The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 94: Old Problems, Old Problems
In the quiet side room, Lin Mowan leaned on the soft couch, her splitting headache made her look pale, but she seemed to suddenly realize something. She forced herself to open her eyes slowly, and when she turned around, she saw a familiar figure standing in the hall, looking at her helplessly.

It turned out to be Song Anrong.

Seeing her like this, Song Anrong seemed a little at a loss. She looked back and forth between her and the door with a vigilant and slightly worried look before she asked her, "Are you okay? What happened to you?"

Lin Mowan looked at her, trying hard to hold back the anger in her head that seemed to be about to explode, and followed her somewhat vigilant gaze to glance outside the house. However, from her angle, she could not see anything because of the walls and pillars.

But even though her mind was not clear, she could still vaguely sense something was wrong from Song Anrong's hesitant and vigilant eyes. She swallowed and whispered, "Close the door."

Song Anrong was still a little hesitant when she heard this, but after hesitating for a moment, she still did as she was told. Lin Mowan was a little surprised, as she thought she would leave, but when she saw her come back, she hurriedly picked up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

Lin Mowan looked at the cup she handed over and that harmless face. After all, Lin Mowan pushed her hand away with some hesitation. She was not annoyed, but just curled her lips and put the cup aside awkwardly.

Then she moved closer to Lin Mowan as if to observe her, and looked at her carefully. After she seemed to be sure that Lin Mowan had no ability to resist for the time being, she smiled triumphantly, stood up abruptly, and distanced herself from Lin Mowan.

Lin Mowan was a little confused, and just looked at her steadily with a pale face. Song Anrong stood in front of the couch, clasped her arms, raised her head slightly, and seemed to be looking at her with her nose up.

Lin Mowan really didn't understand what this young lady was up to. Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Song Anrong say, "You, you can't like Second Brother Shen. He already has someone he likes. You, you stay away from him. Do you hear me?"

Listening to her slightly childish and playful voice, and trying hard to frown and put on a stern face to make herself look more fierce, Lin Mowan felt helpless. Her headache made her not want to talk, so she just looked at Song Anrong with numb eyes, but suddenly she felt a fishy sweetness rising in her throat.

The strong feeling of discomfort made Lin Mowan start coughing. Seeing that her coughing was getting more and more uncontrollable, Song Anrong suddenly panicked. She stepped back suddenly, her eyes full of fear. She was really scared.

It was not until Lin Mowan coughed up a large amount of blood due to her violent coughing that Song Anrong turned pale, screamed, covered her mouth in shock, and leaned her lower back against the table before she could barely stop.

Her voice trembled: "What's wrong with you?"

It took her a long while to react. Lin Mowan closed her eyes, her ears buzzed, and the sounds around her gradually disappeared. She could not hear Song Anrong's voice and could only breathe weakly.

At this time, Yuzhi hurriedly brought in hot water, and the door was suddenly pushed open. Song Anrong, who was already frightened, was even more frightened. She screamed, covered her ears, and stepped aside, already crying.

Yuzhi was holding the hot water and had no time to worry about Song Anrong. She quickly put the water aside, rushed forward to help Lin Mowan up and let her lean on the bed.

"Girl, girl?" she called softly. Although this was already her normal state, she didn't know why it would occur every once in a while. When it wasn't serious, she would just have a headache, but when it was serious, she would vomit blood.

After a long while, Lin Mowan finally reacted. She slowly opened her eyes, the piercing tinnitus gradually disappeared, and the fishy-sweet taste in her mouth was a little nauseating.

She shook her head, trying to express that she was fine. Yuzhi poured him a glass of water to rinse her mouth, and then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she look up at Song Anrong who was already crying in the corner: "Miss Song? Why are you here?"

Perhaps seeing her frown, Song Anrong, who was unaware of the situation, was afraid that she would blame herself for what happened to Lin Mowan, so she quickly waved her hands and said, "It's none of my business, it's really none of my business. I followed you because I saw Jiang Ruixue following you. She was like this when I came in. I really didn't do anything." Seeing her like this, the two looked at each other in shock. Jiang Ruixue followed them? In that case, if it wasn't Song Anrong who came in, then the person who just came in might be Jiang Ruixue.

Seeing that the two were silent, Song Anrong was unsure, but fortunately she made up her mind, turned around and ran away. Yuzhi instinctively wanted to chase her, but was stopped by Lin Mowan: "Forget it, let her go."

Hearing this, Yuzhi sat back on the bed awkwardly. Looking at Lin Mowan, whose face was still pale, she was a little worried: "Miss, I'd better go get a doctor."

Lin Mowan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, calmly took the handkerchief beside her and wiped it off, then shook her head: "No need, it's all old problems, I can just take a rest."

Looking at her pale face, Yuzhi felt very uncomfortable, but having followed Lin Mowan for so many years, she knew Lin Mowan's temper very well. She would never regret her decision no matter what.

As she thought about it, she sighed helplessly, stood up and walked to the hot water at the side, wet a handkerchief with the hot water and used it to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

In fact, it’s not that Lin Mowan is stubborn, but she had consulted a doctor three years ago. The doctor said that the reason she couldn’t remember the past was because she had suffered a severe brain injury, and a large amount of blood clots had accumulated in her brain and body.

However, it is impossible to clear all the blood clots at once, especially those in the brain, which directly pressed on her head and caused her to forget some things.

This kind of thing cannot be rushed, you can only try slowly. Who knows, when she sees certain people or experiences certain things, she will suddenly remember something, just like today.

So whenever a person, thing or event that may be related to her appears, she will naturally be stimulated by some external factors and have a physical reaction.

She didn't tell Yuzhi about these, but when she asked, she just said, "They are all old problems, there is no need to see a doctor."

But Lin Mowan actually had many doubts in her heart about what she saw Gongshu Beicheng today. She didn't understand how someone like herself could be related to Gongshu Beicheng?

But then, a bold idea popped into her mind. She remembered the sachet she had just seen and the sachet in her memory, and they seemed to be exactly the same.

Could he be the one who saved her when she was a child?

Of course, this was just Lin Mo's guess. She would never be 100% sure that an item was this person. After all, many years had passed, and this kind of thing could really be imitated. It was difficult for her to make a conclusion for a while.

As she thought about it, the pain in her head, which had originally eased, began to hurt even more. She couldn't help but hold her head and groan in pain.

It was not the first time that she had experienced the feeling that her head was about to explode, but every time she experienced it she would rather die than live.

Yuzhi had no other choice but to sit there and worry. The most she could do was to go up and rub her area to try to relieve the pain.

After a long time, I don’t know if the person on the bed fainted from the pain or fell asleep from being too tired, the breathing of the person on the bed gradually became steady, but Yuzhi didn’t dare to stop the massage.