Walking out of the hospital gate, Dawn was like a rootless duckweed, wandering aimlessly on the street. Perhaps, he should really learn to let go. Wen Qing's decisive words - "I have never really loved you", were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into his heart and becoming the symbol of all his deep love and dedication. Cruel irony. Every effort and every drop of sweat he had ever exerted seemed to have turned into nothingness at this moment, losing the meaning of existence.
The surrounding scenery gradually blurred in Dawn's eyes, and the elongated figure under the street lamp looked extremely lonely, just like his mood at the moment. He tried to recall every bit of his relationship with Wen Qing, but those once warm scenes were now like broken mirrors, reflecting his sadness. He smiled bitterly, it turns out that love can really make people so embarrassed and vulnerable.
His heart seemed to be torn apart, dripping with blood, and the pain made him unable to breathe. The beautiful memories he once had were now like sharp knives, stabbing his soul constantly, causing his world to collapse in an instant, leaving only endless darkness and despair.
The cold wind at night passed by gently like a ruthless messenger, with a biting chill, as if even nature was feeling sad for him. At dawn, he stopped and looked up at the night sky. The stars had disappeared, leaving only a waning moon hanging in the sky, exuding a cold brilliance. He suddenly understood that perhaps this was destiny, allowing him to feel the most profound loneliness and loneliness at the most painful time.
In the morning light of the weekend, like a naughty child, he crept into the bedroom. Shijun held the freshly cooked breakfast in his hand and sat gently on the edge of the bed. Yu Yan slowly stood up from the bed and whispered softly: "I'm not that fragile. You can get up and go to the living room to enjoy it."
"You are not allowed to get out of bed," Shijun said with a tone of intolerance. Doubtful and determined, "What happened yesterday almost caused you to lose our child. The doctor said that you are currently in a miscarriage crisis and need to be cared for carefully without any negligence."
Yu Yan's eyes Glittering like two crystal clear gems, she gently hugged Shijun's arm with a gentle gesture, her whole body nestled on his broad shoulders like a kitten, and said softly: "I understand. , Dear Mr. Chairman. From now on, I will be more cautious and never let our baby make any mistakes."
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Shijun's fingertips gently touched the bridge of Yuyan's nose. At this moment, a crisp ringtone from the cell phone broke the tranquility in the room. Shijun calmly picked up his cell phone from the bedside table and glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen. A trace of doubt flashed in his heart, but he still pressed the answer button calmly. "Hello, I'm Zhang Shijun." His voice is calm and magnetic, making people feel nostalgic.
On the other end of the receiver, the long silence seemed to solidify the air, making Shijun's heart tighten, thinking that the other party had quietly hung up. However, just when this silence was about to swallow everything, the voice of dawn, lowWith a slightly hoarse voice, it gave Shijun a glimmer of hope, "Chairman Zhang, I want to talk to you. Is it convenient for you now?"
"Okay, where are you now? I will immediately Set off to find you. " Shijun knew in his heart that Li Ming's appointment with him at this moment was undoubtedly related to Wen Qing. This was a fate he had to face and could not avoid. After hanging up the phone, he gently held Yu Yan's hand, his eyes full of apology, and said softly: "Yu Yan, I'm really sorry. I have something urgent to deal with. I'm afraid I can't stay with you anymore." < /p>
"I know that this trip is for company matters, right?" Yu Yan's voice was soft and delicate, like a wisp of breeze in the middle of the night, gently blowing past Shijun's ears. . There was a trace of worry in her words, like the drizzle in spring, falling on Shijun's heart bit by bit.
Shijun stood up slowly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes, like the warm sun in winter, warm and soft. He gently pressed a kiss on Yu Yan's forehead, and the affectionate kiss gently brushed Yu Yan's face.
"I know." Yu Yan's eyes looked deeply at Shijun, and there was a trace of determination in her eyes, just like the cold plums in winter, tenacious and unyielding. Shijun walked to the closet, gently opened the door, took out a coat and put it on. Immediately, he stepped out of the room with firm steps.