The time of the city

Chapter 168 Ring

Nan Feng finally woke up near dusk. He slowly sat up in bed, his gaze shifting to his hands and feet, where scabs had formed. His brow furrowed, his mind blank, as if all his previous memories had been drained from him. He couldn't remember a single thing. He couldn't even recall how he'd been injured.

There was a sudden pain in his temple, as if someone was stabbing him with a needle. He raised his hand and pounded it a few times. When he looked up, he saw Qiao Zhengrong pushing the door open with the help of a cane.

"Grandpa," Nan Feng called out, his voice a bit hoarse from just waking up. Seeing that the person on the bed showed no resistance, Qiao Zhengrong was secretly delighted, thinking that the hypnosis and Lin Yuan's medicine were indeed effective. His face remained expressionless, full of concern: "Do you have a headache, Ah Feng?"

"Grandpa, what's wrong with me? I feel like I've slept for a long time. I can't remember a lot of things. My head hurts badly when I think about them. I only remember you." Nan Feng kept tapping his head while speaking.

"Afeng, my dear child, you only remember grandpa, that's because I am your closest relative. You were injured because your enemies took action. They were jealous of you and kidnapped you because of your outstanding abilities. Fortunately, grandpa rescued you in time." Qiao Zhengrong said, lowering his head with a sad expression, and paused before saying, "Now in City A, the other three major families are all ambitious and want to dominate alone. Ni Jiamu of the Ni family is even more cunning." After that, he took out a photo of Ni Jiamu and handed it to Nan Feng.

Nan Feng took it and his eyes lingered on the face of the person in the photo. He inexplicably felt that he seemed familiar. When he tried to recall it carefully, his head started to hurt again.

"No one in the Ni family is a good person, Afeng, you must not trust them. Grandpa is the one who truly treats you well." Qiao Zhengrong warned earnestly.

Nan Feng clutched the photo tightly, as if to engrave Ni Jiamu's appearance in his mind: "Grandpa, I won't trust anyone. I will be careful in the future and won't let you worry."

"Headache is a sequelae of injury. Take these pills on time every day to relieve it." Qiao Zhengrong handed over two pills, and Nan Feng took them and swallowed them.

Seeing that Nan Feng had no doubts at all, Qiao Zhengrong felt relieved. More than 20 years ago, he was able to replace the Mo family and become one of the four major families. Today, he can also dominate with the help of Nan Feng's family.

"You don't have to go to the company for the next few days. Take care of yourself. Wu Kang will come and help you sort out your lost memories. And remember to take your medicine every day."

Seeing Nan Feng agreed, Qiao Zhengrong left with satisfaction on his crutches.

After just one day of clear weather, City A was once again enveloped in dark clouds. Fine raindrops fell like sorrow, and the entire city was shrouded in mist and rain.

Just as Wang Ma placed the steaming hot breakfast on the plates, she turned around and saw Mo Yu standing behind her. She was so surprised that she almost screamed, but in the next moment, she was delighted.

Mo Yu had been locking herself in her room these days, never stepping out of the room or going downstairs, so when Wang Ma saw Mo Yu appear in the living room, she thought she had mistaken her eyesight.

Ever since the accident, Mo Yu has been extremely depressed. She hardly ate or drank in the first few days, and when she started to eat, it was only a few bites.

In just a few days, Mo Yu in front of him had become so thin that she seemed like she could be blown down by a gust of wind. Her once rosy cheeks had become thin and sunken, her chin had become increasingly pointed, her complexion had the paleness of a long-term illness, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, slightly messy, which made her look even more pitiful.

"Xiaoyu, Aunt Wang won't serve it to you. Just eat in the restaurant." Aunt Wang said hurriedly.

Mo Yu raised her eyes, her expression indifferent. She only said "hmm" lightly, then slowly lowered her head, holding the bowl of porridge with both hands and drinking slowly. Wang Ma looked at her with heartache and quickly handed her a bun, her face full of earnestness:

"I know you like eating buns, so Aunt Wang made them specially for you. You two siblings, stop arguing all the time, and if you have to argue, don't go out in the rain. Jiamu has a cold too, and I asked him to rest more, but he said he was busy at the company. He hasn't recovered yet, so Xiaoyu, please pay more attention to him."

Wang Ma had no idea what had happened, but she assumed they'd had a fight. After Mo Yu's accident, she'd been called in by Ni Jiamu to take care of her. After Mo Yu was discharged, she'd returned to the old house, only to be called back by Ni Jiamu not long after. She was completely bewildered.

Mo Yu didn't take the steamed bun offered by Wang Ma, and only took a few sips of the porridge in her hand. After dinner, she went upstairs to change clothes. She was going to the maple forest. She still remembered that Xiao Hecheng asked her to go to the maple forest to dig up the things he had buried.

The rain continued to fall heavily. Mo Yu hailed a taxi on the side of the road. The warmth inside the car warmed her chilled body. A layer of white mist from her breath condensed on the glass window. Through the window, the world outside was blurry, just like the chaotic state of her mind.

Arriving at the destination, Mo Yu opened a transparent umbrella and stepped onto the puddle-filled path. She walked slowly, the scraping of her shoes barely audible above the patter of rain. She gazed at the entrance to the maple forest not far away, even imagining that if she looked up, she would see that gentle, beautiful young man again, with his smiling face.

But the reality made her know clearly that Xiao Hecheng would not show up. The cold wind and raindrops blew in her face. Mo Yu tightened the umbrella handle in her hand and walked towards the wishing tree step by step.

The wishing tree was still as lush and flourishing as before, but the golden autumn leaves that once graced its branches had turned to a glossy emerald green. Time slipped by, and the boy was no longer by my side.

Mo Yu looked up. The wind blew, and the numerous wishing bottles swayed in the wind, colliding with each other and making crisp sounds. She thought perhaps the wishing bottles had been replaced again, as time never stopped.

She squatted down and began digging under the tree. After a while, a small iron box appeared before her, its body already rusted. Mo Yu pursed her lips and slowly opened the box. Inside was an exquisite ring box. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she opened the ring box, revealing a gleaming diamond ring.

She discovered his love, but it seemed to have expired.