In the hospital, Jian Xi's relatives gathered around his bed because the doctor said his anesthesia was wearing off and he would wake up soon.

I disguised myself as a nurse and stood in the corner, quietly observing everything.

Criminal suspects often like to return to the scene of the crime, just like an artist admiring a piece of work they are somewhat satisfied with.

Five minutes later, Jian Xi finally woke up. The people in the room couldn't control their emotions, and several female relatives even cried out loud.

Only Jian Xi's father remained calm, although his voice was somewhat choked up.

"Xi Xi, how are you feeling? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Jian Xi looked at them blankly, his eyes empty like a blank sheet of paper.

He asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

The air in the ward instantly froze. Their gazes towards Jian Xi were filled with shock, doubt, and pity.

I gave him a drug called "Yi Yin" that can make people lose their recent memories, but the side effect is that it might make them forget other things as well.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my son?"

The doctor held Jian Xi's medical records and said, "The patient has probably experienced a major psychological setback and has now lost some of his memories."

Jian Xi's father became furious. He immediately put pressure on the people at the police station and was determined to find the kidnappers.

Everyone's expressions were grim as they played their own little schemes in their hearts.

After all, Jian Xi was the sole heir of the Wen family, and there were too many people who wanted him to disappear.

To ensure his rest, the doctor asked everyone to leave and allowed only half an hour of visiting time each day.

I took the opportunity when the night shift nurses changed and quietly slipped into his ward.

To my surprise, he woke up the moment I closed the door. He propped himself up with his hands and looked at me warily.

"Don't be nervous."

I smiled slightly and calmly sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"Who are you?"

I rested my chin on my hand and pretended to be sad, saying, "I can't believe you've forgotten me. I'm your girlfriend."

He hesitated and asked, "Do I have a girlfriend?"

I sneered inwardly but maintained an appearance of being heartbroken. "My heart was broken during the time you were missing, and now you don't remember me."

He lowered his gaze and said softly, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

I stood up, walked over to him with a playful smile, and leaned in close. "Give me a kiss, and I'll forgive you."

He slightly opened his mouth, looking somewhat surprised.

I huffed as if in a temper and said, "Forget it, I knew you didn't like me."

Just as I pretended to be angry and about to leave, he grabbed my arm. I lowered my head, and his lips gently brushed against my cheek, a fleeting warmth.

I pretended to shyly cover my face and said, "Jian Xi, I like you the most."

In the dim light, Jian Xi's cheeks quickly turned red.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "What's your name?"

I cupped his cheek, tracing the contours of his facial features with my fingers, and said softly, "Jian Xi, you have to remember me. My name is Qin Xing."

He repeated, "Qin Xing."

He said, "Such a familiar name."