Yan Yan stood at the door of Shu Yiran's ward for three full minutes.
Inside the door is the person she has loved for five years, and outside the door is the explanation she owed for five years. In his hand, he was still holding the chicken and millet porridge that he woke up to cook at four in the morning. It was warm, but he didn't even have the courage to knock on the door.
In fact, it wasn't that she didn't dare to knock on the door - it was because she didn't know if she would still want to see him after the door opened.
Bian Jingjing's incident was like a thorn piercing the end of their five-year relationship. The "Jia Ziyin" sister who broke up five years ago should have been in the past tense, but because of a few deleted chat records and a few photos that were reluctant to throw away, it was actually translated into the "present perfect tense".
In the ward, Shu Yiran's colleagues were all there. She could understand the way they looked at Yan Yan - from envy to scrutiny, from blessing to being unworthy of Shu Yiran.
"Has that sister's matter... Been dealt with?" The young nurse spoke quickly and asked rashly.
Yan Yan didn't answer. She just walked over and held Shu Yiran's hand.
Cool.
She held her hand tighter, lowered her head, and her voice was very flat, but it felt like it had been polished by sandpaper:
"I deleted all the photos and threw away the box. I said it in front of her - the past is the past. I have loved you Shu Yiran soberly for five years. Every day and every decision is my own choice."
She raised her head, her eyes red.
"I don't ask you to forgive me immediately. But please... Don't give up on me."
The ward was quiet for a few seconds.
Shu Yiran looked at her. This always proud woman knelt there, tears streaming down her face, but she bit her lip and did not cry a word.
Like a stubborn dog that can't find a home.
Shu Yiran closed his eyes.
"Porridge, I'll drink it."
· If trust is broken, can it be repaired?
· Able.
· Spend the rest of my life every day to prove it to you.
Conception:…