Ah Long clenched his fists in anger and swung them at Cai Mengjing and Cai Mengning.
Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, her eyes suddenly reddening. She supported his arm, her voice choked with emotion, and said:
"You'll make me feel guilty, you know? I'll take you to the hospital right now."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her slender arm that was wrapped around his arm, and he no longer felt the pain from his injuries.
The two arrived at the hospital, where Wen Jiaojiao ran around paying for his medication and getting everything sorted out. After that, she went to a private room in the inpatient department.
Wen Zhaoye's face was pale, and his body was wrapped in bandages. He shifted to the side, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and said:
"Sit here and rest for a while."
Wen Jiaojiao sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed in dejection.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you again."
Wen Zhaoye looked at her slender back:
“It was all my own choice, it has nothing to do with you, you don’t need to feel burdened, and I never thought of using this method to keep you.”
Wen Jiaojiao braced herself on the edge of the bed, her shins slightly lowered, her wisps of hair falling loosely over her forehead, obscuring the complex emotions in her eyes. After three seconds, she sighed and said:
"What would you like to eat? It's already evening."
Wen Zhaoye's large hand quietly reached out to touch her slender hand placed beside him, just before they were about to touch.
He paused, startled, and withdrew his hand, his gaze shifting awkwardly to the side as he said:
"Sister Chen should have already prepared the meal at home, otherwise you can have Ah Long bring it over."
“I’ll go, he’s nowhere to be found.” Wen Jiaojiao stood up and held out her hand to him, saying, “Give me the key.”
"It stays where you put it. I haven't touched it. You can go get it yourself."
No one will ever know how deep Wen Zhaoye's love was, even though he knew Wen Jiaojiao would never come back in this lifetime.
But still fearing she might not be able to get into the house if she came back, he never touched a single one of her things.
He used to scoff at Xu Cuifen, who meticulously preserved even the cups Wen Jiaojiao had used after she ran away.
But it wasn't until recently that he realized that when it comes to someone you like, you will always leave yourself a way out and always hold onto a sliver of unseen hope.
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