With that, he headed straight upstairs, the door slamming shut with a bang, heavily striking Lin Mengmeng’s heart. Steadying her shaky body, she silently walked in the opposite direction.
When they got married, Shao Tingyu bought a villa for the two of them to live independently, with each having their own side, not interfering with each other. They were more like roommates than a married couple.
Early the next morning, when Lin Mengmeng left her room, Shao Tingyu had already gone.
At the First Affiliated Hospital of the Magic City.
Lin Mengmeng carried a thermal lunch box to the neurology department, knocked, and entered.
Shao Tingyu, who had just put on his white coat, saw Lin Mengmeng, his eyes turning cold: “What are you doing here?”
Lin Mengmeng placed the thermal box by the desk and took a bowl to ladle out the soup: “I saw you didn’t eat last night, so I made some soup. Your stomach isn’t good, you need to take care of yourself.”
Shao Tingyu didn’t speak, nor did he glance at the thermal box.
Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Lin Mengmeng, remembering the message from her mother-in-law on the way, softly said: “Mom wants us to go back home after work today.”
Fearing Shao Tingyu’s refusal, she added: “I remember you don’t have surgery today, and you’re not on night duty.”
Shao Tingyu was silent for a moment: “I understand.”
Then he got up and left. Even in his own office, he didn’t want to spend another moment with her.
The door of the consultation room made a light noise. The chill invaded, and Lin Mengmeng’s breath hitched, the hand holding the bowl and chopsticks suddenly felt weak.
Bang! The soup bowl shattered on the floor, making an extremely harsh sound.
Ignoring that she was in the hospital, Lin Mengmeng locked the door in panic, sliding down to sit against the door, her arm stiff and unmovable. She forced her other hand to retrieve an anti-rejection pill from her coat pocket, swallowing it dryly.
After a while, her strength slowly returned. Lin Mengmeng regulated her breathing and took out her phone, writing a sentence in her memo:
“Today marks the thirty-second day since the onset of my ALS, only 14 days left until Mr. Shao and I separate.”
Chapter Two: Separation
