proceed as intended," the doctor said.
"The priority now is to send away Qing Muye and the others, otherwise, they will only disrupt our plan..."
The three of them communicated using the hidden language as they walked.
Only after their voices faded into the distance did the door to the room slowly creak shut.
Meng Jingwei stood behind the door, her head splitting with pain. At the moment of intense agony, countless memories flooded her mind, like a breaking dam, overwhelming her with the sheer force of the pain.
He Xiaomingjin: "Sister Weiwei, please don't ever forget me."
"Sister Weiwei, are you returning to Lancheng again? When will you come back next time?"
"Come back quickly, I'll miss you."
Meng Jingwei: "Jinjin, I'll miss you too."
"Jinjin, would you marry someone younger than you?"
He Xiaomingjin: "Of course. My grandfather is younger than my grandmother. But they lived a very happy life together."
Meng Jingwei: "Then will you marry me?"
He Xiaomingjin: "Of course. But you must not forget me."
Meng Jingwei: "I won't. Let's pinky swear."
The scene shifted, presenting another memory.
Han Junyan: "Jingwei, remember this, no matter when it is in the future, I will always stand by your side."
"He Xiaobei is not a good person. Stay away from him."
Meng Jingwei: "Junyan, why do you say that?"
Han Junyan: "Believe me, I won't lie to you."
The scene shifted again...
Meng Jingwei and Han Junyan were walking home from school when suddenly five or six people rushed out of a van, their target being Han Junyan.
The two, who had just started high school, were no match for five or six burly men. Meng Jingwei was knocked to the ground, and Han Junyan was taken away.
"Jingwei, these people were sent by Old Chentou. Find a way to save me, you must save me!"
"Brother Junyan!"
Meng Jingwei pushed herself up from the ground, chasing after the van like a madwoman, but it eventually disappeared from sight.
Meng Jingwei ran home frantically and went straight to Old Chentou's room. She grabbed Old Chentou, who was practicing Tai Chi, and said, "Old Chentou, Han Junyan has been kidnapped. He said the people who kidnapped him were sent by you? Tell me, is it true?"