After entering the private room on the second floor, Li Baobei gently removed her veil and slowly scanned her surroundings.

An indescribable sense of familiarity welled up inside her, as if everything here had been inextricably linked to her.

Dongfang Yerong smiled and walked to her side, gently picked up the teapot, poured a cup of steaming hot tea into it, and handed it to her, saying in a gentle tone, "Nannan, do you remember? This is where we first met."

Li Baobei was slightly taken aback. She took the teacup, took a sip, and the aroma of the tea filled the air, making her feel refreshed and relaxed.

She nodded and said with a sigh, "No wonder I always felt this place was familiar; now I know why..."

After putting down her teacup, Li Baobei got up and strolled around, carefully examining the surroundings while reminiscing about the past.

When her gaze fell on the calligraphy and painting on the wall with the poem inscribed on it, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks.

She softly recited the poem: "Red beans grow in the south, how many branches will sprout in spring? I wish you would gather more, for this is the most cherished token of love."

Just as Li Baobei was immersed in the poetry and somewhat lost in thought, Dongfang Yerong's voice rang out again: "This poem is also from your hand. You inscribed it here back then."

"Me?" Li Baobei's eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment, she simply couldn't believe her ears.

How could she possibly possess such talent!

For a moment, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

However, as soon as the thought crossed my mind, some blurry images appeared in my mind.

The poem seemed very familiar, especially the lines describing the emotions between lovers, which deeply touched her heart.

But why do I have no recollection of it at all?

Countless questions swirled in Li Baobei's mind as she racked her brains, trying to piece together that lost memory.

Gradually, she seemed to see a blurry face, the face of the man who had repeatedly appeared in her dreams.

"My head...I have a terrible headache, Dongfang..."

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and a flood of vague memories rushed into her mind, crashing wildly through her brain.

She tried to grasp these fragments and piece together the complete picture, but the harder she tried to recall, the more intense the pain in her head became.

Li Baobei clutched her head in pain and squatted down, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Dongfang Yerong was extremely anxious and rushed forward to hug her tightly, then ran towards the door.

The waiter witnessed everything and hurriedly came forward to ask, "Master, what happened?"

Dongfang Yerong replied anxiously, "Quick! Go find a doctor right away!"

"Okay!" the waiter replied, then turned and ran downstairs.

However, just as he was going downstairs, he suddenly remembered the woman that Dongfang Yerong had just held in his arms; he felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

Where did I encounter her before?

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not recall the specific details.

Without wasting any more time, the waiter quickened his pace and rushed towards the clinic.

Li Baobei lay on the bed with her eyes closed, her whole body trembling slightly, and her face turned deathly pale.

Dongfang Yerong stood silently beside her, holding her hands tightly, "Nannan, you absolutely can't get hurt..."

"The doctor is here!"

As the waiter called out anxiously, a figure stumbled into the room.

It turned out that the waiter had dragged the doctor all the way here at breakneck speed. By this time, the doctor was panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Before he could even catch his breath, the doctor rushed to the bedside. Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman on the bed, whose face was as pale as paper, his brows furrowed tightly.

Without taking a break, he immediately reached out and carefully took the woman's pulse.

Time ticked by, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the doctor intently, afraid of missing a single detail.

Finally, the doctor slowly lowered his hand, took a deep breath, and his tense expression gradually relaxed.

After a moment of silence, the doctor said softly, "This young lady was just momentarily angered, which caused her blood and qi to stagnate. There's nothing seriously wrong with her. I'll prescribe a few doses of medicine; just take them on time to regulate her body." After saying this, he thought for a moment, picked up a pen, and wrote down a string of medicinal herbs.

Hearing this, Dongfang Yerong, who had been staying by the bedside, finally felt relieved, but still felt a little scared.

After thanking the doctor, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed, whispering to the person on the bed, "It's good that you're alright, otherwise..." His voice was filled with undisguised concern and self-reproach.

But no one heard it.