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

In the roaring wind, Zhou Lin looked at her shaky back. Her foot slipped, she stumbled and fell on the steps, and then slid down a few steps.

"Cheng Zhiwei."

Zhou Lin frowned fiercely and strode forward to help her up. He held her palm and saw that blood was already oozing out.

Cheng Zhiwei pushed him away, gritted his teeth and got up, "Go away."

"He won't understand your feelings for him at all, and he won't be moved if you hurt yourself like this." Zhou Lin tried to use the coldest words to hurt her.

But the Cheng Zhiwei at this time was not the Cheng Zhiwei who was riddled with wounds by him, but the good Cheng Zhiwei who still had countless longings for future relationships and cared deeply about the people he liked.

She couldn't listen to a word of advice, she just thought she had to do something to help Zhou Lin.

As for whether Zhou Lin would be grateful to her and whether he would respond to her feelings because of this matter, it was not within her scope now.

"It doesn't matter whether he cares or not, as long as he gets better." Cheng Zhiwei's pale face showed impatience, "Don't follow me, and don't waste my time anymore."

The wind and snow were too strong, blurring Zhou Lin's expression. He said coldly: "Cheng Zhiwei, if he had liked you over the years, he would have liked you long ago, so you see, what you are doing now has no meaning at all. He won't like you."

Cheng Zhiwei's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't look back. Her voice was soft and slow, "It's okay."

She doesn't care.

What you like is your own business and has nothing to do with anyone else. Who Zhou Lin likes is his business, and it is her own business if she likes him.

After several arguments and pulling, Cheng Zhiwei had reached the top of the mountain.

She screamed happily and couldn't wait to find the host. She knelt on the futon and prayed sincerely. The host handed her a box. Cheng Zhiwei thanked her and held the box carefully in her heart like a treasure.

After she left, the young monk next to her asked the host, "Isn't this the lady who came to return the scriptures not long ago? Why doesn't she look normal?"

"Be careful what you say." The host looked outside with pity.

The young monk quickly lowered his head and asked curiously: "Is the scripture in the box the one she came here not long ago?"

"Yes." The host nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

Cheng Zhiwei was overjoyed with the box in her arms. She almost trotted down the mountain. The ground was slippery. If Zhou Lin hadn't been there to protect her, she would have rolled down several times.

When she got to the car, she was soaked to the skin. The driver had turned the heating on to the maximum, and her body was still trembling slightly.

But she held the box and smiled happily, urging Zhou Lin, "Let's go back."

Zhou Lin took off his coat and wrapped it around her, going to take the box in her hand, but she held it tightly and wouldn't let Zhou Lin take it away.

Zhou Lin had mixed feelings in his heart, and finally let her go.

After returning to Bright Tiancheng, Zhou Lin threw her into the bathroom and took a hot bath. She drank a cup of cold medicine before giving her the box.

Cheng Zhiwei carefully cleaned the box and put it on the table in the guest room.

I took out my mobile phone and fiddled with it over and over, but found that I couldn't connect to the Internet. After asking, I found out that there was a problem with the network at home during this period, and the mobile phone could not be used.

"It doesn't matter, as long as the recording can be used." Cheng Zhiwei didn't take it to heart.

She read it word by word, recorded it line by line, and explained it very thoughtfully: "He reads when he wants to read, and listens to the recording when he doesn't want to read. All aspects are taken care of, perfect... Ah Zhi."

The cold is late but coming.

Cheng Zhiwei seemed to be in much better spirits, but in fact he was very weak. It would be strange not to be sick after such a scene in the snow.

She stayed up half the night despite her discomfort. When she got up the next day, she had a stuffy nose, tinnitus, and dizziness.

She had to stagger downstairs to find Wang Mei. Wang Mei touched her forehead and was startled, "Young Madam, I have a fever."

"I'll just take some medicine and get some sleep." Cheng Zhiwei patted her forehead and leaned against the door in a daze.

Wang Mei quickly found antipyretic medicine for her to take, then called Zhou Lin and coaxed Cheng Zhiwei back to her room to sleep.

Seeing the books and papers scattered all over the bed, Wang Mei asked casually while tidying them up: "You didn't sleep all night?"

"I'm asleep." Cheng Zhiwei leaned on the table, "I just didn't sleep for long. I went to bed at about three o'clock."

Wang Mei: "..."

When Zhou Lin arrived home, Wang Mei complained. Zhou Lin's forehead jumped and he immediately went to the guest room.

When he brought her back yesterday, he told her to wait until the next day to get those things, but she really didn't listen.

In the room, Cheng Zhiwei had fallen into a deep sleep, sweating profusely and frowning as if in pain.

Zhou Lin touched her forehead, which was still very hot.

He picked up Cheng Zhiwei and prepared to take her to the hospital.

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly woke up and looked at Zhou Lin blankly, a little distracted, "Zhou Lin?"

Zhou Lin's thin lips moved, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, "Cheng Zhiwei, do you recognize me?"

Cheng Zhiwei suddenly grabbed his clothes, his pupils quickly opened, he spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and murmured: "Don't touch me... I hate... sister..."

The words were sporadic and weak, but that was roughly what they meant.

Zhou Lin's eyes dimmed, the palms holding Cheng Zhiwei trembled, and he said hoarsely: "It's okay, I'm here."

Cheng Zhiwei was hospitalized again. Two days and two nights of high fever and ubiquitous nightmares took half of her life. She looked even thinner. However, after the fever subsided, she could not remember what happened in the dream.

She just felt that it was a big deal to be hospitalized for a minor cold. She was going to be discharged from the hospital the same day.

"Zhiwei." Lin Yu appeared at the door.

"Aunt Lin." Cheng Zhiwei suddenly shouted happily, "Why are you here?"

Lin Yu had already listened to Wang Mei's complete explanation of her situation. He touched her hair distressedly, took the hearing aid from Wang Mei and helped her put it on.

Cheng Zhiwei touched the hearing aid and complained in a low voice: "It's really weird, why can't my ears work well?"

And she has no memory of when her hearing loss occurred.

It's like my ears suddenly went bad.

Lin Yu turned away, almost crying, and coaxed with a forced smile: "It will be fine."

Cheng Zhiwei's mind was not on her hearing problem. She finally saw Lin Yu and asked her quickly: "Is Alin feeling better?"

Lin Yu suppressed her sadness and said, "Well, it's much better."

"Then when can I go see him?"

"Wait a minute."

Cheng Zhiwei let out a disappointed "Oh", tugged on Lin Yu's clothes again, and whispered: "Aunt Lin, if it's not convenient for you at home, I can go find my sister. I don't want to live with that gentleman. .”

"That...sir?"

"That's the gentleman from the house I live in now. I still don't know his name."