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Although Ruan Xiaoshuang did not participate in the fight that day, she was still scratched on the arm by the frenzied audience. After searching Mo Wen's home, it was nearly dawn when she headed directly to Fang Zigui's clinic.
Sitting in a chair, Ruan Xiaoshuang allowed Fang Zigui to bandage her arm.
"Does it still hurt?" Fang Zigui asked carefully as he applied a layer of ointment.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Ruan Xiaoshuang replied, lowering her head to watch Fang Zigui's bony hands. "Thanks to Mr. Fang's healing ointment."
Fang Zigui smiled and shook his head. He finished wrapping Ruan Xiaoshuang's wound but did not immediately let go of her hand.
"Xiaoshuang, I..." Fang Zigui cleared his throat, his voice trembling slightly. "I've always wanted to tell you..."
He looked up, and the sunlight streamed in at an angle through the window, casting a warm glow on Ruan Xiaoshuang's face.
"I like you," Fang Zigui finally blurted out in one breath. "Not in the way a doctor likes a patient, but... in the way a man likes a woman he admires... I..."
The clinic fell silent; Xiao Gu had quietly slipped away long ago. Ruan Xiaoshuang looked down at her wound, her cheeks flushed.
After a moment, she turned to Fang Zigui, her eyes sparkling as she clearly said, "I like you too, Mr. Fang."
Fang Zigui let out a sigh of relief and held Ruan Xiaoshuang's hand. "Once your injury heals, let's go to the outskirts of the city to enjoy the spring scenery."
"Sure!" Ruan Xiaoshuang exclaimed joyfully, completely forgetting about the injury on her arm.
Half a month after the case was closed, Shen Tong stood in her small courtyard. She had been busy these past few days tending to the herb garden.
Since that concert, she had been preoccupied with thoughts of Mo Wen’s last words before he was taken away.
"Rocca... Rocca..."
The word stirred fragmented memories from her childhood but remained hazy.
In the evening, Lin Mingchang arrived with a food box containing two bowls of steaming Yangchun Noodles and several exquisite snacks.
"This is Yangchun Noodles from Chongde Building; it's the most authentic," Lin Mingchang said as he handed Shen Tong a pair of chopsticks.
The two ate quietly, with only the faint sound of slurping noodles filling the room. Lin Mingchang occasionally glanced at Shen Tong, as if wanting to say something but hesitating.
After finishing their meal, Lin Mingchang stood up to leave and paused at the gate.
"Shen Tong," he turned around, "I want to say..."
Shen Tong seemed to sense something and instinctively took a step back.
"The case is over, but I can't shake the feeling that something else will happen." Lin Mingchang slowly approached, "No matter what happens, I want to be by your side, not just as a friend..."
Shen Tong suddenly interrupted him, "It's getting late! Your shoulder injury hasn't healed properly yet; you should go home and rest!"
Lin Mingchang's expression froze for a moment as he understood that Shen Tong was deliberately avoiding the topic.
After seeing Lin Mingchang off, Shen Tong leaned against the door and let out a long sigh. She raised her hand to touch her right eye, which was a lifeless shade of gray, like an endless abyss.
"Who would love a monster? A monster destined to be alone..."
Lin Mingchang could actually understand why Shen Tong rejected him, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed. He returned to the police station, intending to organize the various clues related to the Gui Xu Society. Just as he sat down, he was informed of an emergency situation—an important political figure who had attended Mo Wen's concert had just jumped to his death from his home.
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