The reporters gradually fell silent, watching me and Yi Jun with a hint of pity in their eyes.
Yi Jun stepped closer to me, his face as pale as paper, his eyes frighteningly red.
He trembled as he reached out his hand, wanting to touch my face.
Suddenly, I threw myself into his arms, holding onto his neck tightly.
"Yi Jun," I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks, "I'm so tired."
"I really don't want to burden you."
Yi Jun held me tightly, his body shaking.
He looked at me, and in his dark eyes was an unfathomable depth of despair.
"Luo Lan," his voice was hoarse beyond belief, "why didn't you tell me?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I couldn't answer him.
I chose silence.
Yi Jun, I have already become tainted.
I am not worthy of you.
The reporters left one by one, and soon the hall was left with just me and Yi Jun.
He held me tightly, as if he were embracing a treasure that had been lost and found again.
"Lanlan," he kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry."
"Lanlan," his voice trembled severely, "I'm sorry..."
Yi Jun closed the blinds, shutting out the light from outside.
The missed call notifications on his phone felt like little knives, slicing his heart into pieces.
He couldn't bear to imagine how I had endured those days in Southern City Mental Hospital.
Yi Jun closed his eyes, tears rolling down his face.
"Lanlan," he murmured in pain, "why do you have to bear so much alone?"
The office door was slammed open, and Xiaolin rushed in despite the security's attempts to stop her.
She looked at Yi Jun, her eyes red: "Yi Jun, do you know why Lanlan didn't tell you?"
"Because you are more important to her than her own life!"
"She was afraid those bad people would come after her; she was afraid you would get involved!"
"Do you know how desperate Lanlan was at that time? She didn't want you to see her like that!"
"Do you know that at that moment, Lanlan only thought about you being safe!"
Yi Jun's eyes widened.
"She didn't want to burden you," Xiaolin said, lifting her head and looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "Yi Jun, Lanlan really loves you."
"She sees you as her only hope for survival."
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The mental hospital in Southern City was cold, and snowflakes floated outside the window.
I stood by the window, watching a person standing in the snow below.
I frowned slightly, unable to see clearly but feeling like I recognized him.
"Who is he? He stands here every day, as if he isn't afraid of the cold at all."
Xiaolin followed my gaze and casually replied, "Really?"
I blinked. "He seems a bit familiar."
Xiaolin pulled me to the bedside. "Hurry and lie down on the bed; don't stand in front of the window. Be careful not to catch a cold."
I sat on the bed, watching Xiaolin bring me a cup of hot milk.
"Lanlan," she said with a smile as she patted my head, "how about we build a snowman with Doctor Tan tonight?"
"Okay."
I obediently nodded, finished the milk, and handed the cup back to her.
"Lanlan is so good," she said with a smile as she patted my head again. "I'll go out first and come back to play with you later."
I nodded and watched her leave.
After Xiaolin left, I lay on the bed, pulled out my phone, and opened the game interface.
The game interface was lively, with various characters and dazzling skill effects.
I looked at the screen, feeling a bit excited.
This was a mobile game I had just downloaded recently, and I really enjoyed playing it.
Although I hadn't won much, I found it quite interesting.
After playing for a while, I heard footsteps.
Tan Chengping walked in.
"Doctor Tan," I quickly put down my phone.
"Playing games again?"
"…"
I lowered my head like a child who had done something wrong.
"I just think it's fun…" I said softly.
"I'm not blaming you," Tan Chengping smiled, "but don't stay up late, okay?"
"Mm."
I nodded obediently.
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