"Okay, please wrap it carefully for me." Yu Yan looked at the flawless white shirt affectionately. She herself couldn't explain why she was so determined to buy this dress for Shijun. When she imagined the moment he put it on, the warm picture quietly emerged in her mind, which made her feel an inexplicable warmth. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, blooming into a gentle smile.
Yuyan completed the payment, gently picked up the clothes carefully wrapped by the clerk, and walked out of the clothing store with light steps. Then, she walked to the bicycle parked on the side of the road, stepped on the seat lightly, adjusted the direction, and continued riding the bicycle to the hospital.
Shijun stood quietly in front of Yuyan’s mother’s ward door, as motionless as a sculpture. He raised and lowered his hands, but he still could not muster the courage to knock on the door that symbolized love. The door of hope. He once believed that at the moment when he lost Wen Qing, his emotional world was like that closed door, cold and silent, and no new feelings could touch his heartstrings.
However, fate, like a mysterious light, led Yu Yan, a gentle yet strong girl, into his world at the most unexpected moment. The girl who did not hesitate to lend a helping hand in the pouring rain and saved him from danger like an angel was like a dazzling light that cut through the darkness that had been silent for a long time in his heart and illuminated the depths of his heart. Every corner.
Perhaps, from the moment Yu Yan decided to save him, their fates were closely linked and destined to leave deep traces in each other's lives. This unexpected love was both an unexpected surprise and an opportunity for him to open his heart again.
Despite this, Shijun resolutely chose to bury this emotion deeply in his heart. He firmly believed that Yuyan deserved a better happiness, and he did not want to become a fetter for her to move forward.
Shijun turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly he bumped into that familiar figure, which made his heart throb.
"Brother Zhang..." An uncontrollable excitement surged in Yu Yan's heart. When she saw Shijun standing outside the door, she couldn't help but asked in confusion: " You came here specifically to visit your mother, but why did you stand at the door and not go in? "
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"Yu Yan..." Shijun called her name softly, but he did not dare to look directly at her, seeming to dodge.
Yuyan noticed his strange mood and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Shijun turned around in pain , took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Yu Yan, we... should not meet again in the future."
"No..." Yu Yan's body seemed to be sucked away As if losing his soul, he involuntarily took a few steps back, and the items in his hands fell to the ground, and tears instantly slipped away.her cheeks.
Shijun slowly turned around and saw the bag dropped on the ground. He bent down and picked it up. Inside was a brand new men's white shirt. He stretched out his hand, handed the shirt to Yu Yan, and said in a distant tone: "Miss Fang, you have lost your things."
Yu Yan shook his head desperately and choked out: " I just bought this dress for you on the street, because I always see you wearing this white shirt..." She didn't say any more, but quickly ran back to the ward and closed the door.
Shijun's eyes were locked deeply on the closed door. In his hand, he held tightly the new shirt that Yu Yan had carefully selected for him, as if that shirt carried her feelings for him. Care and warmth. Tears fell silently, flowing slowly along his face, each drop embodying deep emotion.