Xia Xuan stopped in her tracks, gazing at the harmonious, warm, and beautiful atmosphere in the ward. If being sick was considered a blessing, then this place should be filled with joy and happiness, not worry, sadness, and hatred.
He forgot that after their passionate encounter in Huangshan, he cleaned away the white burn residue, but there was no trace of the blood from their first time; he forgot the rumors surrounding Xiao Qiqi since she was twelve, about her relationships with various men; he forgot that he had once bought her emergency contraception at the pharmacy; he forgot that she had stomach aches in early June; he forgot watching her walk into a hotel with another boy; he forgot that she had said, "If you dare to find another woman, I'll find another man..."
He had forgotten it for a time, but now he remembered it so clearly.
Looking at those two hands, fingers intertwined, a large hand holding a pale small hand, two heads, one slightly lowered, the other slightly raised in greeting, lying quietly in a room on such a summer afternoon. She was on the bed, he was kneeling beside her legs. It was so harmonious, so natural.
Xia Xuan silently closed the door, his earlier impulsiveness and regret gone, replaced by endless loneliness. He slowly put on a smile and left. Xu Chun also opened the door, quietly taking one last look at Xiao Qiqi, and silently said, "I'm sorry," before following Xia Xuan away.
Inside the still comfortable and luxurious Mercedes-Benz, the atmosphere remained oppressive and strange.
"Come here." Xia Xuan had been looking out the window at the fleeting farmland, fields, villages, mountains, and trees when she suddenly spoke, startling Xu Chun.
Xu Chun moved closer and sat down next to Xia Xuan. Xia Xuan remained motionless, but closed her eyes and remained silent.
"Xia Xuan, is something wrong?" Xu Chun asked hesitantly, looking at Xia Xuan blankly. Xia Xuan still had her eyes closed, her soft curves, perfect features, and even the faint smile at the corner of her mouth were so captivating.
"Xu Chun, tell me what happiness is?" Xia Xuan didn't even open her eyes, but reached out and accurately grabbed Xu Chun's hair, forcing her to look up. "You're feeling good now, aren't you?" Sarcasm, indifference, and ruthlessness struck Xu Chun's heart with every word, a sin she couldn't shake off for years.
"Do you know? You're so close to success, just one step away." Xia Xuan grabbed Xu Chun's hair, opened her moon-like eyes, and smiled calmly. "Do you know why I brought you along? Before just now, I wasn't quite sure myself—was it revenge against Xiao Qiqi or to shoulder my responsibilities? But just now I understood. Growing up always involves gains and losses. My gains and losses were merely circling around the edge of love. There's no greater heartbreak than this. I never understood my mother's pain before, but today I understand that love alone isn't everything. Xu Chun, I finally understand, so I'm even more determined to bring you along. Because you're a good woman." Xia Xuan's voice trailed off as she leaned close to Xu Chun's ear and whispered, "Do you know who Xia Haolin is? Who is Xia Yexin? Xu Chun, the world that awaits you and me will be wonderful, do you understand?"
Xu Chun shook her head in astonishment, looking at Xia Xuan's smiling face in disbelief. "Xia Xuan, you're scaring me."
"Don't be afraid, as long as you hold firm to your heart, you will definitely get what you want." Xia Xuan became unusually gentle, stroking Xu Chun's soft hair. "Just remember, your world will definitely be wonderful." She smiled but abruptly added, "You are indeed a beauty in the making."
Xu Chun was stunned once again. It wasn't until many years later that she finally understood the meaning that sentence held for her. But when we look back on that time, do we feel regret or remain the same? No one knows, because even Xu Chun herself couldn't tell whether it was regret, hatred, resentment, or love.
She wasn't a bad girl, but the inhuman torment she had endured since childhood had given her a deeper cunning than her peers. She was a woman blinded by so-called love, more mad and possessive than most, lacking tolerance and love for the world. The cruelty of the world had made her look at people with hatred.
Youthful love vanished just like that.
Perhaps it's due to misunderstandings, perhaps due to pride, perhaps due to responsibility, perhaps due to friendship, perhaps due to love, perhaps due to a lack of security, perhaps due to a lack of communication, or perhaps due to a lack of trust.
Xiao Qiqi and Xia Xuan, in this way, interacted and fell in love in such an indescribable, naive, and obscure way, each guarding the last line of defense in their hearts, until they silently brushed past each other. None of us could change it.
Volume Two: A Love as Deep as Water
I. Coma (a)
Chen Yuanxing withdrew money, paid the bill, and sauntered along with his long legs as he made his way to the operating room through the hospital corridor, which was filled with the unique smell of medicine and disinfectant. Yu Yao saw him from afar and called out, "Hey, your girlfriend is out and has been taken to room 511. Where have you been?"
Chen Yuanxing glared at her irritably: "You're not deaf, why are you shouting so loudly?" Yu Yao raised her eyebrows, about to speak. Dr. Yu peeked out and looked at Chen Yuanxing: "Are you the family member of that female patient from earlier?"
Chen Yuanxing shrugged: "I guess so."
Dr. Yu frowned: "Come with me." He told Yu Yao to take the medical records and beckoned Chen Yuanxing to walk towards the inpatient department in the back. Chen Yuanxing hesitated for a few steps. Now that the money had been paid and he was considered a sucker, he could only wait for the violent woman to wake up before settling accounts. So he followed without saying a word.
"Boyfriend?" Dr. Yu, a man in his fifties, looked Chen Yuanxing up and down and shook his head helplessly. "You young people these days..."
Chen Yuanxing hung his head. What's wrong with these past few days? Every time these people start talking about "you young people," what's wrong with young people?
Dr. Yu continued, "Youthful passion isn't something to be ashamed of, but you absolutely must be careful about contraception. Look at what's happened now! Abortion is no joke. You took the pills, but you didn't even consider whether your body could handle it. You went drinking right after the abortion." Dr. Yu's eyes were fixed on Chen Yuanxing, and her nagging and kind demeanor made Chen Yuanxing want to disappear into the ground. "Abortion is extremely damaging to a woman's body, almost like childbirth. You're still young, so you might not understand, but it'll be too late once something goes wrong. Look at your girlfriend now, her life is ruined. How are you going to face yourselves, your families, and your future?"
Chen Yuanxing then realized he hadn't asked Xiao Qiqi how she was, and looked up to say, "Wait, doctor, how is she now?"
Dr. Yu pointed at Chen Yuanxing and turned to Yu Yao, saying, "Little Yu, look at this young man. Sigh, you'd better be careful in the future. You have to be serious and proper when making friends."
Chen Yuanxing gritted his teeth inwardly, wishing he could kick this nagging old man like a soccer ball, but he held back and lowered his head. Seeing that Chen Yuanxing's attitude was better, Dr. Yu shifted his focus away from Yu Yao's lecture: "Your girlfriend's dilation and curettage wasn't complete, so she had another surgery. But the alcohol poisoning caused a high fever, leading to severe inflammation. Her fallopian tubes were injured during the miscarriage, and her uterine wall was also damaged, causing inflammation and blockage. She'll definitely be infertile in the future. She's still unconscious. With proper care, once the fever subsides, her life will be fine."
"What? Infertility?" Although Chen Yuanxing didn't understand the connection between all these words, he clearly heard the word "infertility" and understood its significance for a woman. He jumped up in surprise.
"Are you scared now?" The group had already entered the elevator of the hospital building. Dr. Yu looked at Chen Yuanxing with disdain. "What kind of boyfriend are you? Didn't you know your girlfriend had an abortion? How could you let her go drinking after an abortion? She had a fever all night and you didn't even take her to the hospital. So, you young people are becoming more and more irresponsible."
"Yes, yes, yes." Chen Yuanxing nodded hastily, hoping the doctor would spare his breath, as he heard the doctor start lecturing "you young people" again. "Doctor, please stop lecturing me and treat her quickly! What a terrible thing it would be if this woman couldn't have children in the future!"
Seeing Chen Yuanxing's sincere tone, Dr. Yu's initial aversion lessened considerably. "It's impossible to say for sure right now; we can only wait and see how her recovery progresses and the inflammation subsides. However..."
"But what?" Chen Yuanxing was indeed a little nervous. Although this senior sister was not related to him, they were still destined to meet, and he couldn't just stand by and watch her die.
"However, in my experience, the chances of her recovering are very slim." Dr. Yu's last words chilled Chen Yuanxing to the bone. Seeing the elevator arrive, Chen Yuanxing shuffled inside, staring at the flashing numbers in deep thought. Damn it, what heartless man could be? Such a beautiful girl ruined like this. But his senior sister was so careless with herself; such a serious miscarriage, how could she dare to get drunk? Chen Yuanxing suddenly remembered a flash of something—last night when he saw his senior sister, there seemed to be a boy following her from a distance, but he hadn't paid attention at the time and couldn't be sure if it was him.
Seeing Chen Yuanxing's furrowed brows and troubled expression, and thinking of the girl who had just been wheeled out of the operating room, so weak and frail after having all her flesh and blood drained away, Yu Yao realized how pitiful she was. She couldn't help but ask, "Are you...are you alright?"
The elevator rang at that moment. Chen Yuanxing snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Yu Yao with a wry smile, and got out of the elevator. He was even less energetic and followed Dr. Yu's footsteps toward 511.
“I’m her attending physician. You’ll have to stay with her for the next few days. She’s not completely out of danger yet. She has a high fever and her immune system is at its weakest. If she weren’t young and healthy, I don’t know how badly things would have turned out.” As he spoke, Dr. Yu pushed open the door to room 511.
Chen Yuanxing looked up, stunned, at Xiao Qiqi, who lay unconscious facing the door. Her pale face had a few unnatural flushes, and against the snow-white sheets, she looked as lifeless and weak as petals fallen after rain. Even her thin hands seemed barely able to withstand the IV drip. Her short hair was all matted together on her forehead, and her thick, black eyelashes were dull and lifeless, like night butterflies that had lost their luster. Chen Yuanxing sighed, went over, and touched her face. "Doctor, she's still so hot? When will her fever break?"
Dr. Yu took the medical record, noted the time, and then came over. He pushed Chen Yuanxing aside, opened Xiao Qiqi's eyelids, and touched her forehead. "The fever has subsided a lot." Without waiting for instructions, Yu Yao took out a thermometer and put it in Xiao Qiqi's arm.
Chen Yuanxing watched as Yu Yao pulled Xiao Qiqi's hand out from under the covers. Her slender, thin arm was barely a handful inside the large blue and white hospital gown, yet her hand was clenched tightly, as if grasping at something with all her might. Yu Yao put down the thermometer and tried to pry Xiao Qiqi's hand open. "Why is her hand clenched so tightly?" She tried several times, but it wouldn't loosen. Turning to Chen Yuanxing, she asked, "Is there something in her hand? She's been like this since we brought her to the hospital. Clenching it too tightly is bad for blood circulation."
Chen Yuanxing came over, took Xiao Qiqi's hand, and tried to pry her tightly clenched fingers open. They were really tight; how could she have so much strength while unconscious? He shook his head: "I can't pry them open."
Dr. Yu was recording the patient's condition when he glanced up and said, "That's because the patient is tense and in pain, which makes her feel insecure even in her sleep. You can't force her like this. Hold her hand and gently rub, stroke, and comfort her. When she feels warmth or security, she will let go."
Chen Yuanxing had just let go of Xiao Qiqi's hand when he heard this, so he had no choice but to hold it back and simply sat down on the bedside chair next to him.
"37.8 degrees Celsius." Yu Yao bent down in front of Chen Yuanxing, took out the thermometer from Xiao Qiqi's clothes, glanced at it, and said to Doctor Yu. Doctor Yu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, "It has finally gone down a lot. If it hadn't dropped below 38 degrees Celsius, even if this person woke up, he would probably have become mentally disabled."
Dr. Yu glanced at Xiao Qiqi's eyelids again before preparing to leave. Yu Yao, who was Dr. Yu's intern, naturally followed her out.
"Hey, wait a minute." Chen Yuanxing suddenly called out to Yu Yao. Yu Yao turned around in surprise and looked at Chen Yuanxing seriously. "What's wrong? Tell the nurse if you have something to say, and they will find a doctor. This medicine is finished, remember to go next door and find a nurse to change it."
"No." Chen Yuanxing peeked out and saw that Doctor Yu had already left. He lowered his voice and said, "To tell you the truth, you have to believe me, she really isn't my girlfriend. She... is actually a friend of mine's girlfriend. That friend graduated and went to the south, so he had no idea about this, which is why she ended up with me."
Yu Yao looked at Chen Yuanxing in confusion, "Why are you telling me all this? I don't care what your relationship is!"
"Sigh!" Chen Yuanxing sighed dramatically, "I'm afraid the beautiful lady will misunderstand, so I must explain clearly."
Yu Yao then realized that Chen Yuanxing was intentionally trying to get close to her, and a blush crept across her face. "Pah! What kind of person is he? His girlfriend is still in the hospital..."
"I swear she's really not my girlfriend!" Chen Yuanxing quickly raised his hand to declare, "I'll say it again."
Seeing the helplessness in his eyes, Yu Yao recalled his behavior when he was first admitted to the hospital and had actually begun to believe him to some extent, but he refused to admit it. "Who believes you!" he said, then smiled and turned to leave.
"Hey, pretty little doctor, I forgot something." Chen Yuanxing called out from behind again. Yu Yao turned around and frowned. "What is it now?"
Chen Yuanxing chuckled and lowered his voice, "Little doctor, you smell really nice."
"Go to hell!" Yu Yao stomped her foot, her true nature as a little girl revealed. Her face flushed red, she turned and ran away quickly. After a few steps, she realized she seemed to be acting very strangely; she should have gone over and slapped that womanizing young master.
Seeing Yu Yao flee as if running away, Chen Yuanxing couldn't help but laugh triumphantly. His prank had succeeded, and he felt much better.
Yu Yao heard his smug laughter from afar, and stomped her foot angrily, but a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. That boy wasn't actually that hateful.
Chen Yuanxing kneaded Xiao Qiqi's pale hand, "Sigh, senior sister, what happened to you? Why are you humiliating yourself like this? Why are you clenching your fists so tightly? Let go."
Chen Yuanxing buried his head on the sheets, yawned, and, feeling incredibly sleepy, gently rubbed Xiao Qiqi's hand. "Senior sister," he said, "you're so fierce and prone to crying, what man could stand you like this? Sigh, all the men are scared away by you, aren't they? Poor senior sister, I wonder which jerk made you like this. If I catch him, I'll make him pay me back!" Right now, Chen Yuanxing's biggest thought was to catch that man, kick him a few times, and make him pay! Otherwise, his father would really think he was messing around like him.
Muttering and fuming, Chen Yuanxing's sleepiness grew stronger and stronger, and he didn't care about anything else, soon falling into a deep sleep.
The two men had different dreams, yet both dreamt of the tall, slender figure that had once lingered outside room 511. One dreamt of a silent cry, the other of a furious curse. Neither of them could wake up in time to witness the figure, just a few steps away, gazing intently at them.
II. Coma (II)
Xiao Qiqi seemed to be having a very distant dream. She clenched her fists, clutching the promise of the magical brush from Huangshan that had plunged her into the abyss of happiness, and ran and ran until she was utterly exhausted, yet still felt lost, without direction, and nowhere to go. The weakness and powerlessness after her soul was drained caused her to fall into a deep sleep, a sleep filled with boundless darkness. She cried out, wept, and suffered, but still could not find an exit, could not find the sunlight, until she was unbearably thirsty, still struggling in vain, filled with despair. In her dream, someone seemed to approach, then seem to leave. Someone gently stroked her clenched hand, someone whispered in her ear. She slowly turned around and found that beyond the darkness that had terrified her for so long, there was a bright door. The fresh air outside seemed tangible, the bright sunlight was delightful, and the flowing sound made her unable to resist calling out.
"Water..." Chen Yuanxing was startled awake by a soft gasp. Still half-asleep, he burrowed his head under the covers, scratching his hand impatiently. "Big Bear, so noisy!" He scratched again, but wait, he couldn't feel anything. Was it not his own hand? Chen Yuanxing jerked his head out of the covers, opening his eyes to a sea of white. Looking at his hand, he was annoyed for a moment, only to find it was a soft, pale little hand. Chen Yuanxing then remembered that he wasn't in his dorm, but in a hospital, accompanying a senior female student who was inexplicably clutching his hand. Chen Yuanxing looked at the hand in his palm. Oh, slender but slightly pale, it had loosened. Turning his palm over, he saw a mess—covered in shockingly red fingernail marks, some areas even broken. Chen Yuanxing shook his head. This senior female student was not only violent towards others, but also towards him!
"...Water." Xiao Qiqi called out weakly again. Chen Yuanxing leaned close to Xiao Qiqi's still pale lips and listened carefully. It turned out she wanted water. Turning his head, he saw a white figure floating by the door and hurriedly called out, "Doctor! Doctor!"
Hearing the call, nurse Wang Yan turned and came in, checking the IV fluids. "They won't need changing for a while. Is there a problem?"
"She, she seems to be saying she wants some water." Chen Yuanxing pointed at Xiao Qiqi, looking at the nurse with pleading eyes. He had never done anything like taking care of patients in a hospital before and really didn't know what to do.
Wang Yan pointed to the water bottle on the bedside table, "Isn't the water bottle here? There's hot water at the end of the hallway, just go get some yourself."
"Huh? We have to fetch water ourselves?" Chen Yuanxing scratched his head.
Seeing his troubled look, Wang Yan smiled and said, "You've never taken care of anyone before, have you? You can't do everything yourself. She can't move on her own while lying in bed. The fact that she wants water means she's about to wake up." As she was about to leave, she added, "You'll have to keep an eye on her tonight. Her fever hasn't gone down yet, and she'll need to keep getting this IV drip. After that, you'll have to go to the nurses' room next door and ask the nurse on duty to change her dressing."
Chen Yuanxing watched Wang Yan leave, cursing his bad luck. He angrily kicked the bed leg, then turned and howled, hugging his leg and spinning around. Why use his own foot to vent his anger? He resignedly fetched water, only to find there were no cups, and his stomach started growling again. Chen Yuanxing sighed again, thinking of leaving to buy something to eat, but then worried that Xiao Qiqi might suddenly wake up, and the IV drip was almost finished. He decided to wait until the drip was changed.
Chen Yuanxing looked around the four-person ward with a sigh. There weren't many patients in the hospital at the moment, which meant that Xiao Qiqi had a ward all to herself. He rubbed his aching back. Luckily, there was a bed, so he could get some sleep at night. Otherwise, it would have really killed him.
"Hello, Number Four." Wang Yan pushed open the door and came in again. Chen Yuanxing looked around; there was no one else. But when did he become "Number Four"? "Are you going to stay with me tonight?"
"Nurse, didn't you just say you wanted me to watch over her tonight?" Chen Yuanxing asked sarcastically, preferring to wash his hands of the matter.
Wang Yan ignored his strange tone, "This hospital has a rule that there's an extra charge for accompanying patients. It's thirty yuan a night. Don't say you didn't know that when it comes to calculating medical expenses."
"What? It's even worse than a cheap motel?" Chen Yuanxing shouted again, referring to the Black people's hospital.
"If you think it's too expensive, then don't accompany me. Don't worry if I wake up at night or something happens." Wang Yan had seen many patients' families like this, so she couldn't be nice to them either. She ignored Chen Yuanxing and left.
"Hey, nurse." Chen Yuanxing chased after her again. Wang Yan turned around, frowning. "What now? Didn't I explain it to you clearly?"
"Nurse, don't be so fierce, okay? A pretty face doesn't look good when you frown." Chen Yuanxing, always quick with a sweet tongue, grinned at Wang Yan. Women are naturally drawn to beauty, and Chen Yuanxing was handsome; a few sweet words were enough to make Wang Yan smile, and her voice softened considerably. "Okay, what is it?"
“Pretty nurse, look, I’ve been on duty all day. Everyone needs to go out and get something to eat, right? Look, she doesn’t even have a cup to drink water.”
Wang Yan understood what he meant and said with a smile, "Alright, I know what you mean. You're going out for a while and we're keeping an eye on her, right?"
"Oh my, sister is beautiful and smart!" Chen Yuanxing said with a forced smile.
"Alright, hurry up and go. The inpatient ward closes at 10 o'clock tonight, so come back early. We can only watch over her IV drip and handle some emergencies; there's nothing else we can do to help."
"Thank you, sister." Chen Yuanxing waved happily to Wang Yan, then breathed a sigh of relief and ran out of the building like the wind. The smell of this hospital was unbearable. Chen Yuanxing took a breath and looked at the eight-story inpatient building. The white building, the blue glass, the matchbox-like windows, all nailed with sturdy iron bars, looked like a prison.
The phone rang. Chen Yuanxing glanced at it; it was from the dorm. "Da Xiong, when are you leaving?" Chen Yuanxing was carrying a bag of things in one hand and answering the phone with the other. "I'll come back to see you off in a bit... Me? I'm not leaving tonight. Oh no, my plane ticket is still in my pocket." Chen Yuanxing quickly gave Da Xiong a few instructions and hailed a taxi.
"Hey, sister, is it really not possible? Can you just help me cancel my ticket? Aren't you familiar with the airport?" A polite voice came from the other end. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, security will be in half an hour. Your ticket can only be refunded at the airport." Chen Yuanxing said thank you helplessly, hung up the phone, and looked at the ticket in his hand. More than a thousand yuan was gone again. If he rushed to the airport now, he might still be able to get some money back, but would he be able to get back to the hospital by nine o'clock? Chen Yuanxing pushed open the car door dejectedly and took a long stride to run, but was stopped loudly by the taxi driver behind him. He had forgotten to pay. What bad luck! The ticket money, the taxi fare, and the cost of these daily necessities and meals—he had to get it all back from that woman named Xiao Qiqi! Thinking about making amends, Chen Yuanxing's mood finally improved a little.
The phone rang again. Chen Yuanxing didn't even look at it before shouting, "I'll be there soon, Da Xiong, you..." Before he could finish, a soprano voice interrupted him, "Student, when are you coming to pick up your girlfriend's luggage?" Chen Yuanxing was already used to the word "girlfriend," so he didn't react angrily. He politely called her "Auntie" and then patiently explained, "Auntie, I'm a third-year student at K University. I'm really not familiar with Xiao Qiqi from room 402. Auntie, you should be able to contact her family, right? If possible, I'd like to ask..."
“Hey classmate, I don’t care which university you’re from, but our building starts renovations on the 5th, and we’re cleaning up the dorm trash tomorrow. If you don’t take her luggage, we’re going to have to dispose of it as garbage.” The auntie on the other end clearly had no patience for Chen Yuanxing’s explanation. “That’s it then, you can come over and take her luggage later.” Then came the crisp sound of her hanging up. Chen Yuanxing was speechless.
Chen Yuanxing stood in the middle of K University's campus, looking at the dark, solemn buildings in the distance. He had never noticed how oppressive they seemed before; today, they just looked sad and awkward. He sighed helplessly and dialed the dorm number. "Hey, Big Bear, I have something to do, I can't see you off. You're a grown man, get out of here, but leave my game console behind, don't accidentally take it home as your own property." Big Bear hadn't expected him to see him off at all, grinning as he patted the game console in his backpack. "Of course not, Young Master. By the way, don't be too crazy, hurry up and get out of here, the dorm is being renovated this year, we have to leave early." It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. Chen Yuanxing yelled, "What? Weren't we supposed to stay until the middle of the month? What kind of lousy renovation is this! When do we have to leave?" Big Bear was in a good mood, leaving through the west gate to take the bus to the station. "Maybe around the 5th or 6th, you can still enjoy a couple more days." Chen Yuanxing wiped the sweat from his brow. Thank goodness it wasn't the 3rd, or he would have gone crazy. After chatting with Da Xiong for a couple more minutes, Chen Yuanxing put down his phone and turned to head towards University A.
Carrying Xiao Qiqi's large bag, Chen Yuanxing sat down in front of Building 7. He looked up at the window still adorned with floral patterns and gritted his teeth. This woman hadn't even checked her luggage! Carrying so much stuff was going to kill her! Thinking this, he simply pulled the bag aside to a pile of various un-moved miscellaneous items and rummaged through the small pouches inside. They contained documents, phones, batteries, tissues, and the like—he'd keep them. The large bag… Chen Yuanxing hesitated. Rummaging through a bag without permission seemed impolite, but he couldn't care less. Did she want to exhaust him with all this stuff? He opened it—clothes, shoes, cosmetics, hair ties, and a bunch of other miscellaneous trinkets, especially a huge stack of books. Clothes and shoes? Keeping them when they're so ugly? Throw them all away. What, a big teddy bear? Chen Yuanxing tossed it aside. He was fed up with this childish woman. Books? Throw them all away. If she wanted to be a female PhD, she could just buy new books! Oh, something seems off. He picked up a few more books, opened them, and quickly closed them again. Although he was very curious, he still had his own moral standards. Should he keep them for that woman or not? He gritted his teeth and sneered. This senior sister had made such a big mess after graduation. I don't think she would have any happy memories. Keeping them would only cause her more pain later.
Chen Yuanxing finally stood up, weighed his bag which was almost full, and smiled happily; the weight was acceptable. He cheerfully picked up the bicycle left in the bike shed, whistled, glanced back at the pile of colorful trash, and walked away with a flourish.