It was already past midnight, and the urge to sleep was creeping up on her uncontrollably. Su Mo remained quiet and didn't make a sound.
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Despite reminding myself that there was someone else beside me, clarity was slowly swallowed up by a heavy drowsiness.
Before I knew it, my head was tilted back and pressed against the back of the chair. The next second, I lost consciousness and fell into darkness.
When Jiang Jianhuan suddenly woke up, the chair was empty, and the bright white light in the corridor was still shining overhead, emitting a dazzling and cold light.
She was wearing a black coat.
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Jiang Xin woke up in the early morning.
Aside from looking a little weak and pale, he seemed to be in relatively good spirits. Jiang Jianhuan spoke to him for a few minutes, while Yi Qingxue moistened his lips with a cotton swab. After spending some time with the two of them, she went downstairs to buy breakfast.
As they went upstairs, they ran into Bai Qiu. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked haggard, as if he had just worked a night shift. Jiang Jianhuan immediately offered to give him the money.
"No need," Bai Qiu said, taking off her glasses and rubbing her temples as she declined.
"The money was paid by Su Mo, it has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Jianhuan stood there, stunned.
Bai Qiu put his glasses back on and gave her a meaningful look.
"you do not know?"
"Yes, I didn't mention it when I saw him yesterday."
"Okay." Bai Qiu nodded and entered the elevator, her face still bearing that unfathomable expression.
Jiang Xin stayed in the hospital for almost half a month and recovered well. He had been clamoring to be discharged for a long time, but Jiang Jianhuan was worried and followed the doctor's advice. Only after all the examinations showed that everything was fine did he agree to go through the discharge procedures.
Before you know it, it's time to repay the bank loan again. Jiang Jianhuan's three Spring Festival-themed design drafts were selected, and the salary and bonus he received were quite substantial.
She mentally calculated how much money she could pay back to Su Mo first.
Jiang Jianhuan saw him one more time after that night.
It was still late at night. Su Mo sat beside her, looking exhausted. Jiang Jianhuan asked about the medical expenses.
Su Mo only responded softly twice. Then, Jiang Jianhuan mentioned that he would return the money to him. After she finished speaking, no one replied for a long time. Just as she was about to turn her head, a head fell onto her shoulder.
Su Mo had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, as if she were asleep.
For some inexplicable reason, Jiang Jianhuan didn't push him away, probably because she lingered on that trace of his warmth and scent.
Nighttime strips away the daytime shell of a person, revealing their true vulnerability beneath.
During this period, I have been running between the hospital and the company every day, carrying a heavy burden on my shoulders. I am already very tired, but I cannot show any weakness, because I am afraid that if I fall, I will never be able to stand up again.
However, he appeared on this deserted night.
Jiang Jianhuan always felt that she had an almost limitless tolerance for Su Mo. The only time she hardened her heart towards him was when she left him and cut off all contact for three whole years.
That serious injury left her with a deep sense of powerlessness.
Jiang Xin had returned to the countryside to recuperate. It was a rare treat that Jiang Jianhuan didn't have to go to the hospital after get off work. She went home and slept until noon the next day.
The winter sun was exceptionally warm and bright, and the cries of vendors could be heard from downstairs. Outside the window, the trees in the distance swayed gently in the breeze under the blue sky and white clouds.
Unexpectedly peaceful and quiet.
Jiang Jianhuan suddenly realized that he hadn't received any calls asking for money in a long time, and that he hadn't been harassed by debt collectors.
They probably all backed down after learning about Jiang Xin's hospitalization.
She was lost in thought when she was caught off guard by a message from the bank that afternoon.
"What?" Jiang Jianhuan was a little doubtful that she was dreaming.
She bit her lip, trying her best to suppress the trembling that welled up inside her.
"Then may I ask, who was the person who paid off my debts?"
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Jiang Jianhuan took a taxi and rushed to the downstairs of Su Mo's studio.
On Saturday, the room was empty, with light streaming in through the half-drawn curtains, casting a dim glow.
She had no time to pay attention to anything else, and went straight to the innermost part, pushed open the door to Su Mo's workroom, and raised her voice, which was full of accusation.
"Su Mo, why did you do this?"
"What right do you have to do this?!"
He seemed completely unsurprised by Jiang Jianhuan's anger.
Su Mo stood in the shadows, his expression unclear, but he silently watched her. After a moment, he whispered.
"I just wanted to do it, so I did it."
Did you get my permission?!
"You won't agree." He glanced at Jiang Jianhuan, his tone matter-of-fact and unwavering in his belief in her. Although his voice was soft and showed weakness, Jiang Jianhuan's anger surged to her head.
There was more embarrassment and resentment in it than anything else.