“I saw a house today with a layout similar to our previous one, in almost the same location, just a bit expensive,” I said, hoping to divert his attention. “It’s my fault. I was in such a hurry back then, selling our house at a low price to go to Beijing to smooth things over. Now, finding a suitable place is so difficult.”
Yin Zhongtian hesitated: “Can we wait a bit longer about buying a house?”
“Wait?” I thought he would be eager to buy a house and prepare to marry me.
“I want to use that money.”
I understood and took out my bank card. “You know the password.”
“Xiao Bing…”
I smiled and shook my head. “You don’t need to say anything; I understand.”
The case was unresolved, his future uncertain, and he needed money for emergencies. He stood up, hugged my waist, and buried his face in my shoulder, revealing his melancholy about the future.
I really wanted to help him, but I didn’t know how, except to find someone—no, I couldn’t seek help. Yin Zhongtian would absolutely not allow me to do so.
“Everything will pass. You’re still young and can start over.”
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
On another weekend, I finished work late and returned to my apartment alone.
Another patient had passed away, a twenty-two-year-old. As he died, a young girl ran into the ward, collapsed on him, and cried uncontrollably.
The boy, with barely a breath left, suddenly laughed. “Silly girl, why are you here? Didn’t you say you never wanted to see me again, that you would never forgive me?”
The girl shook her head desperately, saying nothing.
“I have a bad temper and always made you angry.”
Next time, remember to find a boyfriend with a good temper who can spend more time with you. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
The man passed away peacefully. The girl cried all afternoon, gripping the boy’s wrist tightly. No one could persuade her to let go, repeatedly saying: “Get up and scold me, I won’t leave again.” Those who have never lost will not understand how painful separation is or how beautiful past hatred can be.
