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Xiao Yang had rested for a few days in the dormitory of the research institute before he began organizing the results of their archaeological study with his junior, Wang Peiqi. They were busy preparing for an interview with a television station, completely immersed in their work.
One day, while Xiao Yang was discussing the research plan with Wang Peiqi, Fang Hui suddenly appeared in the institute.
“Xiao Yang, come home with me,” Fang Hui said as she walked up to him and grabbed his wrist firmly.
“Miss Fang, is there something you need?” Xiao Yang shook off her hand, his expression indifferent.
Seeing Xiao Yang's emotionless face, Fang Hui's feelings began to stir. “Xiao Yang, what do you mean? You left me alone when you ran away from our wedding. I haven't even settled that score with you yet! What do you want now?”
“I don't want anything. What do you want?” Xiao Yang asked coldly.
“I want to take you back so we can get married,” Fang Hui declared earnestly.
“Fang Hui, don’t you think you’re being ridiculous?” Xiao Yang couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t I plead with you? Did you ever look back?”
“I…” Fang Hui was momentarily speechless.
“I thought you would come, so I called you the day before the wedding. But you hung up on me and texted me to stop bothering you.” Xiao Yang looked at her coldly. “What’s this? Now that Wei Zheng isn’t paying attention to you anymore, you come looking for me?”
“It’s not like that,” Fang Hui hurriedly explained. “I just wanted to test you and see if you would wait for me.”
“Is that so?” Xiao Yang chuckled bitterly. “And what was the result of your test? Are you disappointed?”
“Xiao Yang, let’s get married,” Fang Hui softened her tone. “I forgive you for running away from the wedding; can you forgive me too?”
"Fang Hui, are you mistaken about something?" Xiao Yang scoffed lightly. "I don't need your forgiveness, and I don't love you anymore."
"Xiao Yang, did you run away from the wedding just to spite me?" Fang Hui looked at him in confusion. "You weren't like this before; you never used to act out of spite."
"Fang Hui, please understand, we are past that," Xiao Yang emphasized.
"Then let's start over," Fang Hui suggested. "We can redesign the wedding attire, and I can reduce my meetings with Wei Zheng."
"Fang Hui, you don't need to make those promises to me; I don't need them." Xiao Yang looked at her coldly. "There is no possibility left between us."
"Why?" Fang Hui gazed at him in disbelief. "Are you still angry with me?"
"Fang Hui, just go," Xiao Yang turned away, refusing to look at her.
"No, you have to come with me," Fang Hui stubbornly stood behind him.
Xiao Yang ignored her and picked up his umbrella, walking straight ahead.
Seeing this, Fang Hui hurriedly ran in front of him, blocking his path with her body.
"Fang Hui, what are you doing?" Xiao Yang asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.
"Xiao Yang, there’s really nothing between Wei Zheng and me; we are completely innocent," Fang Hui explained.
"Innocent?" Xiao Yang laughed as if he had heard a joke. "Your so-called innocence is just that you haven't decided who to choose yet."
"That's not true," Fang Hui quickly defended herself. "I only see him as a friend."
Just then, Fang Hui's phone rang. She took it out and her expression changed before she answered the call.
"Ah Hui, I'm sick. Can you come over?" Wei Zheng's voice came through the line.
"Okay," Fang Hui replied without hesitation.
She put away her phone and turned to leave, but after taking a few steps, she stopped again. She turned around and looked at Xiao Yang, saying, "Xiao Yang, I... Wei Zheng is my friend. He needs me right now, and he doesn't have anyone else."
"He's a doctor. What he needs isn't your friendship; it's your support," Xiao Yang replied calmly.
"Xiao Yang, I am sincere," Fang Hui emphasized.
"Your sincerity became hollow the moment you saw Wei Zheng."
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