Wen Zhi suddenly sat up, "Meng Fan?"
Meng Fan, with a dubious expression, leaned in and asked, "How can you not recognize me after waking up?"
"I do recognize you." Wen Zhi lay back down, looking dejected, wrapped herself in the blanket, and spoke listlessly, "Why have you come?"
Meng Fan muttered, "I was worried about you. I rushed over early in the morning. At first, that woman Wen Yiwan tried to stop me from seeing you. I wasn't about to put up with that! I made a scene right there. Luckily, Uncle Mu was at home; he let me come up."
At this point, Meng Fan's tone became excited, "You should have seen Wen Yiwan's face, she looked so deflated."
Wen Zhi smiled, "I didn't see it, but I can imagine."
Meng Fan threw her head back in laughter, then pulled Wen Zhi up to ask, "Who's Zhisui?"
Wen Zhi's eyelids drooped, appearing to be in quite a solemn mood.
Meng Fan felt something was amiss, reached out, and lifted Wen Zhi's chin, "What's happened?"
