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Junxi watched as Zhou Xuanyu's face gradually came into focus before her eyes, and she found herself unable to resist the urge to close her eyes and lose herself in the moment.
But just as Zhou Xuanyu was about to touch her, his phone rang.
In the dim light of the night, both of them paused awkwardly.
"Ahem!" Junxi cleared her throat.
Zhou Xuanyu, taken aback, raised his hand to smooth down Junxi's hair that had been tousled by the wind before answering the call.
It was Jason on the line. He informed Zhou Xuanyu that Zhou Ziyan had just fallen out of bed and hit his injury. The surgery that was originally scheduled for next week now needed to be performed immediately.
This sudden turn of events caught them off guard, just like Zhou Ziyan's accident had.
Fortunately, they hadn't gone far; it was only a short walk from Moat to the hospital.
When Junxi and Zhou Xuanyu arrived at Zhou Ziyan's hospital room, he was being prepared to be taken to the operating room. He looked in considerable pain, a mixture of agony, frustration, and despair etched across his face.
Indeed, for someone who usually prided himself on his strength, it must have been incredibly difficult for him to face such setbacks just from getting out of bed.
Zhou Xuanyu was called out by the doctor, leaving Junxi standing by Zhou Ziyan's bedside. In her panic, she quietly took hold of his hand.
Both of their hands felt cold.
“Zhou Ziyan, we are all here.”
Perhaps it was the wind she had just encountered by the river, but when she spoke, her voice was hoarse. Yet her tone was steady, more stable than ever before.
Zhou Ziyan glanced at her, momentarily captivated by the light in her eyes, and suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over him. He nodded.
Junxi released her grip and only then noticed Liu Xianghan following behind the medical staff. Liu Xianghan stood among the crowd, her expression somewhat stiff, a mix of worry and even greater concern.
Junxi nodded at her. Perhaps it was due to her introverted nature or a sense of hostility towards Junxi, but she merely blinked and did not respond.
A group of people surged out of the ward, heading straight for the operating room.
Junxi and Liu Xianghan trailed behind, until a nurse stopped them.
“You two should wait outside.”
“How long will the surgery take?” Liu Xianghan grasped the nurse's arm tightly.
“I don’t know; it depends on the situation.” The nurse grew impatient and shrugged her off.
The door to the operating room closed, and Junxi heard a faint sigh from her, subtle yet impossible to ignore.
Liu Xianghan stepped aside and leaned against the wall.
Junxi wanted to say something but feared provoking her cold demeanor, so she decided against it.
The corridor was cold and long, silent and empty.
"Miss Wen," Liu Xianghan suddenly called out as if remembering something.
"Yes?"
"Is this your phone?" She pulled out a white smartphone from her bag and waved it in her hand.
Junxi froze for a moment and hurried to check her own bag. Her phone was indeed not there.
"It's mine."
She reached out to take it, but Liu Xianghan's hand pulled back slightly.
"It's my phone, thank you." Junxi repeated, palm up, signaling Liu Xianghan to return the phone.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile of bitterness appeared on Liu Xianghan's face.
"You know, it's because your phone kept ringing in the ward that Zhou Ziyan wanted to get it, which caused her to fall."
"You saw it happen?"
"I arrived just a moment too late."
With a sense of defeat, she handed the phone back to Junxi. Although it wasn't her fault, there was an undertone of guilt in her voice.
Junxi didn't know what to say. These events were not her intention, and perhaps she should apologize, but it wasn't Liu Xianghan she owed an apology to.
Unlocking her phone, she found two missed calls. Both were from Jun Xuan's school, and she immediately called back.
Jun Xuan had heard about Zhou Ziyan's injury and called to ask about the situation. Junxi knew that although her brother often complained about Zhou Ziyan, he actually liked him deep down.
Boys in their teenage years often express their feelings in strange ways.
"He'll be fine," Junxi reassured her brother.
"Jie, take good care of him, and don't argue over trivial matters," Jun Xuan advised like a little adult.
With Liu Xianghan present, Junxi didn't dare to retort and could only respond softly.
Suddenly, Jun Xuan asked, "Is Xuan Yu Uncle at the hospital?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end before he said, "I'm only at ease when he's there."
The rising tone in his voice made it sound as if he was talking about some omnipotent superhero.
Junxi couldn't help but smile slightly; in her impression, Zhou Xuanyu had never really been close to Jun Xuan.
Mainly because Jun Xuan was too young back then, and their father favored his younger son, often keeping him by his side. They hardly had any chance to meet.
Junxi had grievances against her father, and with no one to confide in, she often complained to Zhou Xuanyu, insisting that he should not favor boys over girls and should only dote on her.
This was just talk, but little did she know that he truly did dote on her, to the extent that even Zhou Ziyan, his own nephew, felt overshadowed.
Zhou Xuanyu was signing paperwork and paying fees at the operating room when he heard someone call out to him from behind.
"Second Master."
It was a member of the Zhou family; no one else would address him that way. He turned around and saw the butler from the Zhou Family Old Residence pushing Zhou Xuan Yong inside.
"Big Brother," he called out as he walked over.
Seeing this, the butler stepped aside, allowing Zhou Xuanyu to take over pushing the wheelchair. It was his habit; whenever he was present, he personally pushed Zhou Xuan Yong's wheelchair.
"How is Zhou Ziyan?" Zhou Xuan Yong asked in a deep voice.
"He has already entered the operating room. We'll have to wait for the surgery to finish to know the outcome."
Zhou Xuan Yong nodded.
They arrived at the Elevator Entrance.
“Xuan Yu,” Zhou Xuan Yong suddenly called out to him.
Zhou Xuanyu lowered his head, his gaze meeting his brother's graying hair. Time truly was relentless; in the blink of an eye, his once vigorous older brother had become silver-haired.
“Yes, big brother,” he replied.
“Will Zhou Ziyan’s legs end up like mine?” Zhou Xuan Yong’s voice trembled slightly.
A sharp pain twisted in Zhou Xuanyu's heart, and without hesitation, he said, “No.”
“His legs will be fine, big brother. Zhou Ziyan will recover.”
“Your doctor friend clearly said there would be consequences. You don’t need to worry about me not being able to handle it; just tell me the truth.”
“The consequences only affect his racing. Aren't you most worried about him racing? If he can’t race in the future, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least you won’t have to worry about him anymore.”
Zhou Xuanyu's words struck a chord with Zhou Xuan Yong, and he fell silent.
He understood the saying “A Blessing in Disguise.” He just hoped that the kid wouldn’t get stuck in a rut.
As they exited the elevator and walked down the long corridor, they approached the operating room.
Zhou Xuanyu pushed Zhou Xuan Yong slowly.
From a distance, he spotted two girls standing at the entrance of the operating room. One was fair and delicate, while the other was dark and charming; they stood on either side of the door, their contrasting styles evident, yet they exchanged no words throughout.
"Wait a moment." Zhou Xuan Yong gestured for them to stop.
Zhou Xuanyu pressed the foot brake on his wheelchair, bringing it to a halt.
"What’s wrong?"
"Don't you think that girl looks familiar?" Zhou Xuan Yong's gaze fixed on Junxi's standing position, his expression suddenly becoming complicated.
Before Zhou Xuanyu could respond, Zhou Xuan Yong asked again, "Isn't she a child of the Wen Family?"
"Yes. That’s Director Wen's eldest daughter, Junxi."
Zhou Xuan Yong frowned. "I can't believe Zhou Ziyan has been in contact with the Wen Family without telling me."
"Why shouldn't she maintain contact?"
Zhou Xuanyu was taken aback by his brother's words. He found it strange because he knew how much effort his brother had put into establishing a relationship with Wen Wei, Junxi's father.
Zhou Xuan Yong snorted. "Back when the Wen Family fell from grace due to their dirty dealings, what connection was there to maintain? You might not know since you were abroad, but many people suffered because they got too close to the Wen Family and ended up with nothing but trouble..."
"Eldest Brother!"
Zhou Xuanyu called out, interrupting Zhou Xuan Yong. He noticed that Junxi had turned around and was walking towards them, completely unaware of their conversation.
Her slender figure appeared somewhat pale under the harsh white lights of the corridor. As Zhou Xuanyu watched her approach, he could still hear his brother's ruthless words echoing in his ears... Over the years, she must have swallowed down so many unexplainable grievances.
Zhou Xuanyu placed his hand on his elder brother's shoulder, gently pressing down. "Big Brother, she is Zhou Ziyan's friend. No matter what, please do not harm her. I will pretend I didn't hear what you just said."
Zhou Xuan Yong felt the waves of his younger brother's aura crashing against him. Though he was reluctant, he had been in the business world for decades and could control such minor emotions. Moreover, it was his principle not to let anyone lose face in social situations, even if it was a rather hypocritical principle.
Junxi had already walked up to Zhou Xuanyu and the others. Her Water Spirit gaze swept over Zhou Xuanyu before settling on Zhou Xuan Yong.
"Uncle Zhou, hello! I wonder if you remember me; I am Junxi."
Zhou Xuan Yong smiled slightly. "Of course I remember, the precious daughter of the Director of the Bureau of Literature and Defense. Even if my memory isn't great, I wouldn't forget you."
Hearing Zhou Xuan Yong mention her father's name, Junxi stiffened for a moment.
"Miss Wen, I hope your parents are doing well lately?"
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