It's only the end of October, but the capital city seems to have seamlessly switched from late autumn to early winter.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, the bright midday sun warmly enveloped Ye Li, yet she felt no warmth, a chill seeping from the depths of her heart.
She heard herself calmly say, "Fu Yanci, don't you have a meeting this afternoon? Don't come over. Let's talk after you're done."
His tone was so calm.
With its usual gentleness and tranquility.
It was as if those suppressed questions from earlier weren't asked by her at all.
"Ali? What's wrong?"
On the other end of the phone, Fu Yanci asked urgently.
Ye Li forced a smile. "It's nothing, it's just... I suddenly heard Mom mention something, saying that she thought she saw you when Dad was in the hospital."
"It's good that you're alright. Have you had lunch?"
Fu Yanci seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice sounding relaxed.
The tension and unease from before were completely gone.
"Yes, I ate it."
Ye Li nodded and slowly turned around. "You were sleeping just now, weren't you? Did I wake you up? There's still a while until two o'clock. Go lie down for a bit, I promise I won't bother you again!"
Good afternoon, Fu Yanci!
After hanging up the phone, Ye Li stared blankly at the bustling traffic outside the window, her mind blank for a moment.
From the moment Fu Yanci entered the ward until he left, only 8 minutes had passed.
How many words can a person say in 8 minutes?
So, just as Fu Yanci said, he and his father didn't say anything. He just happened to be passing by the hospital and went up to see his father for a moment.
But why?
Why did his father have a problem so soon after he left the ward?
His father loved him so much, yet he couldn't even wait for his Ah Li to see him one last time?
Why?
Unable to figure it out, Ye Li stiffly sat back down in front of the computer and gently tapped the keyboard.
The video restarts.
Fu Yanci entered calmly and composedly.
Fu Yanci left quietly and calmly.
The scene was so quiet it was as if nothing had happened.
But just five minutes later, the sharp ringing of the bell and the helpless shouts were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, splashing water everywhere.
The doctor said that the patient's organs had all failed, and it would probably be within the next few days.
So how many days exactly?
Eight or nine days is how many days?
Two or three days is still a few days.
Even if it's two days, that should still be 48 hours.
Why did Fu Yanci's father suffer heart failure and be rushed to the emergency room just minutes after leaving?
She didn't get to see her father one last time, and she didn't get to say goodbye to him.
And what about Mom?
When Fu Yanci entered the ward, his mother was asleep.
Immediately afterwards, the bell rang, the mother cried for help, and the father was rushed into the emergency room.
So, Mom didn't even have a chance to say goodbye to Dad?
Why?
Weren't we supposed to have a few days? Why is it like this?
Countless voices were in my mind.
Calm.
It's devastating.
Questionable.
Unbelievable.
Each voice has a "why," which eventually converges into the same one.
Ye Li stared blankly at the computer screen, without an answer.
A soft laugh came from the front desk, as if the girls who had gone upstairs for their afternoon nap were returning to their workspaces.
Ye Li snapped out of her daze and clicked on the second video.
The video is very short.
Only 55 seconds.
A spacious and bright room with mint green walls and a snow-white bed.
A young woman in a white dress is sitting on the bed, combing her hair in front of the mirror on the bedside table.
Her long, straight black hair was combed smoothly and casually tied into a low ponytail.
The woman slowly turned around and smiled at the camera.
"Fu Yanci, you must take good care of him!"
"Fu Yanci, thank you! And..."
A gentle smile graced her serene face, yet tears welled in her eyes as she whispered, "...I love you!"
Bang!
It was as if she were in a movie theater, watching a gunfight movie.
The explosives were ignited, causing a deafening roar and sending flames soaring into the sky.
Ye Li stared blankly at the face frozen on the screen, her breath catching in her throat.
Li Li!!!
Countless images froze in her mind at that moment, and Ye Li's brain was momentarily stunned.
On the anniversary of Fu Mingzhen's death, she saw Li Li's name on the tombstone.
Upon seeing her, Ye Li inexplicably felt as if she had seen her somewhere before.
All the doubts were answered at this moment.
Xiao Bao.
Little Bao, who was quietly building Lego in the play area, would occasionally look up at her and smile with his eyes crinkling.
That gentle and radiant demeanor was almost identical to Li Li's on-screen smile, tears streaming down her face.
Fu Yanci, you must take good care of him!
Fu Yanci, I love you!
The day she received her marriage certificate was the first time she met Xiaobao.
Even now, Ye Li remembers her inner thoughts the moment the door opened.
picture!
They look so alike!
He's practically a miniature version of Fu Yanci!
Although I never saw what Fu Yanci looked like when he was a child, the five-year-old boy's eyes, nose, mouth, and every feature of his face looked exactly like Fu Yanci.
Standing beside him was the adult Fu Yanci.
Facing a mini version of a young Fu Yanci.
At that moment, Ye Li felt as if she were standing in a time tunnel.
At this moment, Ye Li finally understood why there were such rumors in the capital.
But is it really just a rumor?
If it's just a rumor, why has Fu Yanci never clarified in so many public occasions that Xiaobao is not his son?
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