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Liu Shuhan slumped in her seat, her gaze vacant. Cheng Qiuyi took a moment to pat her head, but Liu Shuhan pushed her away. "Cheng Qiuyi, don't touch me."
"What's wrong? You've been sulking for a couple of days now. Are you really planning to break up with me?"
Liu Shuhan remained silent, and no matter how Cheng Qiuyi tried to cheer her up during the ride, she wouldn't respond. Cheng Qiuyi was exasperated by Liu Shuhan's stubbornness. "Look, Shu Han, we have problems to solve; we can't just threaten to break up every time something goes wrong. If we did that, we'd never be able to separate."
"If you have issues with me, feel free to hit me or yell at me; I promise I'll change if I know I'm wrong. But if you want to leave me, that's not happening! You Liu Shuhan are mine in life and in death; I only recognize you in this lifetime, and no one else can take you away from me."
"I know the act with Yuan Ying hurt your feelings, but it was all to deceive Ye Jing! I promise that from now on, I'll discuss everything with you first and won't hide anything from you anymore. Is that okay?"
Cheng Qiuyi pleaded earnestly all the way home, but Liu Shuhan remained silent. When they arrived at Cheng Qiuyi's house, she got out of the car and walked straight out of the community without saying a word. Cheng Qiuyi had to stop her by any means necessary. "Shu Han, we're already here; can you just do me a favor? Can't you stay just one night? Even if we break up, we've been classmates for over ten years; can't you at least give an old classmate some face?" She pressed her hand against her forehead as if pretending to have a headache. "Shu Han, the doctor said I need to observe my concussion symptoms for another two days; can you please not be mad at me?"
Liu Shuhan glared at her. "Just one night?"
"Just one night!"
Having been gone for only a few days, everything in Cheng Qiuyi's home remained unchanged; even the keys she had left by the entrance were still there.
Cheng Qiuyi felt helpless against Liu Shuhan and quickly contacted Yuan Ying while she was taking a shower to discuss strategies.
Yuan Ying was getting a massage and closed her eyes as she lifted her phone to her ear. "So, did you manage to bring your little woman back?"
"I did bring her back, but she's completely furious with me now. A-Ying, please don't suggest anything reckless!" Cheng Qiuyi recalled Yuan Ying's advice about being tough when soft tactics failed, but given Liu Shuhan's strong temperament, she felt uncertain about it.
"You don't have that move, and she's still angry with you. Is there any point in saying that?"
"So what do you suggest we do now?"
"Cheng Qiuyi, I never thought you would be so useless. You’re not really becoming a henpecked husband like A-Zhi said, are you?"
Cheng Qiuyi wished that Liu Shuhan could reconcile with her; she would accept anything, even being henpecked.
"Right now, Shu Han is dead set on breaking up with me. She finds it annoying to even acknowledge me," Cheng Qiuyi said dejectedly.
"That shouldn't be the case. She likes you so much; how could she suddenly be so resolute? Have you figured out why?"
"It’s probably because of what happened between you and me last time." Cheng Qiuyi wanted to slap herself. How could she have been so foolish to listen to Yuan Ying's plan back then? "Do you think it's unfair? I didn't do anything and still lost my wife."
"Is it really about that?" Yuan Ying grinned, almost laughing out loud, but then remembered she was wearing a face mask and had to suppress her amusement. "I didn't expect Liu Shuhan to be so jealous. Hmm... how about I arrange to meet her tomorrow and help clear things up for you?"
"Don't!" Cheng Qiuyi was exasperated with Yuan Ying's unreliable nature. "What if she sees you and gets even angrier thinking about my mistakes?"
"Don't worry; if you can't trust others, can you not trust me? It's settled then; I'll go find her tomorrow."
Cheng Qiuyi wanted to refuse further, but the busy tone had already come through the phone.
With someone as unreliable as Yuan Ying, Cheng Qiuyi could only hope she wouldn't make things worse.
That evening.
Liu Shuhan hid in her guest room early to avoid an awkward encounter with Cheng Qiuyi. She was afraid that Cheng Qiuyi would suddenly barge in, so she even locked the door.
She was troubled; she still loved Cheng Qiuyi, but she did not want to be with her at all. The feeling of being kept in the dark was too painful, and she did not want to experience it again.
Cheng Qiuyi called it protection, but such protection only made Liu Shuhan fearful.
Suddenly, the sound of glass shattering came from the living room. Liu Shuhan went out to see Cheng Qiuyi squatting on the floor, cleaning up the broken vase, with water from the vase spilling all over the floor.
"Cheng Qiuyi, what happened?" Cheng Qiuyi was usually careful and had good skills; how could she accidentally break a vase?
"It's nothing, I accidentally knocked over the vase." Cheng Qiuyi cleaned up the broken glass on the floor and stood up slightly unsteady, but quickly regained her balance.
"Really?"
"Really, why would I lie to you?" Cheng Qiuyi smiled and changed the subject. "Shu Han, it turns out you still care about me; that makes me feel relieved."
Liu Shuhan rolled her eyes at her and unhesitatingly returned to her room, closing the door behind her.
After she went in, Cheng Qiuyi leaned against the edge of the sofa, struggling to sit down. She had experienced a momentary blindness just now, lasting about three or four seconds, accompanied by a severe headache—a lingering effect from the car accident.
Cheng Qiuyi's head had been impacted, causing a small blood clot pressing on her nerves. There was no life-threatening danger, but the doctor had advised immediate surgery the next day. However, that day Liu Shuhan had just broken up with her, and all Cheng Qiuyi could think about was how to win Liu Shuhan back, so she temporarily set aside thoughts of surgery.
She had playfully complained about a headache to Liu Shuhan—half true and half false—but Liu Shuhan took it as a joke without realizing that it was both a joke and a serious matter.
Cheng Qiuyi discussed with her doctor and scheduled the surgery for next Monday, thinking that she would first try to win Liu Shuhan back before proceeding with it. She just didn't expect that the aftereffects would flare up so frequently.
Cheng Qiuyi thought, I can't let Liu Shuhan know, or she'll get anxious again.
Liu Shuhan had taken a few days off to spend time with her parents, but Cheng Qiuyi interrupted her plans and brought her back to work. With nothing else to do, she simply canceled her leave and went to the office.
On her first day back, the receptionist informed her that a stunning beauty wanted to see her.
Liu Shuhan assumed it was Cheng Qiuyi coming to bother her out of boredom and irritably said, "Just find some excuse to send her away."
"But..."
"But what?"
Yuan Ying stood next to the receptionist and shouted into the receiver, "Liu Shuhan, it's me, Yuan Ying. I'm here to apologize—"
As Yuan Ying was a client, it wouldn't be appropriate for Liu Shuhan to ignore her. Deflated, she said, "Let her in."
"Liu Shuhan, you’re quite the person now, huh? It's not easy to see you," Yuan Ying said. The last time they met felt completely different; the ethereal aura she once had was gone. Now she wore bright makeup and stood in high heels, looking down at Liu Shuhan.
Liu Shuhan felt overwhelmed, as if she couldn't catch her breath; even her hair felt tense.
"Please... have a seat..." Liu Shuhan swallowed hard and awkwardly pulled out a chair for Yuan Ying.
Yuan Ying didn't bother with pleasantries. She sat down arrogantly, chin held high, legs crossed elegantly. She picked up a cigarette between her fingers and lazily asked, "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"I don't mind at all!" Liu Shuhan shook her head repeatedly.
Yuan Ying smiled and glanced at her, saying, "You're really afraid of me."
Of course, you look like a bandit coming to rob me. How could I not be scared? Liu Shuhan thought bitterly, but still wore a smile on her face. "Look at what Miss Yuan is saying. You're so beautiful; I would like you even more." Who could possibly like you?
"There are plenty of people who like me; I don't need you," Yuan Ying said, putting down her cigarette. She finally couldn't maintain her proud expression and covered her mouth, laughing uncontrollably in her chair. "Liu Shuhan, you're much more entertaining than Cheng Qiuyi."
So you've grown tired of Cheng Qiuyi and decided to play with me instead? Liu Shuhan pleaded with a bitter smile, "Miss Yuan, if you have something to say, just say it."
"Have you made up your mind to break up with Cheng Qiuyi?" Yuan Ying asked suddenly.
Liu Shuhan lowered her head, fiddling with the pen in her hand. "Yes."
"Great!" Yuan Ying smiled brightly as she pinched Liu Shuhan's cheek. "Thank you, Shu Han! Now I can pursue Qiu Yi! Shu Han, you're such a good person!"
"You..." Liu Shuhan was caught off guard. "But Cheng Qiuyi said..."
"In the past, she only had eyes for you. I never had a chance. Now that you're so determined, she will surely give up sooner or later. By then, won't my chance come?"
See? Cheng Qiuyi and Yuan Ying really do have something going on. Liu Shuhan thought angrily. Cheng Qiuyi is just a fraud; what close friends and deep connections—there's never been pure friendship between two beautiful women!
She crossed her arms and turned her face away uncomfortably. "I have nothing to do with her anymore; you don't need to tell me about this." Cheng Qiuyi, if you dare to flirt with another woman, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life.
These two people—one says nothing while the other loves to overthink—do they really think this is some kind of idol drama? It's strange if nothing happens.
Yuan Ying straightened up and sat upright, her expression becoming serious. "Liu Shuhan, do you know where I met Cheng Qiuyi?"
"Isn't it A Country?"
"Yes, A Country, in a hospital in A Country. She is my fellow patient with Depression."
Liu Shuhan was shocked. "Depression?" Cheng Qiuyi had never mentioned Depression to her. Such a serious illness, and Cheng Qiuyi had never talked about it!
"Yes," Yuan Ying recalled. "When I met her, it was during the worst phase of her Depression. It even started to lead to anorexia and self-destructive tendencies. She couldn't eat anything; whatever she tried to eat would come back up. In the end, she could only vomit stomach acid and had to rely on nutritional injections for a long time. At her lowest weight, she was only forty kilograms. Can you imagine? Her hands were just a layer of wrinkled skin, like an eighty-year-old."
"She often fell into a coma, and her mental state began to deteriorate. By the end, she hardly recognized anyone. Yet, she kept mumbling about someone—Liu Shuhan, can you guess who that person was?"
"I've seen her scream in the middle of the night and bang her head against the wall repeatedly. In the end, the doctors diagnosed her with schizophrenia."
"Whenever she was occasionally lucid, she would talk about you," Yuan Ying said, finally unable to resist lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. "She said you were silly, that you secretly hid her exam papers, and that you brought her breakfast every morning without fail. She mentioned that the last time she saw you, she kissed you softly, saying your face was particularly soft, like tasting a freshly baked cake." Yuan Ying herself didn't expect that she could remember so clearly—someone who vomited everything they ate talking about their beloved girl and describing her face as soft as cake.
"I laughed at her back then and asked if she still remembered what cake tasted like. Guess what she said?"
Liu Shuhan didn't want to hear it.
"She said," Yuan Ying mimicked Cheng Qiuyi's tone at that time, "I remember the taste of Liu Shuhan."
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