Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Until just now, Shen Jin only wanted to let these things slide, treating them as if they were just one of countless occurrences.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes were moist.

"But Yao Yao, I've never lied to your heart, nor have I ever lied about my feelings for you." Shen Jin's hand slowly moved upwards, cupping the back of her head and forcing her to tilt her head back slightly. "I let you touch my face, let you feel my contours, I want you to remember my appearance, not Gu Yuanshao's. Yao Yao, close your eyes, who do you think of?"

Lin Zhiyao's breathing suddenly became erratic.

She was indeed thinking of him.

Shen Jin's high, straight nose, warm lips, broad shoulders, burning palms, and...

Lin Zhiyao remembered all of this, every single detail, his entirety, his everything, with her hands and her body temperature.

What's imprinted in my mind belongs to the man in front of me, belongs to Shen Jin.

Last night, when she was lying in his arms, she could feel every inch of his skin, every breath, and every heartbeat.

They all belong to Shen Jin.

But Lin Zhiyao was unwilling to be convinced by him so easily; she instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Then why didn't you tell me from the beginning?" Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, trying to avoid his hot breath on her cheek. "Why did you lie to me first, and then tell me all this after I found out myself?"

Shen Jin remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he released his hand, which had been firmly wrapped around her waist.

Lin Zhiyao thought Shen Jin had finally given up and was about to let her go, but the next second, she was lifted into the air.

Shen Jin picked her up horizontally.

"What are you doing! Put me down!"

Lin Zhiyao cried out in surprise as her white cane fell from her hand and hit the floor with a crisp sound. She frantically tried to retrieve it, but could no longer reach it.

That was her only sense of security.

"You, you made me pick up my cane..." Lin Zhiyao struggled desperately, pushing and hitting his chest with both hands, but Shen Jin's arms were as immovable as if they were made of iron.

"I'll take you to see it."

Shen Jin's voice descended from above, its calmness almost frightening, "Wait until you see my past, see the whole picture, before you decide whether you want to hate me."

Lin Zhiyao was carried by Shen Jin through the corridor. She could feel him turning one corner after another, and the ground under her feet changed from tiles to wooden planks, and then from wooden planks to some rougher texture.

The smell of herbs in the air grew stronger, mixed with the scent of dust and the musty smell of paper left out for a long time.

Finally, Shen Jin stopped.

Lin Zhiyao heard a soft sound as the door lock was turned, followed by the opening of a door. A cool breeze rushed out, carrying a strong scent of herbs and old paper rolls.

Shen Jin put her down, his arm still supporting her waist, afraid she would lose her balance.

"here it is……"

Lin Zhiyao reached out her hand, her fingertips touching rows of rough wooden shelves.

The items were neatly stacked on top, some in square boxes and others in rolled-up cylinders.

Lin Zhiyao ran her fingertip along the edge of the nearest wooden grid, which was engraved with tiny Braille markings.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"This is the pharmacy my mother left behind," Shen Jin's voice came from behind her, much softer than before. "She was also blind, but she became blind later in life."

Lin Zhiyao's hand paused.

"She used to be the Gu family's family doctor. Old Master Gu, who is my nominal grandfather, brought her out of the mountains, provided her with shelter and medicinal herbs, and let her study pharmacology. Later, she gave birth to me, but the Gu family refused to acknowledge her. Later still, she died, and the Gu family sent me away and brought back a child from a distant branch of the family, who is now Gu Yuanshao."

Shen Jin's voice was calm, as if he were stating something unrelated to himself, but Lin Zhiyao could hear something hidden deep in his words, like charcoal embers covered in ashes. On the surface, they appeared quiet and withered, but underneath they were still burning. As long as he was given a wisp of wind or a little flammable material, the flames would roar and break through the sky.

"So you didn't become a doctor to get revenge on the Gu family?"

Lin Zhiyao asked softly.

"At first it was." The implication, logically speaking, is that it wasn't later.

As Shen Jin spoke, he stared at Lin Zhiyao's expression. Seeing her relax, a smile appeared on his lips.

But what was on his mind was the unspoken words.

It was true at the beginning, it is true now, and it will be unnecessary in the future.

But he knew that Yao Yao was a woman who was easily moved to pity; otherwise, she wouldn't have listened to him so much, nor would she have comforted herself after being mocked by those damned servants, telling herself that they were only instigated by Gu Yuanshao, and thus forgave them in her heart.

Kind and pitiful Yao Yao seems unaware that all the maids have disappeared.

He has already dealt with them all, but on the surface, he will only say that these maids have all gone back to their hometowns.

Of course, these maids deserved to die; their existence was just a waste of air.

The room was not brightly lit.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes, hidden in the shadows, appeared even more sinister.

But his tone didn't reveal it at all.

He continued his performance.

He knew what Yao Yao wanted to hear and what she liked to hear.

"The Gu family abandoned my mother to fend for herself. I truly hate them... I wish I could kill them with my own hands."

That's true.

His biggest regret now is that he was unable to kill Old Master Gu with his own hands.