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Leaving the hospital, I went to Zhen Zhuo's Company.
Sitting at the desk, I stared at the photos on it.
In the pictures, we gazed at each other affectionately, as if our love was so deep it couldn't be dissolved.
Zhen Zhuo had once been gentle with me, protecting me behind him.
He had said, " Yu Zhu, my greatest fortune in this life is meeting you. I will always treat you well."
"I want to make you happy, to see you smile every day, and to live a carefree life."
The vows still echoed in my ears, but the one who spoke them had long since changed his heart.
I lowered my head, feeling a dense pain in my heart.
At the moment I learned about the cancer, I surprisingly felt not fear of death, but heartache.
What pained me was the thought that if I died, Zhen Zhuo would be left alone in this world—how lonely he would be.
Would he feel lonely without me? Would he be sad?
I laughed self-deprecatingly, tears welling up in my eyes.
It was truly unwillingness.
Wen Ling's voice sounded from outside the door: " Manager Zhen, how about having cake for lunch?"
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew closer.
"Just finished eating; no snacks allowed. Take your medicine and take a nap. Come over for cake in an hour."
"But I want to eat it now..."
"Be good and don't make me angry."
"Alright..."
The footsteps gradually faded away.
When the door was pushed open, Zhen Zhuo's smile froze on his face at the moment he saw me.
Zhen Zhuo stood hesitantly at the door with a box of cake in his hand.
I deliberately pretended to be surprised, maintaining a facade of harmony.
"Do we have a connection? I was just thinking about wanting cake, and you bought some."
His expression relaxed a bit as he quickly walked over and placed the cake in front of me.
"This is orange mousse flavor; I remember it's your favorite."
Wen Ling's face immediately darkened.
But she quickly smiled again, though her smile didn't reach her eyes.
"So it turns out my sister loves orange mousse too. I thought only us young people liked it."
I ignored her, but Zhen Zhuo's expression grew serious.
"Wen Ling, you can leave now."
Wen Ling clearly didn't expect Zhen Zhuo to reprimand her in front of me, and her face showed a hint of embarrassment.
She bit her lip, looking at him with tearful eyes.
" Manager Zhen, aren't you going to eat the cake? It will melt soon..."
Zhen Zhuo remained stern, not even glancing at her.
"Since when did you learn to talk back? Didn't you hear me tell you to leave?"
Wen Ling's eyes suddenly turned red as she turned and ran away.
Zhen Zhuo didn't even look at her, his gaze firmly locked on me, his voice cautious.
"Why did you come suddenly? You didn't call me in advance?"
I could no longer control my tears; they fell down in streams.
"If I didn't call you, how could I hear such sweet words from you?"
"If I didn't call you, how would I know you like young girls?"
"If I called you, I would be afraid to hear you say you're busy, that you're in a meeting, that you won't even answer my calls..."
Zhen Zhuo's expression changed repeatedly, panic written all over his face.
He quickly walked to my side, crouched down, and hugged me.
" Yu Zhu, what are you saying? Is there some misunderstanding?"
"I... I don't want to make you worry..."
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
"Azhong, I really, really, really love you."
"I also really, really, really hope you can be with the person you like."
"To live a happy life..."
"You and Wen Ling..."
I looked at him, wanting to say something but hesitating.
Zhen Zhuo lowered his eyes, unable to meet my gaze.
My tears surged.
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