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“Serene, what’s wrong? Have you been abandoned? After our divorce, are you feeling lonely? You managed to create a scandal, but unexpectedly, you’ve outdone yourself with Shen Qingyou. I must say, I’m impressed!”
The cold wind of late December couldn’t compare to the icy smirk on Yuan Mufang's lips at that moment. His pride and mockery were nothing but a grotesque form of self-entertainment in the eyes of Shen Qingyou.
Raising her chin high, Shen Qingyou resembled a defiant warrior, a cold smile gracing her lips as her sharp gaze fell upon Yuan Mufang's seemingly triumphant face: “Yuan Mufang, I’m tired just looking down on you!”
With that, she grabbed her suitcase and proudly turned away, leaving.
“Shen Qingyou, stop pretending to be so proud. Aren’t you the one who’s been abandoned? Those rich boys are just playing with you. With your reputation, do you really think you can climb the social ladder? If not, why not come back to me? Perhaps out of past affection, I could let you be my mistress. As long as you serve me well, I’ll provide for your food and lodging and even give you some pocket money!”
Seeing Shen Qingyou suddenly stop a few meters away, Yuan Mufang’s lips curled into a contemptuous smile. This woman was clearly at the end of her rope.
Turning around, Shen Qingyou smiled brightly, but her eyes were filled with darkness. She lifted her leg and raised her hand, and then a tragic scene unfolded: Yuan Mufang was kicked into the air three meters high. In mid-air, he traced a perfect parabola before landing right in an open manhole marked with a large sign that read “Under Maintenance, please detour!”
Looking at the dark hole, Shen Qingyou brushed off the dust from her clothes. Her gloomy mood seemed to lift considerably!
That scoundrel! Next time I see you, I’ll hit you every time…
Pulling her suitcase along, Shen Qingyou arrived at the entrance of a hotel. Noticing the special discount for rooms advertised above, she stopped her ghostly wandering and walked inside to book a room.
After dropping off her luggage, the first thing Shen Qingyou did was head to the bathroom and fill the bathtub with hot water. She undressed and looked at her curvaceous figure in the mirror. Under the light, faint kiss marks still lingered on her skin. Sadness washed over her once again as she submerged herself in the water, her long black hair floating like seaweed on the surface as she embraced a seductive posture.
Why can’t fish see their tears?
Because they are in water…
Uncertain how long she had soaked, when Shen Qingyou finally opened her eyes again, the water in the bathtub had turned cold. Shivering slightly, she stepped out naked, leaving behind deep and shallow footprints on the carpet. Curling up under the blanket in that quiet and prolonged night, she began to reminisce about Qing Cang, longing for his embrace, his kisses, and even his scent.
There is a kind of feeling, just like Poppy, knowing full well that it shouldn't be, yet still becoming addicted, still hopelessly entangled, even giving rise to an extremely unbearable thought in her heart: if she pretended that this incident never happened, could she still continue to stay by Qing Cang's side?
Once this thought crossed her mind, it began to grow rapidly in her heart like a tumor. However, retreating to the edge of ethics and morality, she hesitated. How could it be? He is her half-brother...
At this moment, Qing Cang was driving through Jiangcheng, frantically searching for Shen Qingyou's whereabouts. No, no, he had searched everywhere she might go. In the vast sea of people, he felt like he was searching for a needle in a haystack. A strong sense of fear loomed over his heart. Could it be that she had once again withdrawn into her shell like a snail, avoiding him?
"Uncle Lu, help me find someone!"
After searching all over Jiangcheng without success, Qing Cang reluctantly dialed the phone of the Public Security Bureau Chief, asking for assistance in locating Shen Qingyou. In this cold weather, she couldn't possibly be sleeping on the streets like a stray dog.
Sure enough, the response from the other end of the line eased his grim expression slightly. After hanging up the phone, he quickly turned the car around and sped toward the name of the hotel given during the call.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
In a daze from sleep, Shen Qingyou was startled awake by the loud knocking at the door. Confused and bewildered, she grabbed her phone from the bedside table and saw that it was two o'clock in the early morning. Who could it be?
A sudden realization flashed through her mind, followed by a look of terror on her face. Is it Qing Cang? It must be him. Even through the door, she could sense that familiar feeling penetrating through the walls. Barefoot, she walked to the door and heard urgent calls from outside; tears welled up in her eyes...
"Shen Qingyou, I know you're inside! Open the door for me!"
...
"Serene, I'm begging you! Please open the door!"
"Sir, I'm sorry. Please leave!"
Two security guards from the hotel approached Qing Cang. It was late at night; this man was shouting loudly. If he disturbed other guests, wouldn't they be complained about?
"Get lost!"
Qing Cang's bloodshot eyes angrily swept over the two security guards in front of him, and he viciously shook off their arms.
"Sir, if you keep this up, don't blame us for being rude!"
Several guests had already opened their doors, poking their heads out with displeased expressions, walking toward them while muttering, "What kind of person lacks manners, making noise in the middle of the night..."
As they grumbled, they stopped in their tracks upon encountering Qing Cang's murderous glare, fell silent, returned to their rooms, closed the doors, and went back to sleep...
The dim light in his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, sending shivers down the spines of the security guards standing nearby. That gaze was not one of a living person; it was clearly the cold stare of the King of Hell.
"Shen Qingyou, if you don't come out, I'm going to break down the door!"
As Qing Cang spoke, he took a few steps back and assumed a posture as if he were about to crash into the door. The security guards realized they had to act quickly; if they let this man continue his antics, they would lose their entire month's salary.
With all their strength, they grabbed hold of Qing Cang. "Sir, please calm down! Just calm down!"
Shen Qingyou curled up on the floor, feeling Qing Cang's anger through the door, her face streaked with tears.
Suppressing her urge to cry out loud, she said to Qing Cang outside, "Qing Cang, I'm sorry. We've already made a mistake; we can't make another one!"
Qing Cang froze in all his movements. What did she mean? What did it mean that they had already made a mistake? What did it mean to make another one?
Doubts surged in his heart like the raging waters of the Yellow River. His confusion and uncertainty transformed into an angry fist that pounded relentlessly on the door. However, that solid mahogany door stood firm between him and Shen Qingyou. Did this also signify that she had already built a wall in her heart against him?
Leaning against the door, Shen Qingyou felt the impact from behind her and her emotions surged uncontrollably. If her very essence flowed with stubborn blood, what about Qing Cang? Had his stubbornness reached an obstinate level? Did this persistent man really need to see her in such a pitiful state?
If this man in front of her continued to make a scene, it was likely that all the guests in the building would be awakened. Security Guard A, feeling utterly helpless, pulled out the walkie-talkie from his waist and called all the attendants and the Janitor to come up and escort this gentleman out: "Please leave!"
"Shen Qingyou, if you think that avoiding me like this can deny our feelings for each other, then you are mistaken. Even if it's hell, I will chase after you!"
Qing Cang heard footsteps coming from the stairway and darkly addressed the room, but there was still no response from inside. His heart sank deeper into despair, like dead ashes. Suddenly, a bleak smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Was the woman inside really the one he had loved for three whole years, pouring everything he had into loving her?
Was her ruthlessness, her break with him, her cruelty due to him or because of Li Luo?
Everyone watched the somewhat disheveled man in front of them. His unkempt beard was scruffy, his bloodshot eyes were filled with despair, and his thick eyebrows were knitted together in frustration. He leaned weakly against the wall, tilting his head back to hide his sorrow from everyone. However, under the dim light, the glistening tear at the corner of his eye was painfully clear...
"Serene, did you really mean it when you said we are truly over?"
Listening to Qing Cang's desolate voice outside, Shen Qingyou inside had already cried like a child. How could she face this?
The bustling corridor suddenly fell silent. The Janitor wiped away tears and said, "Buddy, I have the key. I'll open the door for you!"
Unable to bear it any longer, she thought about what kind of woman she was—so heartless. The Janitor handed the key to Qing Cang. Looking at the swaying key in front of him, Qing Cang shook his head helplessly. If she insisted on closing her heart, what was the point of forcing it open?
Taking out her phone, Shen Qingyou repeatedly caressed the smooth screen where Qing Cang's handsome profile appeared. Again and again, it felt as if she were tracing his nose and lightly touching his warm lips. "Qing Cang, I'm sorry..."
The low whisper of "I'm sorry" seemed to drain all her strength. Holding her phone tightly, she buried her head between her knees and began to sob uncontrollably.
Tears flowed like a disaster in this deep night, unabated. Listening closely, she realized that outside had returned to calmness. She got up and opened the door cautiously through the safety latch, peeking out into the dimly lit corridor that was now empty. The piercing pain pierced through her thoughts...
He left; he really left...
The tears that fell onto the floor tiles made a pattering sound—each drop heavier than the last and more painful than before. What these few short months had brought her was an unending reminiscence throughout her life; however, this insurmountable chasm of blood ties turned their deep feelings into mere scenery as time passed by.
Inside the room, the phone rang. When she picked it up, it was Qing Cang's hoarse voice. There was a moment of silence. Although reason told her to hang up immediately, emotionally, she longed to hear Qing Cang's voice. The rhythm of her heart reminded her of the passing seconds, and her excited feelings gradually calmed down. Only when emotions squeezed out reason could they become calm.
“Serene, I'm at the front desk. I've left you a card; take it, you might need it!”
“I don't need it!”
Shen Qingyou's cold voice carried a hint of stubbornness. She needed this courage to face Qing Cang. Their relationship could not be summed up with money.
“Serene, do you really not want to have any relationship with me anymore?”
“Yeah!”
Shen Qingyou's voice was slightly trembling, but her answer was firm. She felt fortunate that at this moment, they were saying their final goodbye over the phone; that way, Qing Cang wouldn't see the tears streaming down her face.
On the other end of the line, there was a long silence. From then on, Qing Cang was Qing Cang, and Shen Qingyou was Shen Qingyou. After going through so much, Shen Qingyou had lost the confidence and passion for life she once had. The struggles of reality had exhausted her. If there was still a shred of mercy from the heavens to bless this wounded woman, she hoped that in her future life, it could be as calm and clear as water lying beneath the clouds.
“Serene!”
“Hmm.”
Listening to Qing Cang's almost murmured voice on the other end, Shen Qingyou knew she had never fully wrapped herself in her last bit of strength; she choked on her words.
“Keep the card; the password is your birthday. In the days when I'm not by your side, keep it for emergencies!”
“Hmm!”
Wiping her nose with her hand and gazing out into the dark night, she complied with him, wishing that after this relationship tormented by fate came to an end, they would no longer suffer from this pain.
The morning mist outside the window was hazy. From now on, she was willing to hold onto this eternal loneliness, reminiscing alone in the deep night about every memory nurtured with love alongside Qing Cang...
“Qing Cang, take care!”
Goodbye, she never spoke it out loud. If they were to meet again, what kind of years would separate them?
“Serene!”
This call tore through her insides. Shen Qingyou hung up the phone and quickly rushed to the window, seeing in the darkness a car's headlights flashing desperately. Tears streamed down her face onto the transparent glass, leaving scars on the flawless surface. If tears could freeze all her thoughts into amber, then let her carry this secret until death, settling in the memory of time, meditating into the brilliance of passing years...
Shen Qingyou had spent three nights in a hotel without eating or drinking, as if she had fallen seriously ill. When she stood in front of the mirror again, she was startled by her own reflection—pale and ghostly. Inside her body, everything that could support her happiness had been drained completely. Now, living like a walking corpse, what else could she do?
She picked up her phone and opened it. Seeing the profile picture on the screen made tears well up again. Gritting her teeth, she ruthlessly deleted it. The screen went blank, just like her empty heart at that moment—a feeling of being hollowed out.
When she powered on the phone, messages popped up like snowflakes one after another. Most were call notifications from Qing Cang; almost every minute he would call her once. With a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, she thought, this fool—calling once every minute; isn't he tired?
Zhang Shaocong had called, Li Haoran had called, and there were several unknown numbers as well. Then came the messages from Qing Cang, repeatedly asking where she was. She deleted them as if erasing everything related to him from her memory. The last message he sent was timestamped for that morning: “Serene, I went to Diaoyu Island. I once protected your happiness as fiercely as defending the sovereignty of Diaoyu Island. Now that I can’t protect you, let me guard our homeland instead. Let my blood bloom into a bright red Five-Star Red Flag on the grass of Diaoyu Island!”
In a panic, she turned on the television; it was filled with news about Diaoyu Island. The situation was becoming increasingly severe; the country had dispatched several maritime surveillance ships to patrol nearby waters. Cities were holding marches and protests. When Shen Qingyou stepped out of the hotel wearing a heavy down jacket, the streets were already filled with demonstrators. Deep inside her heart suddenly surged an overwhelming excitement; almost without thinking, she joined the protestors in peaceful demonstration—China rising in peaceful times!
The streets were adorned with Chinese knots and fluttering Five-Star Red Flags; every shop played the national anthem. Imagining Qing Cang in uniform standing on the deck of a maritime surveillance ship bravely advancing for their homeland made Shen Qingyou's heart churn like a stormy sea. All romantic feelings became insignificant in light of national love.
The phone rang; it was Zhang Shaocong’s call. Shen Qingyou covered her ears and shouted loudly, “What? What is it?”
“Serene! Where are you? Why is it so noisy?” Zhang Shaocong asked back just as loudly.
"I am on the street, something is happening, you just go!"
"Serene, hurry to the hospital, Li Luo, he has woken up!"
Beside her, all the noise stopped. Shen Qingyou held her phone, feeling a sense of disbelief. Around her were people protesting and shouting, and she stood there, abruptly like an outsider. No one cast their gaze upon her. A flash of ecstasy crossed her face as she turned and hurriedly ran towards the hospital...
In the hospital corridor, Zhang Shaocong's face did not show any joy at Li Luo's awakening. On the contrary, a heavier seriousness emerged from waking up from a coma. Behind this joy lay even more grave news. Just like Li Haoran before, even if he woke up, it was very likely he would end up in a Vegetative State—a puppet that only knew how to breathe but had no thoughts.
"Zhang Shaocong, how is Li Luo?"
Shen Qingyou gasped as she ran to the door of the ward. Seeing Zhang Shaocong's serious expression, hers froze instantly. Waking up did not mean recovery; it might instead signify a more difficult battle ahead. Vegetative State—how long would they have to wait for him to wake up?
"Li Haoran is currently examining him!"
Zhang Shaocong turned around and looked at the busy medical staff in the Intensive Care Unit. Time passed second by second as both of them held their breath, focusing intently on everything in front of them. Finally, they waited for Li Haoran to come out. The two quickly approached and asked in unison, "How is it?"
Li Haoran shook his head. "Just now, it might have been a hypothetical awakening. We checked his vital signs and found no signs of waking up. However, given his current condition and with physical therapy combined, waking up is very possible. Moreover, his wounds are healing well; today we can move him out of the Intensive Care Unit and transfer him to a regular ward!"
For Zhang Shaocong and Shen Qingyou, this was the only comforting news amidst their disappointment. A regular ward meant he had escaped life-threatening danger; now they just had to wait for him to wake up.
"Serene, today is New Year's Eve; you should hurry back. Otherwise, it will be hard to explain to Qing Shao!" In the evening twilight, the entire hospital building was desolate except for a few on-duty doctors and nurses. Inside the ward were only a handful of patients. Shen Qingyou and Zhang Shaocong sat on seats in the corridor, watching gray doves flying across the dim sky as dusk fell; they all hurried back to their nests. But for Shen Qingyou, where was her home?
"No need; Qing Cang set off for Diaoyu Island this morning!"
Shen Qingyou said softly. Originally, she was looking forward to this New Year immensely. After missing several years of family life, she could once again feel the warmth that family brought her and the deep affection that Qing Cang gave her. She even hoped that at the countdown moment of New Year’s Eve, she could secretly make a wish—even though the chance of it coming true was slim; she still hoped for grace in that one percent chance to give her an opportunity to bear a child for Qing Cang. If it was a boy, she hoped he would have Qing Cang's handsome appearance; if it was a girl, she wished for her to have Qing Cang's wise mind. Now it seemed that everything was just an illusion; apart from sorrow, she had nothing left...
"Going to Diaoyu Island at this time..."
Zhang Shaocong furrowed his brows slightly, hiding a trace of inexplicable emotion, as if he felt a sense of relief. "Serene, if you have nowhere to go, let's celebrate the New Year together today!"
Nowhere to go?
Shen Qingyou looked up at Zhang Shaocong. Could it be that her face had already revealed her feeling of being lost and having nowhere to turn?
"Don't misunderstand me. What I mean is, let's stay in the hospital and celebrate the New Year with Li Luo. I don't want to leave him alone in this cold hospital room!"
Zhang Shaocong hurriedly explained his meaning. Shen Qingyou smiled faintly, not thinking too much about it. She turned to look at Li Luo in the hospital room and then nodded.
"Alright, you stay here with Li Luo, and I'll go buy some things!"
With that, Zhang Shaocong stood up. However, when he got outside, he realized with regret that many shops were closed due to New Year's Eve. After searching for two streets, he finally found a supermarket that was still open and bought some chicken wings, salted goose, and other delicacies. He also picked up several large bags of peanuts, sunflower seeds, and beer. Carrying several heavy bags, he hurried back to the hospital. By the time he arrived, the lights were just starting to shine brightly, and brilliant fireworks lit up the dark night sky. The distant sound of firecrackers created a strong festive atmosphere. In previous years, no matter how busy work was, he and Li Luo would always take time to celebrate with their parents living abroad. But this year, in order not to upset his parents, he concealed Li Luo's illness and merely claimed he was too busy with work. A deep sadness enveloped Zhang Shaocong's heart.
As he reached the door of the ward, he heard bursts of joyful laughter coming from inside. Their VIP luxury room was filled with patients in hospital gowns gathered around Li Luo, happily singing songs and clapping their hands. At that moment, tears welled up in the corners of Zhang Shaocong's eyes...
"You’re back?"
Zhang Shaocong smiled as he pushed open the door. The entire room was immersed in a sea of flowers; golden tulips painted the room a vibrant yellow, reminiscent of life itself—flourishing and burning like fire. Strings of origami cranes hung from the ceiling, each adorned with a small bell that chimed sweetly when stirred by a gentle breeze.
"What is this?"
Zhang Shaocong couldn't hide his surprise on his face. Shen Qingyou smiled lightly: "You won't blame me for taking charge without asking, will you?"
"I can’t thank you enough; how could I possibly blame you?"
Thanks to her skilled arrangement, there was indeed a strong festive atmosphere now. A large character for "Fortune" was pasted on the window, making it look like a warm family gathering. The wall-mounted LCD TV was playing the Spring Festival Gala—something Zhang Shaocong had always found boring and tedious—yet on this New Year's Eve, it brought him an entirely different feeling. While Shen Qingyou busily took out food from the shopping bags and arranged them on a long table borrowed temporarily from the Nurse Station, music started playing and the lights dimmed. Suddenly someone among the crowd gently called out: "Sister Shen, why don’t you sing a song for everyone?"
"Come on, sing a song, sing a song..."
Everyone present shouted in unison. Standing among the crowd, Shen Qingyou felt a bit shy and said to everyone, "I'm not very good at singing!"
"Oh come on, Sister Shen, don't be modest. Just sing one for us!"
An old lady grabbed Shen Qingyou's hand and said, "You start us off, and later I'll sing one too!"
"Alright then!"
The crowd sat down cross-legged around Shen Qingyou, looking at Li Luo lying on the hospital bed. He was sleeping so peacefully, like a child. Li Luo, that day, your heartbreak, I heard it. Now, do you know? My heart is truly hurt.
The sky outside turned gray, the music softened; my heart began to miss you.
The lights dimmed, the music softened; the words in my mouth melted away.
The sky outside turned gray, people became bored; my heart began to miss you.
The phone rang; you wanted to talk. I thought you were missing me again.
Why has your voice become so cold? Has it changed? Has it changed?
The lights went out, the music stopped; the tears that fell could not be contained.
It started to rain; people were unhappy; my heart is truly hurt...
A soft melody gently flowed from Shen Qingyou's lips. This heartfelt singing moved everyone present. They were curious about the sensational news that had stirred up so much discussion, wanting to know the truth. However, at this moment, they held a forgiving heart, hoping that the public would give Shen Qingyou and Li Luo some space. After all, they are both flesh and blood individuals. If it weren't for their exhaustion of spirit, how could their song carry such sorrow?
It was unclear who started the applause, but soon it erupted into a thunderous round of clapping. Outside the hospital room stood a row of patients and nurses drawn in by her singing, all looking at Shen Qingyou, holding back the tears that threatened to spill.
It started to rain; people were unhappy, and my heart truly felt hurt...
Turning to look at Li Luo on the hospital bed, he still slept so peacefully. The noise and bustle of the room seemed unrelated to him; he was immersed in his own world. When would he finally experience the joys of life?
Laughter echoed one after another. Zhang Shaocong silently stepped out of the room, lit a cigarette, and the orange flame flickered as he took two deep puffs, then exhaled smoke rings into the noisy night sky. In just over an hour, the New Year's bells would ring, marking the arrival of a new year. Did this mean a new beginning for him?
"What are you thinking about?"
Shen Qingyou's voice came from behind as she leaned against the railing of the corridor, gazing at the lively night sky, her clear eyes filled with loneliness.
"It’s my first time hearing you sing. I didn’t expect your voice to be so beautiful!"
Zhang Shaocong extinguished his cigarette; smoking only deepened his loneliness.
"Can I have a cigarette?"
This was Shen Qingyou's second request for a cigarette from Zhang Shaocong. He tossed his pack of cigarettes to her from a distance: "This is the last one!"
She took it out and lit it but didn’t bring it to her lips. She wasn’t someone who indulged in such habits, yet watching the tobacco burn in her hand, with the flickering flame and wisps of smoke swirling around her fingers, she suddenly missed Qing Cang's way of smoking...
At this moment, I wonder how you are doing, far away, guarding our homeland?
"Zhang Shaocong, that day when you called the reporters to tell them I was here, it was you, right?"
Her deep gaze looked up at the bright starry sky as the night wind lifted her long hair, making her appear like a ghost blooming in the darkness. Zhang Shaocong froze for a moment; her flying black hair obscured her face, making it impossible to see her expression. So he chose silence...
Zhang Shaocong's silence brought a hint of a smile to Shen Qingyou's lips. At first, she believed that this matter was the doing of Qing Han Qing. However, upon reflection, if Qing Cang knew that she was the instigator of the video incident, would he still allow her to act so recklessly? Surely, the price for Qing Cang agreeing not to pursue this matter further was that Qing Han Qing could not cause trouble for him again. So, who else could it be but her?
The answer was clear; this person was Zhang Shaocong. He wanted to turn Qing Cang against him, forcing her into a corner with no way out. Perhaps then, she would stay by Li Luo's side without distraction until he woke up.
"Serene, I'm sorry. We owe you too much in this matter, and we will definitely compensate you!"
She smiled it off. "Zhang Shaocong, thank you!"
Zhang Shaocong looked at Shen Qingyou in extreme confusion. Her gratitude left him feeling ashamed. After all his scheming against her, she still wanted to thank him?
The cigarette in his hand had burned down to the end. The New Year's bell would soon ring. Not far away, under the Bell Tower in the square, many people had gathered to await this moment. Among them were couples who had been together for many years, newly in love pairs, elderly people with white hair like Qing Cang, and toddlers just learning to speak. They stood there, waiting to make a New Year's wish at the first opportunity. What would her wish be?
Through ups and downs, giving it their all in the end could not compete with the manipulations of the previous generation. Shen Qingyou smiled bitterly; given her current situation, what more could she hope for? She merely wished that in the new year, Li Luo would recover quickly, that China could drive away those robbers attempting to occupy Diaoyu Island, and that she could live quietly and humbly in a city free from worldly disputes.
"Zhang Shaocong, the New Year's bell is about to ring. Aren't you going to make a wish?"
Closing her eyes and bringing her hands together, Shen Qingyou quietly made her New Year's wish in her heart while gazing at the fireworks blooming in the night sky.
...
The sea breeze blew gently as the azure sea surface shimmered like fish scales under the bright moonlight. Dressed in a white uniform, Qing Cang stood at the front of the deck, his dark eyes fixed on a lush green island not far away. This was Chinese territory—a sacred land that no one could infringe upon.
"Captain, it's New Year's Eve. Why not give your family a call and check on them?"
First Officer Meng Wei approached Qing Cang's side and spoke slowly.
Turning his head with a hint of amusement at the corners of his mouth, he thought about how tense the situation was now; his family’s Commander was likely visiting some country right now. Calling back would only result in a housekeeper answering—what significance would that hold?
"How about that sister? Didn't she get proposed to? What, she didn't agree?"
Meng Wei's lips curled into a sly smile. "No way? Our Qing Shao is so charming and dashing, yet he doesn't catch her eye!"
"Yeah, she thinks we're just soldiers. Isn't there a saying? Good men don't become soldiers, and good women don't marry soldiers. She thinks I'm just a soldier with no future!"
Qing Cang's lips revealed a hint of bitter laughter as he gazed at the starry sky, wondering if at this moment she was also looking at this crescent moon.
"Captain, you must be joking! What kind of man would a woman like that want to marry if she won't marry someone like you?"
"Meng Wei, why are women such strange creatures? One moment they want to be with you forever, and the next moment they want to part ways. How can they change so quickly?"
On this quiet night, Qing Cang couldn't help but pour out his long-suppressed feelings to Li Wei beside him. He was truly confused about how people could change so drastically.
"Could it be that she has some hidden troubles?"
Li Wei tilted his head and said to Qing Cang.
"Hidden troubles?"
Qing Cang squinted his eyes. What hidden troubles could she have? Being threatened? Her father? Or her mother? Or Qing Han Qing? Feeling sympathy for Li Luo and wanting to help him? Or perhaps it was simply because of her own mistake that she couldn't forgive herself?
"Captain, I think you should stop overthinking it. Just give her a call; who knows, maybe right now she's waiting by the phone eagerly!"
The night breeze gently blew, stirring up someone's troubled thoughts. Qing Cang's finger hovered over the dial page on his phone, the number displayed was Shen Qingyou's, but his finger never pressed down...
The people in the hospital room had all left. After Shen Qingyou tidied up the mess, she brought a basin of water and gently wiped Li Luo's hands and feet, carefully avoiding the scabbed wounds. She murmured, "Li Luo, you bad guy, you want me to get married but not feel at ease about it, right? Now, just as you wished, I've separated from Qing Cang. You're very happy about it, aren't you? If you want to laugh, just laugh out loud! Why pretend to be so serious? Li Luo, let me tell you, my patience is limited. If I lose my patience before you wake up, I really won't care about you anymore. You'll be left alone in this cold hospital room to grow old in loneliness!"
"By the way, Li Luo, a few days ago, Ji Jie called me. Did you know? He has become famous now and won a big award at the International Film Festival. He is now a hotshot director. Remember how you used to laugh at him? But look at him now; it was because of you that he endured hardships and achieved fame. He heard you were in the hospital and was quite surprised. He wanted to come see you, but I turned him down. I know you care about your image, and you wouldn't want others to see you like this right now. So please get better soon. Ji Jie has reserved a role for you indefinitely, so you must not let everyone down!"
Zhang Shaocong stood outside the door, listening to Shen Qingyou's murmurs, and punched the wall in frustration. What foolish things had he done?
"Serene, I swear that in the years to come, no matter what it takes, I will make it up to you..." Zhang Shaocong silently vowed in his heart.
The phone beeped, indicating that someone had sent a text message. Shen Qingyou casually opened her phone, and when she saw the content of the message, her hands trembled uncontrollably as she quickly grabbed her bag from the chair and rushed out of the hospital room...
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