After the divorce, Mrs. Zhou proposed to remarry with her three children.

Wang Mei's expression went blank. She looked at Zhou Lin and then at Cheng Zhiwei: "Young madam, don't you know him?"

"He is just a bodyguard. Why should I know him?" Cheng Zhiwei thought and asked again, "Aunt Wang, do you know him? If he lets me go now, I won't really complain."

A snowflake fell from the dim sky, landed on the tip of Cheng Zhiwei's nose, and instantly turned into a little water stain.

Then, there were more and more snowflakes, connecting the whole world together and separating everyone's expressions.

Cheng Zhiwei's clear black and white eyes were angry, eager, and unfamiliar.

Zhou Lin subconsciously let go, his face expressionless, only his tight chin showed his extremely uneasy heart.

Because he clearly saw all the emotions in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, but there was only no hatred.

He unconsciously raised his voice and his tone became cold and sharp: "Cheng Zhiwei, are you starting to play tricks on amnesia now?"

His rude ridicule, just like every time in the past three years, exposed her lies with such malicious speculation, making her despicable purpose obvious to the world.

In this way, his heart can be balanced and he can feel at ease.

But in the face of his ridicule, Cheng Zhiwei just curled her lips angrily and took a step back, "I don't know you, why are you saying such things to me."

She is still pretending.

Zhou Lin's expression suddenly became ferocious and sinister, and he tightened his grip on Cheng Zhiwei's wrist, "Cheng Zhiwei, if you want to save your sister, you should stay in the ward obediently, do you understand?"

"Sick." Cheng Zhiwei cursed, struggling hard with his hands, and his wrists and even the back of his hands turned red.

"Master, Master, let go first." Wang Mei begged in fear, "Young Madam's hand is going to be hurt."

Zhou Lin withdrew his sinister eyes, expressionlessly shook off Cheng Zhiwei's hand, and coldly ordered: "Take her back."

Cheng Zhiwei turned around and ran out the moment he let go, but was quickly pulled back by Wang Mei with quick eyes and hands.

Cheng Zhiwei jumped up anxiously and said aggrievedly: "Aunt Wang, are you not willing to help me either?"

Wang Mei forced a smile and said: "You have to tell me where you are going to find the young master."

"Where is Zhang Yuanheng? Isn't he accompanying Xu Zhenzhen? I can always find him if I go there." Cheng Zhiwei answered matter-of-factly.

Wang Mei pointed behind her, "That's right here."

Cheng Zhiwei looked at it with a layer of confusion on his face, "How did I get here?"

She nodded and ran towards the hospital, and Wang Mei quickly followed.

Zhou Lin stood there with a complicated expression, "Call Zhang Yuanheng over."

Cheng Zhiwei ran to Xu Zhenzhen's ward in one breath, but the ward was now empty. Because of Lin Yu's anger, Xu Zhenzhen could no longer live here and was arranged by Zhou Lin to go to another hospital.

Cheng Zhiwei didn't know, she stood blankly at the door, looking at the empty room, feeling confused again.

She clearly remembers Xu Zhenzhen being here, why is she missing?

But when did she remember?

The memory becomes a mess and gives people a headache.

There were hurried steps in the corridor, and not long after, a huge group of people appeared at the door.

Cheng Zhiwei looked at Zhang Yuanheng, walked quickly to him and asked him, "Where is Xu Zhenzhen?"

Zhang Yuanheng already knew from Secretary Zhang that Cheng Zhiwei's station was a little abnormal. He observed Cheng Zhiwei's expression and said deliberately: "Have you forgotten? Xu Zhenzhen was taken away by Meng Qiancheng?"

"Brother Qiancheng?" Cheng Zhiwei frowned, looking confused, "Where did he go?"

She didn't remember holding Meng Qiancheng and jumping into the sea.

"Okay." Zhou Lin's tone was not very good, and he looked at Cheng Zhiwei with a serious look, "Xu Zhenzhen is not here, go back to your ward."

Cheng Zhiwei said with a straight face, "You are just a bodyguard, you have no right to interfere with my affairs."

Zhou Lin's brows twitched and her expression turned ugly. She was still acting.

Wang Mei hurried over to support Cheng Zhiwei and coaxed softly: "Since Xu Zhenzhen is not here, you go back first and I will go and inquire, okay?"

Cheng Zhiwei followed her and said, "Then you should ask quickly."

"Okay." The two gradually walked away.

Zhou Lin asked expressionlessly: "What's going on?"

Zhang Yuanheng hesitated and said, "Have you lost your memory?"

"But she also knew everyone."

Except Zhou Lin.

"I'm not good at this. You have to find a psychiatrist to look at her." After Zhang Yuanheng finished speaking, he still couldn't help complaining, "But if you treat her like that, it's only a matter of time before she goes crazy."

Zhang Yuanheng said that Cheng Zhiwei might have lost her memory, but when she woke up from sleep, she returned to normal. She stopped shouting about going to find Zhou Lin, and just stayed on the sofa with her knees in her arms, remaining motionless and watching. Snow falling outside the window.

When Zhou Lin came in, Wang Mei was packing her things and whispered: "It's been like this since I woke up. I didn't say a word."

Zhou Lin walked over.

He had just come in from outside, and his clothes were still stained by the biting cold air. As soon as he approached Cheng Zhiwei, Cheng Zhiwei felt the biting coldness. She closed her eyes without any desire to speak.

"Cheng Zhiwei." Zhou Lin looked at her pale cheeks and dull eyes, his throat rolled, and his tone was indifferent, "Aren't you pretending to be crazy?"

Cheng Zhiwei's normality made him more certain that her previous lack of recognition was entirely intentional.

She pretended to be crazy and stupid for Cheng Zhiyin.

It was just a sarcasm for him, but Cheng Zhiwei still kept that posture motionless.

She was not interested in what he said.

Zhou Lin's heart suddenly surged with layers of panic. She just sat there quietly, giving him a feeling that he could never touch again.

The uncontrollable feeling disgusted Zhou Lin, so he warned her coldly and sternly: "Take good care of your health, and don't pretend to be crazy and act stupid to get me into trouble. I won't do that, or you will be responsible for the consequences."

Cheng Zhiwei remained motionless, as quiet as a puppet.

She hugged her knees, and the red ring around her wrists pierced Zhou Lin's eyes.

That was the harm he did to her in anger.

The cold and cold words were suddenly blocked in the throat. Not only could they not be spoken, but they were also blocked and made people feel stuffy.

For some reason, he remembered Zhang Yuanheng's complaint.

No matter what happens to her, it will only be a matter of time before she goes crazy.

But she is Cheng Zhiwei, isn’t she quite tolerant?

Why did it suddenly become like this?

Zhou Lin's mood calmed down. He squatted in front of her and held Cheng Zhiwei's fingers in his hands. Her fingers were cold and her fingertips were white.

"Cheng Zhiwei, I promise you, when sister Zhiyin comes out, I will definitely arrange a decent job for her and give her adequate compensation."

Cheng Zhiwei moved her body, tilted her head slightly to look at him, and pulled her fingers out bit by bit. She just looked at him, her voice hoarse.