Chapter 662 Blindness
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo suddenly stopped in her tracks, turned around and stared intently at him, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Help me investigate the truth? I'm afraid that even if the truth is really uncovered, you will help to conceal it, or even distort it, so that I won't know."
Having dealt with Gong Lian so many times, she had a fairly clear understanding of what kind of person he was.
This person has his own purpose in everything he does, his plans are meticulous, and he is deep in thought. He is someone that someone like her can't see through or understand.
"In your eyes, am I such a treacherous and despicable person?" Gong Lian's eyes were filled with sadness, and his gaze flickered. "Sang Ruo, you have a deep misunderstanding of me. I am not as bad as you imagine."
He admitted that what he had done to her before was a bit excessive, but it was all because of Bo Jinyan.
He became like that because he hated the house because of its inhabitants. Now that he has changed, can't she at least slightly change her opinion of him?
Sang Ruo felt she hadn't misread anything: "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, you know in your heart. I'm warning you, don't touch me lightly again. If you provoke me, you won't get away with it! You should go back and love your Wen Qingyi properly! I'm not right for you!"
She didn't want anything to do with him, so why couldn't he just let her go?
"I've said it before, Wen Qingyi is a thing of the past, I don't love her at all now." Gong Lian boldly confessed to her, his eyes passionate and direct: "The person I love now is you."
Wen Qingyi?
From the moment Wen Qingyi confessed her feelings for Bo Jinyan at their engagement ceremony, his feelings for her had vanished. Why should he care about her feelings?
Sang Ruo had never found the word "love" so jarring: "What do you know about love! You fall in love with every girl you meet, you flirt with everyone, you leave your mark everywhere. First you loved Wen Qingyi, then suddenly you stopped loving her, and you say you love me? Do you really understand what love is?"
True love is about mutual respect, mutual understanding, mutual support, and weathering storms together.
Instead of falling in love with every girl he meets, like him, who was all lovey-dovey with Wen Qingyi one second and then standing here saying he loves her the next.
It is ethereal and elusive, both real and unreal.
"Why do you portray me as a libertine?" Gong Lian considered himself to be chaste and upright, and from beginning to end, he had only ever loved one woman, Wen Qingyi: "I am chaste and upright. Besides Wen Qingyi, who else have I ever loved? Why are you so resistant to my love?"
He talks about love all the time, but in reality, he's a womanizer and a philanderer.
Damn it, you're mentally challenged.
Sang Ruo was too lazy to argue with him anymore, so she turned around and left. This time, he didn't stop her or say anything, but just silently followed behind her.
Sang Ruo didn't realize he was following her at first, but when they got on the elevator, the man used his height advantage to turn around and squeeze in, making her suddenly realize that he hadn't left at all. She was instantly annoyed: "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Does she really have to kick him out in front of so many people?
Can't you have any shame?
"I'm already here, so I'll go up and check on Bo Jinyan's injuries."
Gong Lian meant well, caring for her and worried that she might overwork herself: "See if I can help in any way. After all, you've just recovered from a serious illness and were discharged from the hospital not long ago. You're still very weak and shouldn't overwork yourself."
He seemed genuinely concerned about her, but Sang Ruo felt an inexplicable aversion to him: "Save your sweet talk for other girls."
She didn't know about others, but to her it was quite eerie.
Like a venomous snake that follows you year-round, flicking its tongue at you, waiting for the perfect moment to bite you back!
"I will make you change your mind about me."
This statement reveals a certain determination to win, as well as a subtle possessiveness.
With a ding, the elevator doors suddenly opened.
Sang Ruo ignored him and went straight out to Bo Jinyan's ward. She went in, locked the door, and prevented him from entering.
Gong Lian was both amused and exasperated by Sang Ruo's actions. Was she really that wary of him?
So much so that he wasn't even allowed to enter Bo Jinyan's hospital room?
But he wasn't angry. Instead, he stood by the wall outside the door, not showing his face. From inside, it was as if Gong Lian had left; he couldn't be seen at all.
Sang Ruo breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was outside the door.
Just as she was wiping Bo Jinyan's face, Bo Jinyan, whose eyes had been tightly closed, suddenly twitched his eyelids and then slowly opened them. However, his eyes were lifeless and looked frighteningly empty. He murmured, "Xiao Ruo, why didn't you turn on the light?"
Why turn off the lights when it's so dark?
Upon hearing this, Sang Ruo's nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she held back her sobs so he wouldn't notice anything amiss: "Ayan, I turned on the light, but the doctor said there's some blood clot in your brain that's pressing on your optic nerve, so..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bo Jinyan interrupted her, saying, "So, my eyes are blind? My eyes are blind, aren't they?"
Compared to Sang Ruo's emotional fluctuations, Bo Jinyan's voice sounded unusually calm, like a stagnant pool, with no ripples on its calm surface.
“Ayan, the doctor said this is only short-term and won’t last long.” Sang Ruo said this as if she was comforting him, but also as if she was comforting herself: “Don’t worry, I will definitely ask the best ophthalmologist in the city to treat you.”
Neither of them was short of money. Her business was thriving. Although the clinic was destroyed, resulting in a loss of a considerable income, she still had the skills she learned from her grandfather, so she didn't have to worry about not having food to eat.
Moreover, she also has a traditional Chinese culture studio, so there's no way she wouldn't be unable to find a suitable ophthalmologist to treat him.
"Or, I can do acupuncture for you to help you recover..."
She thought she was saying this to comfort him, but after listening, Bo Jinyan showed no emotion whatsoever, remaining calm and composed: "Are you comforting me or yourself? You and I both know that the chances of that happening are pitifully small."
When the doctor said he was blind, it was tantamount to giving him a death sentence.
There's no way to save her.
He had heard this kind of common doctor's rhetoric enough when Xiao Ru was hospitalized.
They say there's a certain probability, but in reality, that probability is less than 30%. Who can guarantee that they'll be lucky enough to be among that lucky 30%?
Even a Bodhisattva wouldn't dare say that.
“No, Ayan, the doctor said you’ll regain your sight after the blood clot in your brain disappears, and the chances are very high.” Sang Ruo’s voice was urgent, as if she were desperately trying to prove something: “Do you believe in yourself, Ayan?”
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