Chapter 29 Selective Amnesia
Inside the study, the cold air quietly spread from the icy ground, as if silently robbing away the warmth from every inch of skin.
Chen He curled up on the cold and hard ground, her long hair like fallen autumn leaves, scattered all over her cheeks and the ground around her, helpless and embarrassed.
Cold sweat oozed out densely, slid down her temples, and intertwined with the hot tears on her cheeks, blurring her face and her thoughts.
“Uh…ah…”
A broken and painful sob escaped from the depths of his throat, accompanied by a sharp pain that felt as if his head was about to explode.
Those mottled memories of her past life that did not belong to her were still raging and colliding in her mind, like dead leaves in the wind, trying to devour her last bit of sanity.
The memorial tablet is a real existence.
Sir...actually...
No! She refused to believe this cruel and cold reality.
At this moment of despair and struggle——
"Miss! Miss, what's wrong with you?!"
An anxious and concerned voice broke the silence in the study. The sound of hurried footsteps came from far away, accompanied by a familiar and anxious female voice.
It’s Grain Rain!
Immediately afterwards, another slightly childish and panicked voice was heard.
"Sister He?!"
Shen He raised his blurred vision with difficulty.
At the door, Guyu was holding the door frame with a pale face, and next to her stood a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old.
The young man was wearing a green cloth shirt and had a handsome face. Some of Mr. Yan's shadow could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows and eyes, but now they were filled with worry and confusion.
It’s Yan Qingyi!
Mr. Yan and his little follower. No matter where Mr. Yan went, Yan Qingyi would be there. He was Mr. Yan’s youngest brother!
Guyu knew that now in Yunshan Academy, only Yan Qingyi could help Chen He. Guyu was afraid that Chen He could not withstand Yan Qingyu's brutality, so he hurried to find Yan Qingyi for help.
"Qingyi..."
Chen He seemed to have grabbed the last straw and struggled to get up, his voice hoarse.
"Qingyi! You're here! Great!"
She pounced forward using her hands and feet, grabbing Yan Qingyi's arm tightly with astonishing strength.
Yan Qingyi was startled by her and subconsciously wanted to step back, but when he saw her red eyes and tear marks on her face, he froze.
"Sister Ah He, you...what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
The boy's clear eyes were filled with panic and heartache.
"tell me!"
Chen He shook his arm and asked almost crazily, tears bursting out again.
"Tell me! This isn't true! Is it?!"
"That tablet is fake! That bastard Yan Qingyu was responsible! Right?!"
"Sir, he's fine! He just left temporarily for something! He will be back! Right?!"
She spoke incoherently, placing all her hopes on the young man in front of her.
He is the gentleman's younger brother and has always been by his side. He must know the truth!
Yan Qingyi looked at Chen He, who looked like a madman, and his face turned pale little by little.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was blocked by the madness and begging in Shen He's eyes.
Guyu, who was standing by, was also frightened. He wanted to step forward and pull Chen He away, but was afraid of upsetting her.
"Miss, please calm down and talk nicely, Miss!"
"Qingyi! Say something!" Chen He didn't listen to Guyu's words at all. She just stared at Yan Qingyi, "Tell me! Where is the master?! Is he hidden by Yan Qingyu?!"
Yan Qingyi's eyes were red. Seeing the once bright and cheerful Sister Ahe become like this, he felt extremely distressed.
He took a deep breath, his voice filled with unconcealable sobs and sadness.
"Sister Ah He..."
"Sir, he..."
He spoke with difficulty, each word seeming to take all his strength.
"Sir, he has really passed away."
“…”
All of Shen He's sounds and movements came to an abrupt halt.
She felt like she was struck by a thunderbolt. She stared at Yan Qingyi blankly and loosened her grip on his arm.
Passed away...
Passed away!!!
Yan Qingyi looked at her distraught expression and continued, unable to bear it, "Just a year ago, my master was seriously injured due to misjudging the enemy's situation. He fell ill upon returning."
"Since then, the academy has been taken over by my second brother Yan Qingyu. What happened to you?"
One year ago…
Yan Qingyu...
These two pieces of information were like two sharp ice spikes, piercing through Shen He's last psychological defense line.
Those chaotic fragments of memory emerged crazily again - the withered gentleman on the sickbed, Yan Qingyu's cold face, and the cold ground outside the imperial study!
It’s true!
Those memories that she didn't want to believe were actually true!
And what about the memories of her so-called "past life"?
"No……"
Chen He's pupils suddenly constricted, and the last trace of blood on his face faded away completely.
The world was spinning.
The boundless darkness engulfed her like a tide.
"Sister Ah He!"
"Miss--!"
Amidst the panicked cries of Yan Qingyi and Guyu, Chen He's eyes went dark, his body went limp, he completely lost consciousness, and fell straight back.
***
My head hurts...
Like it's about to split.
Chen He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and what came into view was the familiar tasseled tent ceiling, with a faint soothing fragrance lingering around his nose.
Is it her boudoir?
Isn’t she in Yunshan Academy?
Didn’t you see the gentleman’s...tablet?
“Boom——!”
Outside the window, a loud thunder exploded, instantly illuminating the dim room and making Shen He's heart jump.
The sky was terribly gloomy, as if it was about to collapse.
Chen He sat up in a daze and rubbed his swollen temples.
Everything that just happened, that tablet, Qingyi’s sad face.
Is it a dream?
Yes, she must have been too tired and missed her husband too much, so she had such a terrible nightmare!
How could the gentleman die?
He is obviously fine.
At this moment, muffled voices were faintly heard outside the door.
One was familiar, steady and anxious, it was her father's voice.
"Doctor, how is my daughter?"
Then, a slightly old voice sounded.
"General Shen, please rest assured. Your daughter is simply overwhelmed and unable to accept reality for the time being."
Shen He pricked up his ears and his heart suddenly tightened.
What does it mean to be overstimulated?
What does it mean to be unable to accept reality?
The doctor continued, "The young lady seems to have selectively forgotten everything that happened this year, especially Mr. Yan's death."
"It's a form of self-protection. The brain doesn't want to face the huge pain, so it does this."
"I've prescribed some soothing prescriptions. Remember, the most important thing right now is to rest and recuperate. You absolutely must not use this matter to irritate her again."
Forgot?
Mr. passed away?
One year?
Chen He only felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, as if he was hit hard by something.
No!
impossible!
The doctor is talking nonsense!
She suddenly threw off the quilt and was about to get out of bed barefoot.
“Squeak—”
As soon as she stepped on the cold ground, the door of the room was gently pushed open.
"Miss? Are you awake?!"
Guyu's surprised voice came with a strong nasal tone, obviously she had been crying.
Following closely, Shen's father and Yan Qingyi also walked in.
Seeing Yan Qingyi's face, which was still covered with tears but pretending to be calm, Shen He's heart ached again.
"Dad, Qingyi..."
Chen He held onto the edge of the bed to steady himself, his eyes fixed on his father, his voice trembling with excitement.
"What did the doctor outside say just now?"
Her eyes were sharp, with an unquestionable determination.
"What do you mean I choose to forget Mr.'s death this year?"
She asked word by word, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
"The gentleman is clearly not dead! How could he be dead?!"
"Sister Ah He..."
Yan Qingyi looked at her stubborn and painful eyes and could no longer hold back his tears. Tears fell once again and he choked and couldn't speak.
Guyu also turned her head away and wiped her tears quickly with her sleeves, feeling extremely heartbroken.
Father Shen looked at his daughter’s pale little face and the madness in her eyes, and his heart was broken.
He took a step forward and gently held Chen He's cold hand, his voice very soft but full of infinite comfort.
"He'er, calm down first and listen to Dad."
"You just fainted. Qingyi brought you back."
"The doctor said you were frightened and need to rest well and stop overthinking, okay?"
He avoided the main issue and tried to calm his daughter down.
"I'm not imagining things!"
Shen He suddenly shook off his father's hand, his emotions completely out of control.
"Dad! Tell me! What happened to Mr. Yan?! He can't be dead! He is Mr. Yan! How could he be dead?!"
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