Three days before the Lunar New Year’s Eve… That was the day Shao Tingyu brought up the topic of divorce with himself. Lin Mengmeng had always thought the reason he decided to divorce was because they lacked love. Now, it seemed there might be another explanation. Lin Mengmeng’s face turned pale, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart. At that moment, a voice came, “Xinyan, why are you here?” Shao Tingyu walked straight to Dai Xinyan, his eyes full of concern. Dai Xinyan playfully scolded, “Tingyu, don’t always treat me like a child. I’m much better now.” Shao Tingyu furrowed his brows, said nothing, just supported her as they walked away slowly. From the moment he arrived to when he left, less than two minutes passed, yet all his attention was on Dai Xinyan, not sparing Lin Mengmeng a single glance. Lin Mengmeng saw all this, feeling pain even in her breath. That night, Shao Tingyu still did not come back. Lin Mengmeng sat by the bay window, staring into the thick darkness, feeling as if a boulder was pressing down on her heart, making it hard to breathe. She even harbored thoughts of escape, as if not facing it could make it seem like it never happened. Suddenly, she remembered Chen Zhe’s words, pondered for a while, and then called the person in charge of the rural medical outreach at the hospital. “Director, how long is the cycle for the rural medical outreach?” The director paused, “A week.” A week… she could return before her brother’s death anniversary. Lin Mengmeng took a deep breath, “I want to sign up.”
Early in the morning, at the hospital entrance, the special bus for the medical outreach had been waiting for a while. Lin Mengmeng, carrying her medical kit, boarded the bus with a group of doctors. Her seat was by the window, watching the familiar sights of the hospital recede as the bus drove away…
