“You’ve even forgotten me, let alone her, that’s normal.” Qiao Wanwan put away her phone. “It’s okay, let’s plant the medicine first.”

The three of them planted the herbs together. Qiao Wanwan observed the Ghost Hand Doctor, who was clearly no stranger to planting herbs; it was a skill that seemed ingrained in his bones.

Qiao Wanwan became increasingly confident that her master would definitely remember!

......

Wen Lijing arrived unexpectedly after dinner.

"Jingting, Wanwan, I have something I want to say to you."

"Let's talk in the study."

The three of them went to the study. Qiao Wanwan closed the door and went to pour him some water.

"Thank you." Wen Lijing looked even more haggard than Wen Lixuan had at noon. "Wanwan, I've taken Wen Xue to the hospital."

“I know, Lixuan told me.”

"The hospital couldn't determine whether Wen Xue was truly insane or faking it."

"I know you firmly believe that Wen Xue is truly insane," Qiao Wanwan said calmly. "I can't wake you up if you're pretending to be asleep."

“I didn’t!” Wen Lijing immediately explained, “Without solid evidence, I can’t believe my sister would pretend to be crazy to kill someone.”

“If it weren’t for that recording, you wouldn’t believe that your respected aunt would be that kind of person, right?” Qiao Wanwan gave an example. “Lijing, sometimes the things you can’t believe are often the truth.”

Wen Lijing pinched his brow wearily. "My mind is a mess. I can't think or make any judgments at all, which is why I came to you."

“Wen Xue killed my aunt, which prevented you and Eleven from getting an antidote. She is indeed guilty of an unforgivable crime. Jing Ting cherishes you like his own life, so he will never let her go. That’s why I’m here today to ask you what you plan to do with her.”