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Shen Chuwei had lived her life with an optimistic and cheerful disposition, facing even the greatest adversities with a positive attitude, never experiencing extreme joy or sorrow.

But this time, she felt not only anger but also deep sadness, sadness that made her want to cry, so she couldn’t control her tears which fell like beads off a broken string.

Xuetuan, caught in the middle, felt that going out tonight was ill-timed, at risk of becoming a Meat Sandwich～

Caught off guard by her sudden actions, Lin Xian found himself at a loss. He looked at her, embracing his neck and crying so mournfully, he was stunned for a long time. When he tried to push her away, he found that she was holding on tight. It wasn’t long before his shoulder was soaked through.

He didn’t know how to comfort people, especially weeping women.

"Stop crying," he said.

Shen Chuwei released his neck and wiped away her tears, "That person was so malicious, could they be your enemy? Just let me catch them, and I’ll make them wish they were dead."

Shen Chuwei choked back sobs as she made her threats.

Lin Xian was taken aback, probably not expecting such a reaction from her, but he knew it was all because he resembled her husband.

"We can talk about revenge later. Let’s focus on treating your injuries first," Shen Chuwei said after wiping her tears, squatting down in front of him again and looking at his severely injured leg. The treatment process would be more troublesome than for the eye.

But as long as a cure was possible, no matter how long it took, it wouldn’t be a problem.

When treating an illness, Shen Chuwei would put her heart and soul into it, a seriousness that greatly differed from her usual demeanor.

Lin Xian couldn’t see, but he might feel that when she was treating him, she was very quiet, so quiet that even her breathing was shallow.

"Your kneecap is severely damaged. You’ll need to soak it in medicine to allow the bone to regrow, but the process will be slow."

In fact, it was a severe comminuted fracture, made more difficult by the fact that Xiao Jinyan’s injury was at the knee, which would be harder to heal.

Lin Xian knew from the way she spoke that she was very different from other doctors, and he started to believe that she definitely could heal his leg and his eyes.

"As long as it can be cured, I can wait no matter how long it takes."

Shen Chuwei admired Xiao Jinyan’s strength, seeing that his various injuries hadn’t defeated him, something that ordinary people couldn’t achieve.

"Compounding the medicine will take time. I’ll come back tomorrow night."

Lin Xian nodded. "Mhm."

Shen Chuwei stood up and pushed his wheelchair towards the bed.

Lin Xian sensed something amiss and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen Chuwei replied, "I’m helping you onto the bed to rest."

Lin Xian immediately refused, "No need, I can do it myself."

She explained, "Your leg is severely injured. It’s better not to put any weight on it before the bone has healed fully, to avoid affecting recovery."

Lin Xian’s next refusal was stuck in his throat.

Shen Chuwei pushed him to the bedside, and as she reached out to help him, she saw Xuetuan in his arms. She said, "Do you know why I went to the pavilion on the water on my first day in the Imperial City?"

Lin Xian remembered that day at the pavilion, it was because of the pet in his arms, "Weren’t you looking for your pet?"

Shen Chuwei looked at Xuetuan, somewhat grateful that she hadn’t found it a bother to bring Xuetuan out back then.

"Yes, I was looking for my pet. If it weren’t for Xuetuan, I wouldn’t have known you were here."

Lin Xian asked with confusion, "What do you mean?"

Shen Chuwei explained, "Although Xuetuan is a cat, its nose is even more sensitive than a dog’s. Xuetuan is your pet, intimately familiar with your scent, which is why it led me straight to you."

Lin Xian stroked the cat in his arms and chuckled softly, "It’s just a cat, after all."

Shen Chuwei had initially also considered Xuetuan just an ordinary cat, but after years of being together, she realized how incredibly smart it was.

"Don’t underestimate Xuetuan; it’s very smart. It wouldn’t let strangers hold it, let alone jump into a stranger’s arms."

Lin Xian replied, "So what?"

Shen Chuwei thought by saying so much he would understand, but then he casually asked, "So what?".

"Don’t you get it? It jumped into your arms because you are its master."

Lin Xian stroked Xuetuan’s fluffy head, noting how it nuzzled into his palm, and said, "Cats are docile. Jumping into my arms just shows it likes me more, that’s all."

Shen Chuwei felt she had exhausted all her patience at this moment, explaining over and over again, yet he wouldn’t believe her.

"Why won’t you believe what I’m saying? Have you lost your memory or been poisoned by a Poisonous Insect?"

Lin Xian replied indifferently, "I haven’t lost my memory, nor have I been poisoned."

Shen Chuwei couldn’t help but ask, "Then how come you don’t remember your own wife?"

Lin Xian didn’t elaborate further, "You should go rest. It’s late."

"I’ll help you onto the bed first." Shen Chuwei moved his hand onto her shoulder and, supporting his waist, reminded, "Don’t put any weight on your foot. Shift all your weight onto me."

Having touched her twice, Lin Xian now knew she was rather short and quite slender; pressing his weight onto her would surely knock her over.

Shen Chuwei, noticing he wasn’t exerting any force, guessed his thoughts and reminded him again, "Do you want your leg to remain injured forever? Hurry up and lean on me."

Lin Xian: "..."

He tried leaning on her, expecting to overwhelm her, but surprisingly, she was very strong.

He disliked being waited on up close, thus he always went to bed by himself, which was a strain. With her help, it was clearly less exerting and also reduced the pain.

Shen Chuwei laid him down on the bed, feeling a bit tired herself at this point, but seeing Xiao Jinyan not remembering her made her somewhat sad again.

"If you say you’re not Xiao Jinyan, then tell me, who are you? What’s your name?"

Lin Xian calmly replied, "My name is Lin Xian."

Lin Xian? Shen Chuwei furrowed her brows and pressed further, "What else? Where’s your home? Why are you here?"

Lin Xian said, "Those are my private matters, which I don’t think I need to share with you, do I?"

Shen Chuwei asserted confidently, "But you’re my husband, and I have the right to know your fabricated identity."

Lin Xian didn’t argue with her, "It’s useless to talk to you. Go get some rest."

Shen Chuwei sounded somewhat aggrieved, "Are you saying that because you’re annoyed with me?"

"..." Lin Xian countered, "I’m not."

Shen Chuwei persisted, "Then do you still want a wife or not?"

Lin Xian, with his heightened sense of hearing, felt that she was on the verge of crying again.

"You’re not my wife, so stop asking me these irrelevant questions."

Shen Chuwei gripped her sleeves tightly, thinking that he must be saying this because he had suffered a serious injury and for some reason didn’t remember her; it wasn’t his true intention, so she held back.

"Let’s wait until you remember me to say that I’m not your wife. If you still believe I’m not your wife by then, I’ll willingly step down."

Shen Chuwei took out a bamboo tube from her space and placed it into his palm.

Feeling the cool touch in his hand, Lin Xian asked with curiosity, "What’s this?"

Shen Chuwei said, "Inside the bamboo tube is a portrait I personally drew before you left. Once your eyes are healed, look at this portrait, and you’ll know that every word I’ve said is true."

After speaking, Shen Chuwei stood up, packed up her medicine box, and prepared to leave.

Lin Xian touched the bamboo tube in his hand, curiously wondering what the drawing could be?

Shen Chuwei returned, leaning on the bed with one hand as she kissed his cheek, "My lord, good night."

After the kiss, as Shen Chuwei was about to leave, her wrist was suddenly grasped by a hand: "Little Nine?"