Who can take responsibility for me? Arriving at the hospital, Wen Tong parked the car and handed Xiao Wanqing an umbrella. The two of them walked together towards the inpatient department, each holding an umbrella – one on the left and one on the right, not too far apart. As they passed by a convenience […]
How much of her youth can she afford to waste away again? Leaving the hospital, Lin Zhan only then noticed the light rain falling from the sky. Worried that Lin Xian would get wet and catch a cold, he wanted her to wait here while he went to fetch an umbrella from the car to
Auntie Wen, please take care of her more Xiao Wanqing slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. After squatting and crying for too long, she was feeling dizzy and exhausted. She patted her forehead to clear her mind a bit and bowed her head to call Wen Tong. The call was quickly answered,
It’s me, Lin Zhan After Lin Xian left, this paradise that once had warmth and joy turned into a cold and lonely world for Xiao Wanqing. Suppressing her cries, Xiao Wanqing leaned against the closed security door, her eyes red and swollen. Her disheveled hair stuck to her tear-stained cheeks, her arms wrapped around her
Okay, I’m leaving Lin Xian took heavy steps down the stairs and, upon exiting the elevator and turning into the lobby, saw Zhou Qin bending over, struggling to catch her breath while holding on to a roadside tree not far from the building. A sense of worry surged in Lin Xian’s heart, as she quickly
I’ll go pick you up Lin Xian’s heart felt like it was being cut by a knife as she turned her head to look at her lover, who looked embarrassed and disheveled, resembling a wilted leaf in the wind. Gritting her teeth, she stubbornly insisted, “I’m not leaving.” She supported Zhou Qin, who seemed weak
Go back with your mom In the middle of the night, in the quiet, long corridors of the hospital, Shi Jinglan sat calmly on a chair, waiting for Xia Zhijin to return after paying the fees. The sound of footsteps softly approached, as Xia Zhijin walked towards Shi Jinglan under the bleak light, her face
Untitled In the room of the Shi Jinglan’s apartment, there was only a small bedside lamp illuminating the space. Wen Tong gently ran her fingers through her freshly dried hair, half-leaning on the bed, letting out a sigh of frustration. Shi Jinglan was simply a workaholic; who would come back home in the wee hours
Where are the spare keys? The email was sent to Zhou Qin’s public work email. Due to work reasons, Zhou Qin has a habit of checking her emails every night before bed. Initially, when she saw the email titled “Happy New Year” from an unknown email address, Zhou Qin thought it was just a student
Summer home field In the wee hours approaching one o’clock, Xia Zhijin arrived in Anjiang City. As soon as she got off the plane, she immediately checked her phone, hoping to see if Shi Man had replied to her calls. To her disappointment, aside from New Year greetings from friends, there were no missed calls
