His bright face instantly turned ashen, as if all the blood had been drained from his body in that moment. Sweat began to gather on his forehead, forming beads and lines that slowly slid down his cheeks, finally dripping onto his clothes, silently proclaiming his inner panic and helplessness.
"Second Young Master..."
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Rong Zhi rushed to the bedroom door, where the dean was examining Sang Yuwan.
A faint smell of medicine filled the air.
Rong Zhi's steps suddenly became heavy, as if each step carried a thousand-pound burden. Stepping on the solid ground felt like sinking into a quagmire, unable to extricate himself.
A voice suddenly rang in my ears, "Rong Zhi..."
The soft, gentle voice, like a spring breeze caressing the new green leaves, carries endless tenderness and delicacy, whispering quietly in your ear.
Rong Zhi's heart clenched, and a strange, astringent feeling welled up in his chest.
He paused, staring intently at the scene.
In my line of sight, Sang Yuwan, pale-faced, slightly raised her eyebrows, her eyes curving into crescent shapes as she smiled, shimmering with a soft light.
Those eyes were so bright, like twinkling stars in the night sky.
Her eyes were clear and bright.
Unlike before, I am no longer confused; I am now filled with curiosity.
Rong Zhi felt as if his heart had been ripped apart by sharp claws. An indescribable excitement and joy intertwined in his heart, a warm feeling welled up, and his eyes gradually moistened.
After examining Sang Yuwan, the hospital director adjusted his glasses and said, "Second Master, it's truly a miracle..."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi understood.
Sang Yuwan regained consciousness.
His tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and his steps became lighter.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, bent down, and hugged Sang Yuwan tightly.
Like holding a lost treasure.
The dean couldn't help but laugh, then walked out, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
After a while, Rong Zhi kissed Sang Yuwan's forehead, and a warm tear fell to the ground.
Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and her eyes widened slightly. "Rong Zhi, what's wrong with you?"
Rong Zhi realized he had lost his composure and slowly sat up straight. Then he turned his head and wiped the corner of his eye.
When he turned around again, there was only a gentle smile in his eyes.
"Wanwan, thank you."
The deep male voice is like a stream flowing slowly in autumn, carrying the calmness and profundity of time. Each syllable seems to rise slowly from the depths of the chest and gently fall into the listener's heart.
Sang Yuwan felt a warmth in her heart, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the corners of her mouth turned up. "Why are you thanking me?"
Rong Zhi said, "Thank you for remembering me."
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Three days later.
Accompanied by Rong Zhi, Sang Yuwan arrived at the Ming Family Cemetery.
The weather was exceptionally fine that day.
The sun was warm and there wasn't a breath of wind.
Sang Yuwan stood before Mingyu's grave, suppressing her grief, and slowly spoke.
"Uncle Ming, I've come to see you."
As soon as the words were spoken, a black butterfly landed on the tombstone and stood there quietly.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat, and a smile appeared in her eyes. "Uncle Ming, don't worry. I'll be fine."
The butterfly fluttered its wings, circled her three times, and then flew away.
Seeing this, Mingzhan said in a hoarse voice, "Wan'er, your father is very relieved."
Sang Yuwan nodded silently. After a few seconds of silence, she turned slightly and said, "Second Brother, I'm leaving."
Although Ming Zhan had prepared himself mentally, upon hearing these words, it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest tightly. Each heartbeat felt like a heavy pounding in his chest, bringing waves of indescribable pressure.
This force spread from his heart, gradually constricting his entire chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. He looked at her and asked softly, "Where to?"
Sang Yuwan looked at Rong Zhi, who was on the phone not far away, and thought, "Shangri-La."
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