South City, mental hospital.
Jiang Jing stood at the hospital entrance, distinctly aware of how different it was from other hospitals. This was his first time visiting such a place.
Jiang Fang.
Jiang Jing tried hard to recall her name, her appearance, but found no impression in his mind.
If he hadn't had someone investigate, Jiang Jing could hardly imagine that someone would go insane because of him.
Jiang Jing didn't know which ward Jiang Fang was in, so he could only inquire at the front desk.
"I'm a classmate of Jiang Fang. I just found out she's here, but I forgot to ask for the specific room number, so may I trouble you?" Jiang Jing politely inquired, feeling guilty even as he referred to himself as Jiang Fang's classmate.
If it weren't for him, Jiang Fang's life should be as splendid as a flower, instead of being here in a mental hospital.
"Room 304 in that building across from us," the receptionist replied.
"Thank you."
