Chapter 155 Yan Yu became stupid after waking up

Chen Jin stopped in his tracks, his body stiffening for a moment. He wondered if he was hallucinating. He just stood there, his expression a mixture of emotions, including sadness.

Perhaps because Yan Yu had been lying down for too long, Shen Jin had not been able to hear his voice and now it felt unfamiliar... Even though everything about him was so unforgettable back then.

It turns out that time really can heal all wounds... Gradually, people's hearts begin to change, and things from the past can gradually fade away.

In the instant he was lost in thought, the person behind him, as if afraid he would leave, touched him twice with stiff fingers with great difficulty, their voice hoarse and weak: "Don't... go..."

Shen Jin stood frozen in place like a piece of wood. Although he could see Yan Yu every day while Yan Yu was unconscious, when Yan Yu was about to wake up, Shen Jin found himself unsure of how to face him.

Then he simply cleared his mind and turned back with a blank expression.

Yan Yu, lying on the bed, struggled to open his eyelids. They felt incredibly heavy and he couldn't open them at all. Even if he did, the sunlight would blind him, so he had to close them again.

Perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long, he couldn't adjust to the bright light for a while, but he really wanted to see the people next to him. He could only blink rapidly and shed a few dry tears before he could barely adjust.

Shen Jin stood by the bedside like an emotionless wooden figure, looking at him without any emotion, suppressing all his feelings and asking, "Are you awake?"

Yan Yu's vision was still blurry, and he couldn't make out his face clearly, only a vague outline. But he was still overjoyed. He moved his dry lips and said weakly, "Chen...Chen, Jin..."

“…Hmm,” Shen Jin responded, “It’s good that you’re awake. You’ve been lying down for a long time.”

Yan Yu's hazy vision gradually cleared, his peach blossom eyes still a little misty. After blinking a few times, he saw Shen Jin's face clearly. He seemed a little surprised, yet also a little delighted. All his attention seemed to be on his eyes as he stared straight at him.

Shen Jin stared at him blankly, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she looked away and said in a low voice, "You just woke up, so rest well first. I'll go tell the old lady."

He turned around without looking back.

Upon hearing that he was leaving, Yan Yu's face turned deathly pale, and he blurted out, "No!"

He reacted too quickly. Shen Jin hadn't left yet. He immediately moved his stiff hand and desperately grabbed Shen Jin's wrist. Although he didn't have much strength, he weakly said, "...Stay with me... okay?"

Shen Jin paused for a moment, then gently removed the hand that was gripping his wrist, and continued walking towards the door to tell the old lady that he had woken up.

The room was empty, and Yan Yu felt a sense of emptiness in his heart as well.

He watched Shen Jin's departing figure with a pitiful expression, a faint pain rising in his heart. He frowned in confusion, gasped, and felt a sharp pain in his head.

If Shen Jin had paid closer attention, he might have noticed that Yan Yu, who had just woken up, was quite different from the Yan Yu of the past. He was like a silly, dazed child, lying motionless on the bed, looking around blankly.

After looking around the wooden house, he looked pitifully in the direction where Chen Jin had just left, hoping to see him come back, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see him.

He started to feel sad and muttered to himself, "...Why won't you stay with me? Do you hate me...?"

Instead of seeing Shen Jin, he encountered a strange old woman who stared at him with a particularly sharp gaze as soon as she entered, which frightened him.

"You're awake?" The old lady walked over with a smile, waving her hand in front of his bewildered eyes. "Do you know how long you've been unconscious? It's been more than half a year! If you hadn't woken up, you would have gone moldy!"

After she laughed, Yan Yu wasn't so afraid of her anymore, but after hearing her words, he couldn't help but frown, and after a long while, he said, "I haven't... gone moldy yet..."

"Yes, yes, yes, it hasn't gone moldy yet!" the old lady asked with a smile. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere? Your memory, your head, are those things alright?"

Yan Yu seemed not to understand what she was saying. After a long silence, he replied seriously, "My head hurts... My head hurts whenever I think about things... It doesn't let me think..."

The old lady said, "Oh, that's normal. It's already good that you didn't become a vegetable or develop dementia or anything. Young man, you should be secretly happy. You're lucky to have fallen from such a height. I really don't know what you young people are thinking. Are you all so fearless?"

Yan Yu was rebuked by her for a while, but he didn't quite hear some of what she said. He looked at her blankly, blinked his peach blossom eyes twice, and asked, "Where is he?"

The old lady, who had just retorted, was stunned and didn't understand what he had said: "Who?"

"That's right, that's right..." Yan Yu pursed his lips. For some reason, his mind was blank, but that name was stuck in his heart, making him blurt it out the moment he woke up, "Shen Jin..."

"Didn't he just go out? Why are you in such a hurry to find him?" The old lady was puzzled and couldn't help but mutter, "It's strange, when you were unconscious, he was quite concerned about your condition, but as soon as you woke up, he became indifferent and even didn't want to pay attention to you?"

Although Shen Jin didn't say it, the old lady had seen all sorts of things, and she could understand a lot by observing carefully.

As for Shen Jin's attitude towards Yan Yu, she was not sure what he really thought. Sometimes she felt that Yan Yu was a very important person to Shen Jin, but other times she treated him with the same coldness as an enemy.

Sometimes, they treat me like a complete stranger.

"Does he...?" Yan Yu frowned, somewhat saddened, and looked at the old lady, asking cautiously, "Does he particularly dislike me?"

The old lady didn't know Yan Yu before and had never spent time with him, so when he woke up and she found that he could talk and sing and seemed to be fine, she didn't notice anything unusual about him.

"Why are you asking me this? Don't you know whether he dislikes you or not? You jumped off a cliff together, can't you understand each other?" The old lady didn't know much about their situation. "You've been through hell together, what can't you let go of now?"

Yan Yu pondered his words for a moment, then frowned in distress. After a long while, he lowered his eyelids and slowly said, "I don't know... I have no recollection, my mind is blank... I only remember his name..."

The old lady was stunned, and only then did she realize that he had a problem.

After much effort, it was confirmed that Yan Yu had not only suffered severe brain damage and lost his memory, but had also become somewhat dazed. After all, the injury was too serious, and whether it would heal or how long it would take was unknown.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jin couldn't help but laugh.

After laughing, he thought of Yan Yu losing all his memories and becoming stupid, and commented, "You're really something."

So much had happened, yet now he had lost his memory and forgotten everything… This felt particularly ironic to Shen Jin, since those wounds were still starkly visible. Even though he no longer held grudges against Yan Yu for what he had done, Yan Yu had completely forgotten…

From now on, shall we pretend that nothing ever happened?

He didn't want to see Yan Yu, at least not at this moment.

Yan Yu's gaze followed him until Shen Jin left through the door. Then, he turned his gaze to the window, watching Shen Jin's departing figure, and said with a touch of sadness, "He really does hate me... He's gone again..."

He felt very sad, his heart ached terribly, but he was also afraid because deep down he seemed to know that it was his fault and he couldn't blame him. Instinctively, he also felt a little guilty...

"Sigh, that child is such a nice person, so polite. I've never seen him treat anyone like that before," the old woman said, glancing at the fool on the bed. "What did you do?"

Yan Yu felt a chill run down his spine when he was questioned. He didn't know what had happened, but his heart felt incredibly cold.

Finally, he shook his head, blinked, and whispered, "I don't know, my head hurts, I can't remember, it hurts whenever I try to think about it... but, it's like I know..."

He lowered his eyelids slightly, seemingly saddened, and didn't continue speaking. This only piqued the old lady's curiosity, and she couldn't help but press him, "Tell me, what do you know? Don't just stop halfway through your sentence and leave me hanging!"

Yan Yu said in a low voice, "I know... he hates me."

"What's the use of just knowing?" The old lady was probably too idle and had nothing to do, so she couldn't help but start inquiring about the younger generation. She asked him, "And then?"

"Ah," Yan Yu was taken aback by his question, "What then?"

"Oh dear, I think your head has really been severely damaged by this fall! Since he hates you, what are you going to do about it!" The old lady glared at him. "So stupid!"

Yan Yu was stunned by his shout, blinking blankly. Afraid of being yelled at again, he said cautiously, "I...I don't know...I got scared as soon as I found out he hates me..."

"Then you can continue being stupid!" The old lady shook her head and sighed helplessly, feeling that she was really getting old. What was the point of talking so much to someone who had fallen off a cliff and become stupid? It was a waste of breath.

"You should rest well. You can't get out of bed yet. You should be fine after a while of recuperation." The old lady leaned on her cane and slowly went out the door.

Silence returned to the room. Yan Yu stared longingly at the doorway, but couldn't catch a glimpse of Shen Jin. Feeling disappointed and sad, he sighed softly, "He really... hates me so much..."