Lin Qingyan left the hospital as dawn broke.

Because of an urgent matter to attend to, the man who arrived at the hospital in the morning found only an empty ward. The rising sun outside the window shone on the neatly made bed and also into the man's indifferent and deep black eyes.

Lin Qingyan's Weibo post caused quite a stir, with many netizens suspecting he was just creating hype to attract attention and disbelieving that he would really retire from the entertainment industry.

The online discussion was heated, and the insults were increasing.

Everyone was waiting for the moment when Lin Qingyan would be proven wrong.

But as time went by, Lin Qingyan disappeared from the public eye for the past month, and her latest Weibo post was still announcing her retirement from the entertainment industry.

No one has seen him since; it's as if he's vanished from the face of the earth.

Those netizens who were so confident that Lin Qingyan would be proven wrong are now confused. Could it be that they themselves are the ones who will be proven wrong? Has Lin Qingyan really retired from the entertainment industry?

Nobody knows.

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In a rented room in a backward small county town more than a thousand kilometers away from Nancheng, a young man who had disappeared for a month was carrying a pot of steaming noodles out of the kitchen.

He walked slowly, keeping close to the wall, but he still accidentally bumped into the table leg blocking his way and fell heavily to the ground. The noodles he was holding also fell over, and the steaming soup spilled onto his hands.

The back of his hand, which was so pale it was almost transparent, was immediately scalded red.

Unaware of the burns, Lin Qingyan was completely unaware that she had been scalded.

He not only has no pain sensation now, but he has also lost his sight. His sight only completely disappeared a few days ago, so he has not yet adapted to life without light.

His hearing is also slowly disappearing; he can barely hear anymore.

The sequelae caused by blood stasis compressing nerves can indeed be significant.

After announcing his retirement from the entertainment industry, he terminated his contract with his agency and spent almost all his savings to buy himself out of the industry. If he hadn't terminated the contract, this ruthless company would have squeezed every last bit of value out of him.

After terminating the contract, Lin Qingyan had several hundred thousand yuan left, which he transferred to his parents to repay their kindness in raising him over the years. He only had a few thousand yuan with him and came to this unfamiliar small county town alone.

He did not choose to treat himself.

The knocking sounded abruptly. Lin Qingyan, who could still hear a little bit of noise, was a little surprised. No guests had ever come to his dilapidated rented room before. Who could it be?

Lin Qingyan leaned against the wall to stand up, groped his way over and slowly opened the door. His dark, beautiful eyes, devoid of any spirit, blinked, and his voice, hoarse from not speaking for half a month, asked, "Who is it?"

The man standing outside the door saw this scene, his pupils contracted slightly, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and beneath his calm face lay a turbulent emotion as he stared unblinkingly at the person in front of him.

Compared to the handsome young man he was a month ago, Lin Qingyan now seems like a completely different person. He is very thin, so thin that he is emaciated, with only skin and bones left on his body. His chin is so thin that there is no flesh at all, which makes his lifeless eyes look very large.

A patch of red from the burn was visible on the back of her fair hand. The room was a mess, with noodles and soup spilled on the floor.

As if he had guessed something, the man's heart sank little by little.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lin Qingyan spoke again, then chuckled to herself, lowered her eyes and murmured, "By the way, I can hardly hear anymore."