But Lin Mengmeng shook her head, “Tingyu, I know you’ve been thinking about divorce.” Shao Tingyu’s brows flickered slightly, “Let’s discuss the divorce again.” Lin Mengmeng was silent for a moment, then asked cautiously, “Don’t you want to divorce?”
Shao Tingyu didn’t answer directly, his face showing a trace of confusion, “I haven’t decided yet.” His gaze fell on Lin Mengmeng’s pale face, gently adjusting her blanket. “At least, now is not the time to talk about this.”
For the first time in five years, Lin Mengmeng saw such a gentle side of Shao Tingyu. She was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood, her voice becoming faint, “I don’t want you to feel burdened by my illness. After all, it’s my issue, not yours. You don’t have to feel responsible for everything.” And certainly not out of pity… Over these days, she had seen the bond between Shao Tingyu and Dai Xinyan. Even though she loved Shao Tingyu, she didn’t want to use her illness to keep him tied down. Even if she could have him, she wouldn’t have his heart. She would rather let go gracefully. At least, that was what Lin Mengmeng thought in her heart. But Shao Tingyu didn’t think too much, just listening to Lin Mengmeng’s words made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. He wasn’t sure what he felt for Lin Mengmeng. After some hesitation, he could only say, “I’m your attending physician now, I don’t want to argue about feelings. Let’s talk when your condition improves.”
Without waiting for Lin Mengmeng’s response, Shao Tingyu got up and hastily left the room. Outside, he didn’t leave but leaned against the wall, lost in thought. Inside, Lin Mengmeng didn’t rest either, her gaze drifting back to the night outside. The two, separated by less than five meters, couldn’t see each other, each with their own thoughts. After five years of marriage, they didn’t know how they had reached this point.
