Past Hints

"I think I know why I'm in this hospital now. I might have amnesia or something..."

The woman with gold-rimmed glasses sat by the window, her face full of worry.

"I can't remember anything about myself, my nickname, or even my name," she said, rubbing her head. "But my short-term Memory is still pretty clear. Isn't this forgetfulness or amnesia?"

Seeing that the other person seemed to care a lot, Jiang Lin quickly comforted them.

"Don't worry too much, as long as you take your medicine on time and follow the treatment diligently, you'll get better... This is a very good hospital."

As she spoke, the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses nodded, immediately becoming more optimistic.

"That's true, anyway, I'm already undergoing treatment!"

"And it's still better than those really serious cases; at least I'm still conscious."

As the woman spoke, her gaze swept over the boy sitting in the chair on the other side.

The boy was handsome and refined, but unfortunately his eyes were lifeless and his gaze was dull, making him look like a statue.

Who is he?

Jiang Lin was somewhat curious.

"The patient is in the room two rooms away from mine," the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses said confidently. "This person is mentally challenged, like he has dementia or something, like he's lost his soul."

"He doesn't respond when you talk to him; he can only perform some very basic actions, like walking or blinking."

Jiang Lin felt a pang of emotion upon hearing the description from the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"That sounds so pitiful..."

"Yes, and nobody knows his name," the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses scratched her head. "Unlike people like me who can't remember, he seems to genuinely have no name...and I know nothing more about him."

"In short, from my vague recollection, it seems some say it was caused by brain death... who knows?"

The more Jiang Lin listened, the more she felt a pang of pity and compassion in her heart.

"So young, what a pity."

"Did something happen to you?"

She couldn't help but step forward.

Upon closer inspection, the boy's appearance was not as handsome as it had been from afar; his features were rather ordinary.

But it also makes him seem more righteous.

"If he were still conscious, he would probably be a very righteous and brave person, right?"

"For no reason at all, "Jiang Lin thought to herself.

And just as she was staring at the boy...

The other person suddenly moved— their Right Hand, which had been resting on their knee, suddenly rose up.

This startled Jiang Lin.

Wow!

She instinctively stepped back, then realized that this guy wasn't really dead or in a vegetative state, so it wasn't strange for him to move.

And...

Jiang Lin looked at the other person's actions.

His Right Hand was outstretched, half-clenched into a fist, as if he intended to hand something to himself.

Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment.

But seeing his face, she felt he was trustworthy, so she reached out and touched the boy's hand.

Then...

Jiang Lin touched something small inside, something that looked like a vocabulary book.

"Huh?"

She pulled out the vocabulary book, glanced at it only once, and then hurriedly stuffed it into her sleeve to hide it.

Even with just a fleeting glance, Jiang Lin recognized him...

On the "cover" of that vocabulary book were my own doodles.

Although Jiang Lin doesn't remember drawing those sketches, or even owning this notebook...

But she was absolutely certain that it was done by him.

A painting done in a freehand style is actually more difficult to imitate than handwriting. The little habits in her brushstrokes are unknown to ordinary people, but she can recognize them at a glance.

Moreover, these were all recently drawn by myself.

But the more this happened, the more flustered and uneasy Jiang Lin became.

When did I get this notebook? When did I start drawing this picture?

Why is this thing in the hands of this boy on the second floor... and why did he give it to me at this time?

Doctor don't allow you to draw, and Zhigeng Robin well—which is why she immediately and subconsciously hid the notebook just now.

So...

Is this something he secretly draws to relieve his frustration and boredom?

So what does it mean to give it back to yourself now?

Just as Jiang Lin was about to try again to get some clues from the boy in front of her, or to communicate with him...

The boy who had just handed the vocabulary book to Jiang Lin suddenly stood up and walked straight into a hospital room.

He seemed oblivious to everyone around him, as if he wouldn't be disturbed by anyone or anything. After returning to his room, he decisively closed the door.

"Bang."

With the sound of the door closing, the boy's figure disappeared.

Jiang Lin looked at the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses, completely bewildered. "Is he like this all the time?"

The woman with the gold-rimmed glasses said curiously, "No... it doesn't seem like that."

"That's quite unusual—he's actually reacting to you! Did you say anything to him?"

Jiang Lin pursed her lips.

No, I didn't say anything.

She clutched the vocabulary book in her sleeve, just as she was about to find a quiet place to look at it, when the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses spoke again.

"Um... if you want to see what's in your sleeve, I can keep watch for you."

She leaned closer to Jiang Lin and whispered furtively.

Jiang Lin was somewhat surprised. "You... you saw it?"

"How could I not see you?" the woman said helplessly. "Of course I was looking at you subconsciously when you walked by... and you and him weren't far from me."

"Don't worry, I respect privacy—I only saw you pry something out of his hand, but I didn't see what it was!"

"If you don't want me to watch it, I won't watch it."

Jiang Lin looked at the woman with gold-rimmed glasses with great surprise.

"You're quite impressive..."

"It's nothing, but I don't think you need to be too nervous. This is Mental Hospital, not a school. It won't be a big deal if you fall in love here."

The woman with gold-rimmed glasses waved her hand.

Jiang Lin quickly denied it. "I just met him... This is probably the first time I've ever met him."

"I understand, love at first sight."

The woman with the gold-rimmed glasses said this with an air of seriousness.

Upon hearing the other party's "read but not replied" message, Jiang Lin couldn't help but facepalm.

"That's not the case at all..."

"In short, I really need your help to keep things under control."

As Jiang Lin spoke, the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses nodded.

"No problem, friend!"

Having received a response, Jiang Lin quietly crouched down beside the wall, using the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses as cover, and secretly took out the small notebook hidden in her sleeve.

Then, Jiang Lin turned to the first page.

A sentence appeared on the blank sheet of paper.

"You are not in reality, this is a Game!"