How much must she hate him... to resist him even in her dreams and to want to forget him completely?
Chuxia, is there really not even a trace of nostalgia for him in her heart?
There were happy times between them once...
Shi Che’s eyes drooped, and a fine, dense bitterness slowly surfaced in his heart; perhaps... those happy times were just his own wishful thinking.
But it doesn’t matter...
Chuxia, if you want to forget Shi Che completely, that’s fine. From now on, he will just be Mr. S, who will no longer make her sad, no longer let her down.
Ling Chuxia walked back to her hospital room somewhat distractedly. As the nurse saw her return, her furrowed brows finally relaxed somewhat, and she couldn’t help but scold, "Miss Ling, you’re still quite weak. How could you just run out like that?"
Ling Chuxia slightly lifted her brows and responded weakly, "Sorry." Googlᴇ search n0velfire.net
Although the nurse was somewhat displeased, seeing that her face was slightly pale, she couldn’t say much more and simply advised, "You rest well. If you need anything, just ring the bell for me."
After the nurse left, the hospital room grew quiet. Ling Chuxia sat blankly on the bed for a while before forcefully slapping her cheeks, erasing all the images she had just conjured.
These days, she had actually been doing very well. She told herself every day that she didn’t love Shi Che, that she would forget him. Gradually, she indeed had forgotten him. It was like... if a lie is told often enough, it becomes truth.
She was almost there; how could she give up halfway now?
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it anymore! What she should think about now is... Mr. S, right! She needed to thank Mr. S! Though she couldn’t catch up to him, she still needed to say thank you.
Ling Chuxia looked around and then noticed that her bag was on the bedside table. She reached for it and pulled out her phone. She pressed the HOME button, but somehow her phone was turned off.
Ling Chuxia frowned, hastily turning on the phone, and as soon as it powered on, the screen immediately displayed numerous missed calls, all from Bai Yixuan.
Ling Chuxia’s hand paused, a hint of surprise flickering through her dark pupils. Why had Brother Xuan called her so many times? Her fingers lightly moved as she was about to return his call, but her phone rang again.
As soon as Ling Chuxia saw it was Bai Yixuan’s call, she immediately pressed the answer button. She barely got out a "hello" when an extremely anxious and uneasy voice came from the other end, "Xiaxia, where are you? Are you alright?"
Bai Yixuan’s voice was extremely husky, causing Ling Chuxia’s heart to tremble slightly, "Brother Xuan, what’s wrong? I’m fine."
As she spoke, Ling Chuxia hesitated as if she had just remembered something, then spoke again, "Brother Xuan, did you hear about what happened last night? Don’t worry, I’m fine. Someone rescued me, President Hong didn’t do anything to me."
Bai Yixuan, of course, knew about the incident. As soon as he found out where President Hong was last night, he rushed there immediately. However, when he arrived at the room, he only saw President Hong curled up on the floor, wailing in pain, his body covered in injuries, especially his face, which had been beaten to a swollen mess.
He learned from President Hong’s own lips that before he could do anything, someone ruthlessly beat him up and then took Ling Chuxia away.