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I sat blankly on the bench, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Chuming sat beside me, quietly keeping me company without saying a word. Shen Rou rushed over, standing next to Chuming, and gently asked, "Juan, Grandma will be fine." I ignored her, lacking even the desire to look up at her.
Chuming glanced at Shen Rou with a slight frown and said, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm worried about you," Shen Rou replied softly.
"I'm fine," Chuming said coldly. "You should go back."
Shen Rou seemed like she wanted to say something else, but upon meeting Chuming's sharp gaze, she could only nod and say, "Okay."
Before leaving, she reached out and tugged at Chuming's clothing. "A-Ming, your clothes are dirty; hurry and change them. I'll wash them for you."
"No need," Chuming shifted away slightly, creating distance between them. "I don't wear clothes that other women have touched."
Shen Rou's expression froze, her eyes instantly reddening. "A-Ming, are you saying I'm dirty?"
Chuming frowned. "That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" Shen Rou choked out. "I've already apologized to that woman and offered to make amends; what more does she want?"
Chuming replied impatiently, "Can we not argue here?"
Shen Rou was taken aback and then left with her face covered.
I kept my head down, not wanting to look at them. Chuming also fell silent. We remained in our respective silences.
I don't know how long it was before the emergency room door opened. Grandma lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and eyes tightly closed. Chuming pushed Grandma toward the ward while I slowly followed behind them.
After settling Grandma in, Chuming pulled over a chair for me to sit down. He sat beside me in silence for a moment before slowly speaking up. "Xiao Juan, let's not announce the divorce news for now, okay?"
"Mm." I nodded.
After all, it's only two months, so it doesn't matter.
"You... have you been with Manager Du these days?" he asked again.
"Mm."
He pressed his lips together: "Manager Du is a good person."
I remained silent.
After a while, Du Ming came back with food.
Chuming stood up: "I'm leaving first."
I still didn't say anything.
Chuming reached the door, then stopped and turned to look at me: "Call me if you need anything."
I nodded.
Chuming left.
I stood up, wanting to go to the window to see Grandma.
But as soon as I stood up, my knees gave way, and I awkwardly fell to the ground.
Du Ming hurriedly set down the food and ran over to help me.
I leaned against him, shaking from the pain.
Du Ming held me, his voice trembling slightly: "Xiao Juan, if it hurts, don't hold it in; just cry it out."
I was sick.
Lying on the hospital bed, I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.
It felt like there was a thin mist enveloping everything, making it hard for me to distinguish between reality and dreams.
After three years of marriage with Chuming, he felt like an iceberg that would never melt.
No matter how hard I tried, he always wore that indifferent expression.
Only when talking about Shen Rou would he occasionally show a smile.
The three years I spent with him were the most painful of my life. But now, it seems I am about to be freed. The doctor said that my condition has deteriorated much faster than expected; it could be just a couple of days now.
Du Ming stood by the hospital bed, listening to me mumbling Chuming's name, his grip on the phone tightening slightly. The phone screen lit up as he dialed Chuming's number.
However, it was Shen Rou who answered the call.
" Manager Du?" Shen Rou's voice carried a hint of confusion. "Are you looking for A-Ming? He's in the shower; I can pass along a message."
Du Ming hung up the phone. He curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes filled with disdain. How filthy.
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