After you tortured me, Mr. Fu cried

Chapter 45 Redemption or Destruction
The time of Fu Wei's landing was just right. With an eight-hour time difference, it happened to be in the afternoon when he landed.

The golden sunset fell on the corridor of the nursing home. He held his mobile phone and walked along the corridor.

The key to finding this place was Liao Qing.

"I'm not giving you the address because of your power, but because someone has to tie the bell to untie it. If your presence doesn't help Miss Ji's condition, I will stop your contact..."

Liao Qing's tone on the other end of the phone rarely sounded very strong. She had already heard about Ji Wan's situation from her senior sister Xu Jia.

The healing has begun, and Ji Wan, who is blindfolded, cannot see Fu Wei. This is the most important reason why she is willing to make concessions.

"I know that I came here for her to atone for my sins..."

The last few words were almost inaudible, and Fu Wei stopped speaking and stopped.

He had found the person he was looking for.

At the corner of the corridor, there is a drawing board propped up. The woman's hands are covered with paint, and she is painting with her fingers.

Just like the group of children she teaches on weekdays.

The only difference is that what the children cannot see is their eyes, while what she is blind is her heart.

"Who's standing where?"

When the eyes can't see, the ears will become particularly keen. Ji Wan tilted his head slightly.

Her eyes were covered with gauze specially made by Xu Jia, which was filled with the fragrance of plants.

Fu Wei didn't speak. It would be wrong to speak at this time. He couldn't give him anything except stimulation.

"A new patient is not very familiar with the route of the sanatorium. Wanwan, please continue. I will take him to register."

Xu Jia gently put her hand on Fu Wei's shoulder and made a hissing gesture.

Her eyes fell on Fu Wei's leather shoes and she frowned. They were too noisy. This kind of noise was rare in a nursing home, so she could only use the new arrival as an excuse.

Fu Wei followed Xu Jia to her consulting room obediently, and Xu Jia looked at the man.

Men with a strong aura and confident eyebrows are often strong. Judging from Ji Wan's treatment process, this man is very possessive and controlling.

"Doctor Xu, can I register?"

Fu Wei took the initiative and followed Xu Jia's white lie...

There is an extra patient at Marigold Nursing Home, and he wears a technological collar around his neck.

It was a specially customized voice line deployment system, originally designed to assist people with damaged vocal cords to speak normally.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, Fu Wei was advantaged.

Ji Wan was sketching in the corridor with her drawing board as usual. Since she started receiving treatment again, her ceramics classes have been temporarily suspended.

She began to do blind drawings like the children. What the children drew were their understanding and expectations of the world.

Her paintings are a reflection of nightmares and disappointment in the world.

The sound of the door opening was followed by a strange male voice.

"Thank you doctor, I'll bother you in the future..."

As the footsteps approached, Ji Wan subconsciously pricked up his ears.

The footsteps stopped beside him.

"Am I blocking your way?"

Ji Wan stood up quickly and moved the drawing board with her palms.

In order not to hinder the normal movement of other people in the nursing home, whether it is the nurse leading the children to paint or Ji Yuan sketching alone.

The basically chosen time is lunch break when everyone is taking a nap or dusk when there are fewer people. "No, I'm a new patient. I live next door to you. My name is Lin Ji."

The sound came from behind Ji Wan. Fu Wei changed into light daily clothes, and his leather shoes became comfortable and silent slippers.

There are many special groups in nursing homes, such as children. For them with sensitive hearing, noise can cause direction problems.

"Lin Ji...nice to meet you."

Ji Wan muttered his name and finally remembered it.

She stretched out her hand and a gentle and natural smile appeared on her lips.

Judging from the voice, this Lin Ji should be an outgoing and cheerful person...

The next day, Fu Wei, whose pseudonym was Lin Ji, visited Ji Wan's ward, which confirmed Ji Wan's guess.

"Come in."

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Ji Wan answered. At this moment, she was standing by the window sill blowing the wind.

The chirping of birds outside the window was clear, and the warmth of the sunlight falling on my body seemed to dispel the uneasiness caused by the nightmare.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"

There was a trace of apology in the tone of the man who entered the door, and Ji Wan shook his head gently.

"What's up?"

"I know you have paints and painting materials here, can you lend me some?"

Fu Wei's eyes flashed with distress, and he walked slowly to Ji Yuan's side to stop.

From this angle, you can clearly see the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. As Xu Jia said, her sleep quality was very poor.

"The painting materials are in the corner beside the bed. You can take whatever you need..."

Ji Wan pointed in the direction of the bedside table, and Lin Ji's footsteps were very smooth, with almost no pause.

The patient should be able to see it, so she made no further movements.

"Is there something on my face?"

Noticing the gaze on her face, Ji Wan frowned, with doubt in her tone, and she reached out and touched her face.

"Do you often have nightmares? I see sweat on your face. Your painting techniques are meticulous, the colors are evenly spread, and there are almost no obvious traces of brush strokes. Have you studied related majors before?"

Fu Wei pulled out a clean piece of paper on the bedside and handed it over.

He asked politely about the unpleasant dream, and the more topics he brought up were the design areas that Ji Wan was best at.

He is two years older than Ji Wan, in the same college, but in a different major. Even if he is not proficient in the design field, he can still talk a few words.

"It's not a professional, it's just a matter of analogy. If Lin Ji asks this, he must be a master, right? Then I have to ask for advice humbly..."

As expected, Ji Wan spoke more because of the similar interests. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and then started chatting with Fu Wei.

Over the years that Fu Wei has been in charge of Jiangcheng, he has received mountains of valuable gifts during the holidays, including countless paintings and calligraphy by famous artists.

From painting styles to modern aesthetics, almost everything Ji Wan talked about he could answer fluently immediately.

Xu Jia originally planned to check the ward and ask for daily registration, but when she saw two people getting along harmoniously through the crack in the door, she paused when she opened the door.

Fu Wei stared at Ji Wan with eyes that were so gentle that they could be drawn. The latter obviously didn't notice because he was blindfolded, and only treated him as a like-minded friend.

Xu Jia sighed quietly. She didn't know whether her decision to agree to Fu Wei's pseudonym was correct.

Is what comes with this man salvation, or deeper destruction...

(End of this chapter)