n our wedding night, if he knew, he would definitely come for me!"Gu Jingyang's face changed.Qiao Ruo Xing continued, "And what about your own messes You better keep your mouth shut, or one day if you...Qiao Ruo Xing's words were all stuck in her throat, unable to utter a single one.

How could Gu Jingyan be her reliance!

"Jo Ro Xing"

Gu Jingyan raised his voice, the eerie silence on the other end made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

"It took a few seconds for Qiao Ruoxing's voice to come over, "I have something on today, can we reschedule"

Gu Jingyan sneered, "Another time Qiao Ruoxing, do you think I'm as idle as you You've been saying you want a divorce, and when it matters, you disappear. What do you really want"

Joe was pale and his voice raspy, "I really have something to do today, I can't leave. Tell me when you're free, choose the time, I'll be there on time."

"I don't have time to play games with you!"

After coldly dropping that sentence, Gu Jingyan hung up the phone.

Qiaoqiao clenched her phone and chuckled after a long silence.

Every time, when she needed Gu Jingyan the most, he was always absent. After having her hopes dashed so many times, she suddenly stopped expecting anything from him.

She sat alone in the silent waiting room, passing a long hour until the nurse came to inform her of the transfer. Only then did she wake up.

He Yu-rou was rescued without any major incident, but the doctor told Qiao Ruoxing that her mother's bodily functions were showing obvious signs of deterioration. This wasn't a good sign, and she should be mentally prepared.

Jiaojiao thanked the doctor and sent him away. She asked the nurse to help her draw a basin of hot water.

Seeing her go to get a towel, the caregiver hurriedly said, "Miss Qiao, let me do it."

"It's okay, I can do it myself. Sis, you should rest. I'll call you if I need anything."

Upon hearing this, the caregiver also left.

Joeo Xing wrung the water out of the towel and sat on the bed wiping He Yu Rou's body.

Six years have passed since the accident, and He Yurou has been lying in bed in this state for six years.

Her entire body was almost completely atrophied. Lying on the hospital bed, her form was emaciated and withered. She could only rely on nutrient solutions to sustain her life each day, and even so, her body continued to weaken day after day.

Maybe one day, when she opens her eyes, she won't be able to see her anymore.

Humans are truly strange. When He YuRuo was young, she wasn't particularly kind to her. She was a strict mother who disciplined herself harshly and treated her children more like carefully crafted works of art. Maternal love was merely a byproduct when she fulfilled her own expectations.

But the child's dependence on her mother seemed innate. Even if that love was meager and harsh, it was something she couldn't give up. Even if He Yu Rou spent her whole life just lying there, she wouldn't be so afraid to walk in the world.

At least she's still alive.

She carefully wiped her upper body and then turned over, only being able to call for help from the caregiver.

After I'm done with all this, I'll be sweating buckets too.

He Yu's ward bathroom only supplies hot water after 8 PM.

The caregiver told her there was a public bathroom downstairs, specifically for caregivers, so she could go there to wash up. She also kindly lent her a set of clothes.

Qiao Ruo thanked her and took the toiletries to the public bathroom as the caregiver had said.

It's dinner time at the hospital, so there are basically no people in the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I feel much fresher. My head doesn't hurt as much as before either.

The sky outside has turned gray, it's already 7:30.

The daytime temperature was high, and even the evening wind carried warmth. Qiao Ruoxing didn't rush back, but instead went to the second-floor terrace to enjoy the breeze.

Besides Weibo private messages, only Tang Xiaoxiao sent her a WeChat message, asking where she had gone and why she hadn't come back.

Qiaojoxing replied, "At my mother's place."

Tang Xiaoxiao quickly replied, "How is your aunt"

Still the same.

"It's still good news, who knows maybe one day a miracle will happen and auntie will wake up."

Hearing her comfort, Qiao Ruoxing felt a little better. She replied, "Thank you for your kind words. You should go to sleep first tonight. I'll probably be back a bit later."

"OK, give me a call if there's anything."

Qiao Xing replied with a "love you" emoji.

"Click!"

The surroundings suddenly lit up, Qiao Ruoxing turned her head sharply. A few meters away from her, a well-mannered man was holding his phone, the camera pointed directly at her, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.

Upon seeing her turn around, the man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then gave a somewhat shy smile.

Qiao Ruo Xing pursed her lips, got up and walked to the man's side, snatched his phone away, and said coldly, "No one told you that taking photos of strangers without their permission is a violation of privacy What's the password"

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he found it rather amusing, but still reported a string of numbers, "0712".

After unlocking her screen, Qiao Ruo Xing found only a picture she had just taken. It was a view of the night scene downstairs, but there was no picture of herself.

From the flash going off to him rushing over and grabbing her phone, it all happened within seconds. The other party didn't have time to delete the photos. The only explanation is that they weren't taking pictures of her at all.

Qiao Ruo Xing: "..."

Major social death scene.

How can she make up for herself

As she was thinking about how to salvage her just-now aggressive image, the other party spoke up proactively, “Sorry, I just thought the view downstairs was beautiful and led you to misunderstand.”

Jo Jo Xing quickly stepped down the stairs and said, "I'm sorry. I was too sensitive and overreacted. I apologize."

She handed her phone to the other person, "Your photos are pretty good, are you a photographer"

The man chuckled, "No, it's just a hobby. I see you're so sensitive to flashlights, has something happened to you before"

Qiao Ruo Xing wasn't someone who could easily strike up a conversation with strangers, but the man's voice was gentle and pleasant, inexplicably making her feel close to him. She couldn't help but say a few more words.

“It's not a big deal really, it's just that once I was photographed by a street photography team. They uploaded the photos online without processing them, which caused me quite a bit of trouble, so I'm a bit sensitive to this kind of thing.”

"No wonder." Mo Mingxuan smiled, "You're very photogenic. I can understand why the photographer didn't bother processing the photos. Of course, it's illegal."

Being praised by others always makes people feel happy, let alone such high-EQ praise. Qiao Joxing's mood improved a lot.

She was just about to speak when the nurse called, on the other end they said something, Qiao Ruoxing's eyes lit up a few points, she hung up the phone and quickly told the man, "Thank you," grabbed her clothes, and ran out like the wind.

Mo Mingxuan stood there, stunned for a moment, then broke into a smile.

When he got back to the ward, Shen Qingchuan was "humoring" the nurse to be gentle. Seeing Mo Mingxuan come in, he said, “I thought you'd leave me here and run away yourself. When you left that year, I broke my leg, and now you’re back, and I’ve been cut by glass again. Do you think you’re bad luck for me”

Moming Xuan patted him on the shoulder, "Your hand today, very good."

Shen Qingchuan:“…”soon as they got out of the car, they started to fight. The ride-hailing driver didn't back down either and directly fought back. As a result, what was originally a matter for the traffic police escal...