Ning Yuan learned by chance that Zuo Shengjing had agreed to meet her because of the photo she posted. With her hair tied in a low ponytail and a faint smile, she looked a little like his first love, the one he cherished from afar.
Now the real one was back.
She hid her feelings and approached him cautiously, taking one small step at a time. Every day felt like walking a tightrope, afraid she might fall at any moment.
An influenza outbreak hit S City, and Ning Yuan caught the virus. As one of the first patients, she was treated while the medicine was still experimental. Lying in her hospital bed, she learned that Zuo Shengjing's first love had injured her leg in an accident, and that he was busy taking care of her.
When Ning Yuan's fever reached 49 degrees, sorrow overwhelmed her, and she lay in bed silently crying.
A low, hoarse male voice said, “Why are you crying? Shouldn't you save your strength to fight the virus?”
Ning Yuan wanted to turn over and face away from him, but her whole body was too weak to move. All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut in frustration.
After being discharged, Ning Yuan blocked and deleted every way to contact Zuo Shengjing. You can't force someone to give you what was never yours.
Later, Zuo Shengjing stopped her outside her company, looking haggard, his voice hoarse. “Ningning, I can explain.”
Ning Yuan's expression was cold. “No need.” She turned and walked away without a moment's hesitation.
Xing Ye watched the whole thing from nearby and could only think that women really were heartless. Yet for the first time, he found the word “heartless” rather endearing.
