Shuyi raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had quietly slid down her cheeks, and picked up her phone.

It was a WeChat message from Li Ruoning.

[Yiyi, how is Zhang Youye? Has he not woken up yet?]

Before she could reply, another message followed.

How are you? Are you feeling down? Do you need me to come over and keep you company?

Perhaps it was the word "sadness" that struck their hearts, or perhaps it was an unknown emotion that overwhelmed them.

She has received enough care and concern during this period; everyone is very concerned about her feelings.

Everyone was comforting her, telling her not to worry or be anxious, and that Zhang Youye would definitely wake up.

The more she was cared for, the more suffocated Shu Yi felt.

Seeing him lying motionless on the hospital bed was exactly the same scene as when his father passed away.

Aside from the beeping of the monitoring equipment telling her that Zhang Youye was still alive, she couldn't really do it.

With her father's example, she really couldn't help but imagine the consequences of losing Zhang Youye.

She was trying her best to remain normal and not let anyone worry about her, but the suffocating feeling of worrying about losing Zhang Youye was like a pair of pale palms that would always appear in the lonely night, tightly gripping her neck.

When she was startled awake and forced to gasp for breath, she had to struggle to move her neck and look at the hospital bed beside her.

Only when she heard the monitoring equipment next to her ear still functioning normally could she open her eyes wide and gradually regain her breathing rhythm, even when she was struggling to breathe.

Her gaze lingered on the two caring WeChat messages. After a moment's hesitation, Shu Yi swiped her fingertips to reply.

He's still asleep, don't worry about me.

Don't worry too much. If you need me, just tell me, and I'll come right away. Yiyi, we're friends. Don't try to handle everything alone. If you need a shoulder to lean on, just tell me.

Shoulders?

Looking up at the shoulder that needed her most at that moment, Shu Yi pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes to return to the present.

"Yes, once he wakes up, you'll have to come and help out the whole time during our wedding."

Of course, don't worry!

After putting down her phone, Shu Yi got up and went to the bedside.

Picking up a water glass and a cotton swab, Shu Yi bent down and carefully applied the water-soaked cotton swab to Zhang Youye's dry lips.

While doing these things, Shuyi would fantasize that perhaps he would wake up as she applied the ointment.

When their eyes met, she could see the familiar overflowing love beneath his clear, gentle eyes.

Unfortunately, fantasy is just fantasy.

Fantasy, such an unrealistic and illusory thing, can only be shattered by the bloody reality.

I woke up once again from the shattering of my illusions.

Shuyi put down the water glass, tossed aside the cotton swab in her hand, and as usual cupped his face, gently kissing the corner of his lips before turning and heading to the bathroom.

After quickly washing herself, Shuyi pushed open the door and left.

She casually placed the towel she was using to dry her hair on the sofa, and gazed at the relentless snow outside the window. She rested her arm on the windowsill and stared at the snow scene in a daze.

at the same time.

In another hospital room, she was also gazing intently at the snow scene.

I thought that after being given a sedative, Shu Chuanran would sleep soundly for a long time.

Perhaps the dosage wasn't strong enough, because when Shu Qianxin saw Shu Qiyi off and returned to her ward, she was surprised to find that Shu Chuanran had already woken up.

He remained silent, lying on the hospital bed, gazing silently at the snow scene outside the window.

Not knowing what to say to comfort her brother and let go, Shu Qianxin also chose to remain silent.

When Shu Chuanran came to his senses, Shu Qianxin had already leaned back on the sofa and fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

Lifting the blanket, Shu Chuanran tried to move his bandaged left leg. Although the anesthesia had long since worn off, the excruciating pain still prevented his indifferent expression from showing any other emotion.

He wanted to visit Shu Yi in Zhang Youye's hospital room.

But looking at his battered and bruised leg, he instantly lost his courage.

After a moment's hesitation, he endured the pain, picked up a cigarette pack, and gently pushed open the ward door.

When he appeared at the nurses' station leaning on his cane, the nurse on duty was startled and quickly brought a wheelchair to his side.

"Young Master Chuanran, how can you get out of bed now! Sit up quickly! Let me push you back in!"

"It's alright." As the nurse helped her into a wheelchair, Shu Chuanran asked her, "Which room is Zhang Youye in? Has he woken up?"

"Young Master Youye hasn't woken up yet. His ward is at the end of the corridor. Young Master Chuanran, you really shouldn't get out of bed right now. You should go back to your ward first. It wouldn't be good if your injuries got worse!"

Shu Chuanran pressed his hands firmly against the wheels that were about to spring into action, his face darkening as he coldly reprimanded the driver.

"I told you I'm fine, let go first, I need to go check on that ward."

After saying that, before the startled nurse could react, Shu Chuanran had already headed to the end of the corridor.

The wheelchair, which was not handled very well, was parked at the door of the ward. Through the glass on the door, Shu Chuanran saw a familiar, slender figure leaning against the windowsill, with his back to the ward door, admiring the snow scene outside.

Even from behind, her demeanor was beautiful, and she could always capture his heart at any time.

Outside the ward.

He slowly released his grip on the wheel beneath him.

He didn't want to enter this territory that belonged to Zhang Youye; he just wanted to quietly gaze at her.

...

As he watched, his thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to that night of the car chase.

As he slid into the abyss from the runaway carriage, Shu Chuanran felt no regret whatsoever.

Even the excruciating pain of his thigh being pierced by a tree trunk did not make him flinch.

In the last second before he fell into a coma in the carriage, he was even thinking: if he were to die this time, it might stir up some emotion in his second sister's heart.

It seems worth it.

Only by becoming a regret can one be remembered for a longer time.

Perhaps this is his love—distorted, boundless, and insane.

To those who don't understand, this is probably what everyone calls perverted, perhaps even tinged with morbidity and deformity, or at the very least, involving some mental issues.

It must be admitted that he was indeed twisted by love, but this twistedness existed only within himself.

He never intended to hurt Shuyi, nor did he ever think of crossing that line. His only wish was to have a small place in her heart.

It's a pity.

The heart is too small; it can only hold one person.

Moreover, Shu Chuanran forgot the most important thing: in the world of relationships, love only exists when both parties like each other.

His love was one-sided from the very beginning.