"Zimo." Han Lin spoke first as soon as the call connected.

Zhao Ziming was intimately familiar with Han Lin's phone number and voice. At that moment, a long silence fell on the other end of the line. Han Lin knew Zhao Ziming hadn't changed her number. Even though Zhao Ziming hadn't said a word, Han Lin knew the person on the other end was definitely her.

"I saw you at the hospital today, and I know everything about what happened to you. I'll face this with you, don't leave me," Han Lin said after waiting for a while.

After listening to Han Lin's words, there was still no response from the other end of the phone.

"Zimo, you..." Han Lin waited a moment, wanting to say something more. Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, the phone went dead. Zhao Zimo had hung up on Han Lin without saying a word.

Han Lin stared at his phone screen, not giving up, and dialed back again.

"The number you dialed is currently switched off..." Zhao Ziming turned off her phone. No matter how many times Han Lin tried, he received the same reply. Han Lin clutched his phone tightly in his hand, wandering aimlessly down the street like a zombie.

Han Lin saw a small tavern, went inside, and got himself drunk. His already inflamed tonsils worsened due to his reckless drinking. That night, Han Lin was on the verge of collapse, running a high fever as he gulped down mouthfuls of strong liquor. The liquor burned his dry, itchy, and painful throat, but it couldn't compare to the agonizing pain tearing at his heart.

After that night, Han Lin was sick for a few days. Then, one morning, Han Lin sat on his bed and suddenly understood something. Han Lin washed and dressed himself, then went to a florist to buy a bouquet of roses, and finally walked towards the hospital.

Zhao Ziming didn't show up on the first day. She didn't show up on the second day either. Then came the third day… Every day, Han Lin went to the florist to buy a bouquet of fresh roses, and then waited outside the hematology clinic at the hospital, day after day. Disappointment overwhelmed Han Lin each day, and several times he almost gave up. Han Lin's behavior gradually became a peculiar sight in the hospital.

Finally, even the doctor who treated Zhao Ziming was moved. He stopped asking about the relationship between Han Lin and Zhao Ziming. Then one evening, the doctor called Han Lin to tell him that Zhao Ziming had come for her appointment. Upon receiving this call, Han Lin immediately dropped his unfinished work, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the hospital.

Han Lin got out of the car and rushed towards the hematology clinic. As he ran towards the entrance, he saw a man standing next to Zhao Ziming. The man carefully helped Zhao Ziming as they slowly walked out of the clinic.

Suddenly, Han Lin's legs went numb, and he stood frozen in place. He watched Zhao Ziming and the man's figures recede into the distance, unsure of what to do.

"Zhao Zimo!" Suddenly, Han Lin stood in the corridor and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Zhao Ziming suddenly stopped, but didn't turn around. The man supporting her, however, glanced at Han Lin standing behind him. After a brief pause, Zhao Ziming resumed her forward steps.

Han Lin gritted his teeth and struggled to move forward. He ran to Zhao Ziming and blocked her path with one hand. Han Lin's eyes were slightly red as he stared at Zhao Ziming standing in front of him.

"It's been three years, long time no see." Han Lin spoke first, as always. "How have you been these past three years?"

Zhao Ziming glanced up at Han Lin, then quickly looked away and silently lowered her head. Instead of answering Han Lin, she gently tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her, signaling him to help her walk around Han Lin and leave.

For every step Zhao Zimo took forward, Han Lin took a step back, his hand still outstretched, blocking all of Zhao Zimo's path.

"Who exactly are you?" The man standing next to Zhao Ziming frowned as he looked at Han Lin standing in front of him.

"Our business is none of your concern." Han Lin glanced at the man with slightly reddened eyes, then turned her gaze back to Zhao Zimo's face.

"Tell me, why did you lie to me?" Han Lin asked Zhao Zimo.

Zhao Ziming remained silent. It was clear she could no longer control her emotions; tears streamed down her face. She quickly wiped away the tears, keeping her head down and remaining silent.

Seeing that Zhao Ziming remained silent, Han Lin chuckled and asked, "Do you still remember the promise about the orange juice? That year, I said that no matter what happened in the future, I would never let you go to buy orange juice alone again."

Hearing Han Lin's words, Zhao Ziming covered her mouth with her hand, trying her best to control her emotions. She shook her head and tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her, wanting him to leave with her as soon as possible. The man hesitated for a moment, glanced at Han Lin, and then turned to look at Zhao Ziming.

"Zimo, how about you..." The man began, seemingly wanting to say something to Zhao Zimo, but he only got halfway through his sentence before sighing and not finishing. The man firmly supported Zhao Zimo, then bypassed Han Lin's arm and walked towards the stairs.

Faced with Zhao Ziming's indifference, Han Lin's emotions seemed to be slowly being devoured. This time, Han Lin did not continue to stop Zhao Ziming. Han Lin slowly clenched his fist, then suddenly turned to Zhao Ziming and said, "For the sake of our many years of friendship, give me a reason so I can leave in peace."

Zhao Zimo stopped walking and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Although Zhao Ziming spoke softly, Han Lin had already walked up to her side by the time she spoke.

"Apologize for what?" Han Lin stood in front of Zhao Ziming again, looking at her with slightly red eyes.

"Forget about me, I'm already married." Finally, Zhao Zimo looked up at Han Lin.

"With whom? Him?" Han Lin smiled, glanced at Zhao Ziming's expression, and then at the man standing next to her.

The man standing next to Zhao Ziming also glanced at Han Lin, and they exchanged a brief look.

"I don't believe it," Han Lin said with a smile. "You don't even have a wedding ring on your hands." Han Lin looked at Zhao Ziming's hands.

"I don't really like wearing rings, as long as I wore one at the wedding, that's fine," Zhao Ziming replied to Han Lin's question, her head lowered.

"I don't believe it," Han Lin continued, smiling as he spoke to Zhao Zimo.

Zhao Ziming nodded, then turned to look at the man standing beside her. Afterward, she closed her eyes briefly, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the man's lips.

After a long silence, Zhao Ziming looked at Han Lin and smiled, then said, "Now, do you believe me?"

Han Lin could no longer refute Zhao Zimo, and simply looked at her quietly.

"I no longer need you in my life. Goodbye."