He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 201 When the White Moonlight Overturns the Plot 8

Wen Yan didn't want to talk, but her emotions got the better of her, and when she opened her mouth again, tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

She was disturbed by the original owner's emotions.

How could someone who ultimately commits suicide due to depression not have bitter secrets in their heart?

"Mr. Fu, I want to go home," Wen Yan said hesitantly.

Fu Chen agreed, wiped away her tears, and then drove her home. The street scenes outside the window flashed by; there were no stars or moon, only the dazzling light of neon lights.

It took Wen Yan a while to realize that this wasn't the way home. She wanted to tell Fu Chen to turn around because she wanted to go home.

But she didn't speak. The original owner's emotions were suffocating her, like a closed box.

"My lord...do you need me to clear away the original owner's emotions?" 233 couldn't bear to see her struggle.

"No need. I'm lucky to have experienced the seven emotions and six desires." Wen Yan's voice was unclear, but the meaning she conveyed was very clear.

Now that she's here and has become her, she is Wen Yan, and Wen Yan is her.

She will bear everything that comes her way.

Oh, except for romantic entanglements.

I almost forgot that someone is most prone to getting jealous out of nowhere.

As the car drove towards the suburbs, Wen Yan remained silent, not uttering a sound from the moment she got in and fastened her seatbelt, not even mentioning going home.

Her expression was indescribably calm, but her eyes were filled with uncontrollable sorrow. Her hair was still sticky with tears, but no tears fell from her eyes.

Fu Chen didn't go home; they went to the beach. The sea was dark, and the waves of the daytime were nowhere to be seen; only the sound of the waves crashing could be heard.

Silence, utter silence, an endless loneliness spreading.

Wen Yan squatted down, hugging her knees. Before her was the turbulent sea, shimmering with fragmented golden light. Fu Chen walked to her side.

“If you cry here, you won’t hear the crying.”

Indeed, the cries grew louder and louder, and she could barely hear his voice anymore, let alone the sobs.

Wen Yan sniffed and asked slowly, "Why is the tide coming in at night?"

Fu Chen pondered for a moment: "The tide rises not only at night, but also during the day."

Seeing that she seemed to want to speak, Fu Chen's heart was no longer as tense as when he was driving.

Looking down at the top of her head, he hesitated for a long time before finally putting his hand down and choosing to straighten her coat, then slowly and deliberately buttoning it up.

Wen Yan turned to look at his profile. The sea breeze ruffled his neatly combed hair, and the unruly strands of hair on his forehead swayed with the wind. He said, "It's windy and cold at night."

"I want to talk." Wen Yan's gaze was pitiful, like that of someone about to fall off a cliff.

"Yes, go ahead, I'm listening."

"I don't know what to say." She paused for a moment before asking him, "What do you want to hear?"

Fu Chen paused in his buttoning motion. "Wen Yan, you need to understand, what I listen to depends on what you want to say."

Looking into her soft eyes, Fu Chen's voice softened again: "Do you understand? No one can force you except yourself."

Wen Yan didn't speak, as if she understood and yet didn't understand. She simply rested her head gently on his shoulder. Fu Chen gave up on buttoning his shirt halfway up and instead gently hugged her.

"Fu Chen, do you have a red mole below your left ear?" It was dark at night, and she couldn't see it clearly, so she simply asked directly.

Yes. What's wrong?

This was the first time she had asked him about anything.

"It's nothing. I went to a fortune teller, and he said that my destined person has a red mole below my left ear on my neck." Wen Yan smiled gently.

"Then our fate is ordained by heaven."

Wen Yan closed her eyes slightly, smelling the faint woody scent on the man, and her chest felt less heavy.

What fate or destiny? It was clearly my destiny.

I'm searching for you in every world, my Daoist companion.

It was almost midnight, and the effects of the alcohol had mostly dissipated with the intermittent breeze, so Wen Yan took the initiative to suggest going back.

Of all the worlds I've been through, this is the first time that pretending to be drunk has resulted in nothing happening, our relationship hasn't changed, yet our hearts are so close.

Wen Yan chuckled. This was a good thing, proving that he liked her as a person, not just her young body.

"Fu Chen, I want to see a doctor."

This was Wen Yan's first sentence after getting on the bus; she seemed to realize that her emotions were off.

"Okay. I'll go with you." The words were spoken lightly, as if the fear was nothing more than a casual chat over a meal, yet they inexplicably reassured Wen Yan.

As Wen Yan lay in bed, the sun was faintly visible on the horizon. She invited Fu Chen to come in and sit for a while, but Fu Chen waved his hand, saying that he would visit formally another day, and then drove away.

He thought that next time they met, he should call them grandpa and grandma.

As if he had encountered something happy, Fu Chen's lips curled up slightly, and he was in a good mood all day.

Wen Yan was lying on the bed, her brows showing signs of exhaustion, with 233 lying beside her.

"Little Sanzi, you guys are pretty ruthless. Either he's sick or I'm sick."

As he spoke, he poked it, ruffling its fur.

233 very patiently smoothed out its ruffled fur, its eyes wide and round: "Sir, the world we're involved in isn't something we can decide."

"Of course I know. Otherwise, how could there be such a mess?" Wen Yan shrugged.

However, the original owner's emotions had a great impact on her, and she really needed to see a doctor.

Outsiders always say that Miss Wen has bright eyes and white teeth, is gentle and charming, and speaks in the softest voice, but they never thought that she had simply lost interest in perceiving the world.

He simply puts on a gentle mask for everyone, but his core has long since rotted away.

Thinking about all sorts of trivial matters, I gradually felt sleepy, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep, not even hearing Grandma Wen knocking at the door.

"Xiao Yan is probably asleep. Let's talk about it when she wakes up," Grandma Wen said to Grandpa Wen.

Old Man Wen held a stack of photos in his hand, and the people in the photos looked very familiar.

Grandma Wen glanced at it and exclaimed that it was bad luck.