Wei Yumeng walked forward non-stop, encountering many people pointing and whispering along the way.
"Look at her clothes, they're from a mental hospital. She must have escaped."
"We should stay away from her, we don't want to get entangled."
Wei Yumeng bit her lower lip. Even though she had left the mental hospital, why couldn't she escape being treated like a lunatic?
She walked until she could go no further, so she turned into a small alley. No one was there, so she wouldn't have to hear their pointed remarks anymore.
Finally, in this dark alley, Wei Yumeng's long-suppressed sadness burst out instantly.
She squatted in a corner and couldn't help but cry. Although she didn't want to show such emotions in public, she could no longer control herself.
Her tears mixed with the rain, finally falling to the ground.
She didn't know how long she cried until she heard footsteps approaching her.
She looked up slightly and saw a few ruffians walking towards her.
"Didn't expect to find a woman here."
"Boss, this woman is wearing a hospital gown."
"Who cares, as long as she's good-looking, I'm fine with it."
Wei Yumeng didn't expect that after suffering so much, she would encounter such a situation.
"Don't be afraid, I'll teach you something more comfortable later."
The man's voice was as unpleasant as sandpaper, and his lewd tone made her feel disgusted.
Wei Yumeng stood up, wanting to run, but she had cried so much that she was completely weak.
What should she do now? If she pretended to be crazy, would they let her go?
But she was never truly mad, so how could she pretend to be crazy?
The man walked towards Wei Yumeng step by step: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Just as the man reached out to Wei Yumeng, he suddenly pulled his hand back as if he had seen something terrifying in Wei Yumeng's direction.
"Bad luck, she's a lunatic. Come on, guys, let's go."
Wei Yumeng saw the disgusted look in the ruffians' eyes. She hadn't expected her identity as a mentally ill person to help her escape this ordeal, which was hardly something to be thankful for.
She looked at the sky; the rain was gradually subsiding and would likely stop soon.
She took another step forward, ready to continue walking. Although she didn't know where she was going, she couldn't stay in this place forever.
But just then, that annoying voice spoke again.
"Where are you going? Home? Or to the hospital? There's no place for you in this world anymore."
Wei Yumeng suddenly looked up, looking around in panic. Of course, there was no one there. The voice seemed to enter her mind directly, allowing her to hear it.
She covered her left side of her face with one hand. She had thought that escaping the mental hospital would mean escaping everything, but it seemed useless. The voice was like a shadow, following her.
"Wei Yumeng, do you truly love Zhan Mohan?"
The sudden question provoked Wei Yumeng's objection: "Of course, I love him sincerely."
"No, you don't. Didn't you hear what those reporters said just now?"
This reminded Wei Yumeng that someone had indeed mentioned Zhan Mohan.
"Poor Mr. Zhan, to be with a lunatic."
"No, I'm not sick!" Wei Yumeng retorted immediately.
"If you're not sick, then how can you hear my voice? And why can't others hear it? There's only one answer: I'm just your hallucination, and everything in the past was a hallucination."
Wei Yumeng bit her lip. She knew she couldn't explain why only she could hear this devilish voice. But even so, she was unwilling to admit that she was mentally ill.
"No, I'm not!"
"Are you really sure?"
Wei Yumeng froze. Was she really sure? Was she sick or not?
She couldn't explain some things, and usually, mentally ill people don't realize they are sick.
"I..."
Wei Yumeng hesitated. She didn't know who to believe or who she could believe anymore.
"You have become a burden to Zhan Mohan. Your presence has become a lifelong joke for him. Think about what those reporters will do once they know everything and make it public?"
Wei Yumeng bit her lip tightly. Of course, she knew. How could she be willing to be a burden to Zhan Mohan? But things had reached this point, and it wasn't what she had wanted.
She had no way to face all this. How could she prevent herself from becoming a burden to Zhan Mohan?
"You know the solution. Haven't you done it before?"
After saying these words, the voice disappeared.
Wei Yumeng remained stunned in place. Did she have no other choice but to do that to change everything now?
She stood there in the rain, quietly contemplating.
A gust of wind blew, and a leaf fell. Wei Yumeng reached out to catch it, but the wind blew again, carrying the leaf away.
Because it had rained, the air was still filled with the dampness of the post-rain atmosphere, making one shiver involuntarily.
Zhan Mohan searched for a whole day, unable to focus on his remaining work, his mind consumed by Wei Yumeng.
He couldn't understand why he couldn't find any trace of Wei Yumeng after searching the entire vicinity.
As he sulked, a leaf flew past. Zhan Mohan caught it in his palm, as if to say that if he found Wei Yumeng, he would never lose her again.
"Mr. Zhan, I've arranged for more people to search all the places Mrs. might have gone."
At this moment, Zhan Mohan exuded an aura that warned people to stay away. A passing child was so scared that he started crying.
Fang Xun hesitated but still suggested, "Mr. Zhan, it's getting late. Why don't you go back and rest? We'll handle things here."
"How can you expect me to rest?" Zhan Mohan suppressed his anger. "The weather is so cold outside, and she's only wearing a hospital gown. What if..."
Zhan Mohan took a deep, frustrated breath, unable to finish his sentence.
But at that moment, Mu Linjing walked over. "I just received a call. We've found out who leaked the news to the media. Do you want to go ask?"
Zhan Mohan frowned, and finally turned to Fang Xun, saying, "Keep searching."
Fang Xun nodded, and only then did Zhan Mohan get into his car and leave alone.
Mu Linjing watched Zhan Mohan drive away, then let out a sigh of relief. She looked at Zhan Mohan with great concern. After all, they were family.
If the results hadn't come at this exact moment, Zhan Mohan would have continued searching for Wei Yumeng relentlessly.
But wasn't she worried herself?