Chapter 3 Amnesia, Her After Amnesia

  In the soft light, a pair of bright eyes slowly opened.

  She stared at the white wall above her head with a bit of hesitation, and beside her ears was a sound of dripping water, which didn't feel noisy at all, but rather had a soothing effect.

  The surrounding walls were snow-white, and everything looked extremely clean. It would be even better if there wasn't a pungent smell lingering in the air.

  This was her first feeling after waking up.

  Where is this?

  She wanted to move, and her back of hand felt a dull ache.

  The suspicious gaze shifted downward, discovering a transparent tube inserted into the back of his hand, with a silver needle piercing into the blood vessel on the back of his right hand.

  The gaze moved upwards, and at the end of the tube was a transparent bottle hanging from it. The bottle still had half a bottle of water in it, and the water droplets were dripping into the transparent tube, then flowing through the tube into the blood vessels on the back of the hand, injecting into the body.

  What is this thing?

  She curiously stared at the thing that was injected into her body, and her arm had a faintly swollen feeling, accompanied by a dull ache, which was very uncomfortable.

  Lift up the quilt and use his left hand that was not tied up to subconsciously pull out the thing.

  As she saw blood oozing out of her pale and tender hand, she couldn't help but furrow her brow. It was that ruthless killer who had poked those needles into her hand.

  Didn't he see that her hand was already in pain? How could he not know to cherish and pity her?

  Looking at the clothes on her body, blue and white stripes, not to mention the poor quality, but also very tacky. She thought, how can there be such ugly clothes? The quality of these fabrics is not even as good as the rags in her home.

  Home? Ah yes, where is her home?

  The originally tightly furrowed eyebrows twisted into a "川" shape.

  Why can't she remember where her home is?

  What is this place again?

  Who is she?

  What is she doing here?

  She supported her head with her hands, closed her eyes and tried hard to recall, but her mind was a complete blank, unable to remember anything.

  Wanting to think more deeply, her head started throbbing with pain, as if it was about to explode. She subconsciously grasped the painful temples with both hands, trying to dispel the pain, but was held back by another hand.

  "Hey! You're finally awake, don't move around with injuries."

  She hesitantly raised her head to look at the young man who was holding her down, he looked very handsome with a pair of good-looking eyes, and his gaze seemed to be filled with wisdom.

  Who is he? She was quietly sizing him up.

  The young man's eyes slanted down to her hand, which was still oozing blood, and his eyebrows furrowed. "She's bleeding..." he said to the people following behind him.

  "I'm not blind, I saw it."

  Another man came out behind the young man.

  The man wore a white robe, his bright and fair face revealing sharp features, with long eyelashes lowered, a pair of frameless glasses perched on the high bridge of his nose, his beautiful lips pursed slightly, exuding an aura of coolness and pride.

  At first glance, you can tell he's an extremely cold-blooded person.

  She felt a bit dazed, looking at the two strange men who suddenly appeared in front of her, wondering who they were.

  The man in white clothes came straight up to her and looked at her hand, frowning.

  She actually wanted to tell him that it wasn't that painful, no need to frown so much, making her feel like a seriously ill patient on the verge of death.

  Then he pulled out a drawer and took out a cotton swab, skillfully wiping away the blood stains on his hand, and then stuck something that looked like paper on it.

  She quietly let him clean her wound, intuitively feeling that this person shouldn't pose any danger to her, so she didn't make any drastic reactions.

  And she also wants to know from them who she is and why she can't remember anything.

  Qin Feng examined her body while giving a sideways glare at the young man, "Qin Ye Lan, next time you might as well speed up and kill someone directly, it's less troublesome..."

  Qin Yesan, who was called by her first name, looked at her with an unclear expression, pursed her lips, averted her gaze, and whispered to herself in defense, "This time it really wasn't my problem, she bumped into me on her own."

  "You always say it's not your problem, you've only been back for a few days and there have already been so many car accidents? Hmm?" Qin Feng, also the man in white, didn't turn his head, continuing with the inspection, "Don't always treat this place as a shelter, stuffing all sorts of people in here..."

  Two men started arguing with each other in front of her, one sentence at a time.

  Of course, it was obvious that the white-clothed youth had the upper hand.