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Shen Yulin couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down his face. Uncle looked at the two of us and sighed, getting up to leave so we could talk privately. Just as he reached the door, my aunt pushed it open and walked in. Seeing Shen Yulin holding me, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and shouted at him, "Let go of me! Why are you here? Get out!"
"Wife, please calm down," Uncle said as he embraced my aunt, trying to soothe her. She pushed him away angrily and glared at him. "Did you tell him to come? Why did you let him come? Hasn't he hurt Xiao Fan enough? Look at what happened to Xiao Fan; he still won't let go!"
"Xiao Fan has forgotten him!" My aunt's anger seemed to be doused by Uncle's words like a bucket of cold water. She widened her eyes, looking at me and Shen Yulin in disbelief. At that moment, I was tightly held in Shen Yulin's arms in front of my aunt and Uncle, feeling a bit shy, so I gently nodded.
"Have you really forgotten him?" My aunt still seemed unable to accept this fact and asked again with a trembling voice. I nodded affirmatively and quietly said, "Can you let go of me for now?" I gently patted Shen Yulin's shoulder, signaling him to release me. His body trembled slightly as he slowly loosened his grip, but his eyes were filled with shock and pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking his clothes. He silently gazed at me, his expression revealing an indescribable complexity.
"I'm sorry," he replied hoarsely as he released me.
"It seems I was right; Fanxing's condition is indeed present in Mr. Shen's brother. Mrs. Shen, I still say the same thing: arranging for a doctor to see Miss Fanxing will be beneficial. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now," Dr. Zhang said at that moment.
"Dr. Zhang, thank you. I will arrange it as soon as possible," Uncle nodded and accompanied my aunt to see Dr. Zhang out the door.
Only Shen Yulin and I remained in the room. I looked at him curiously and asked, "Why are you crying? Is it because I've forgotten you?"
"No, it's not that. You did nothing wrong. It’s me who hurt you," Shen Yulin shook his head.
"You hurt me?" I raised my bandaged wrist and ankle. "Is this what you mean?"
He didn't answer but simply nodded. "You say you hurt me, but why don't I feel sad?" I still looked at him in confusion.
"I will make sure you get better!" He suddenly reached out his right hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, speaking firmly. Seeing this man before me so deeply affectionate and persistent made me chuckle softly.
"Thank you..." I said quietly. When our eyes met, his gaze became somewhat blurred, as if he were seeing another time and space through me—the shy and sweet girl from ten years ago who always called his name with a smile.
"You should rest for a while; I'll step outside," Shen Yulin's voice sounded a bit hoarse, as if he had just gone through an intense internal struggle. He slowly stood up and walked heavily toward the door. Watching his retreating figure, an inexplicable sense of loss surged within me, like the sand slipping through my fingers little by little.
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