Zhuo Ling felt the tears on her face: “Xuan, don’t cry, that’s not cool. I’m fine, I’m still waiting for you to cook for me!” She raised her heavy hand to wipe away his tears, cracking a joke.
“Yes, I’ll make your favorite.”
“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, don’t skip meals again.”
“Yes, as long as you’re okay, I’ll promise you anything.” Getting out of the car at the hospital, Shen Yixuan shouted for a doctor.
“I’m sorry…” Zhuo Ling whispered, her hand gently brushing past Shen Yixuan’s face.
Watching the doctor push Zhuo Ling into the operating room, Shen Yixuan anxiously paced outside, praying she would be okay. When the surgery door opened, the doctors emerged with grave expressions.
Shen Yixuan rushed forward, grabbing a doctor: “How is Ling’er?”
“I’m sorry, we did our best,” the doctor could only apologize.
“Impossible, you’re lying, right?” Shen Yixuan refused to believe it and rushed in to see Zhuo Ling lying motionless on the bed, her pale face and bloodless lips.
With each step, Shen Yixuan recalled Zhuo Ling’s every smile, her cleverness, her mischief, her bravery… Why did their distance feel so close, yet made her feel she had walked so far…
After Zhuo Ling’s burial, Shen Yixuan quit the organization and entered the business world, becoming cold-blooded, ruthless, and unpredictable.
