Gu Ying stood up, grabbed Shen Xingmian's collar, and said bitterly, "Sorry? What good is sorry? Didn't you say you would save her? But what happened? Shen Xingmian, I hate you. Why wasn't it you who died? Why?"

His expression was agitated, even somewhat fierce, but Shen Xingmian remained silent.

After a long silence, the boy released his collar and sneered, "What's the use of kindness? It's just self-comfort for incompetent people. Shen Xingmian, I will walk my own path from now on, and I will take what I want myself. I don't need you anymore."

After saying that, Gu Ying took a step forward.

Shen Xingmian wanted to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't lift his hand because he couldn't even comfort himself, let alone comfort others.

........

When Nanzhi woke up again, she breathed a sigh of relief; she really was back.

Before her eyes lay a clean, white hospital room, which momentarily made her feel disoriented, wondering whether she was Nan Zhi or Mu Xiyue.

Until she felt a slight weight in her hand, she leaned back slightly and glanced at it. All she saw was a head of thick hair. Nanzhi looked out the window. Night had fallen, but the lights in the ward were still on.

Nanzhi sat up gently, without pulling away the hand that was being held, and carefully examined the sleeping person.

With her other hand gently placed on the person's head, she slowly stroked it, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips. "Shen Xingmian, I'm back."

Thank you for waiting for me, for being with me, for loving me. Thank you so much.

Nan Zhi thought that the luckiest thing in her life was that Shen Xingmian loved her. No matter how young or old they were, his love for her was pure and unchanging.

"Shen Xingmian."