South City, mental hospital.
Jiang Jing stood at the entrance of the hospital, clearly feeling how different it was from other hospitals. This was the first time in his life he'd ever come to a place like this.
Jian Fang.
Jiang Jing tried hard to recall her name, her face, but found that he had no impression of her at all in his mind.
If he hadn't had someone investigate, Jiang Jing probably couldn't have imagined someone went insane because of him.
Jiang Jing didn't know which ward Jian Fang was staying in, so he could only ask at the front desk.
"I'm Jian Fang's classmate. I just found out she's here—I didn't remember to ask for her exact room number, so sorry for the trouble." Jiang Jing asked politely, but even as he said he was Jian Fang's classmate, he felt hollow inside.
If not for him, Jian Fang's life should have been bursting with color now, like a flower in bloom, not stuck here in a mental hospital.
