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After the students were divided into science and humanities tracks, new students joined the experimental class, and the seating arrangement was changed.

To improve everyone's grades, the homeroom teacher set up study groups. Shen Zhiyi, the top student in the grade, was “forced” to tutor his new deskmate's younger sister, Zhou Shihan.

That night, Zhou Shihan drank the milk Shen Zhiyi had brought and ate the rice ball he'd paid for, then asked without a care in the world, “Shen Zhiyi, do you like my sister?”

“So you're trying to win me over to get with her?”

Shen Zhiyi: “...”

After tutoring ended that night, Zhou Shijia came to pick up her younger sister. Shen Zhiyi, usually cool and aloof, stood in the doorway with a frown. “She can't leave.”

Zhou Shijia: “???”

Shen Zhiyi: “There's still a subject we haven't covered.”

“What subject?”

“Political education.”

Later, Zhou Shihan, who had always ranked near the bottom of the class, shot into the grade's top fifty. Amid everyone's amazement, a surprising piece of news broke:

“I saw Shen Zhiyi tutoring Zhou Shihan and helping her with her homework!”

Onlookers: “Didn't the study groups end ages ago? Why is he still tutoring her?”

After a brief silence:

“Shen Zhiyi must really like Zhou Shijia. He loves her so much he's even helping her little sister with tutoring and homework, with the college entrance exams coming up!”

Zhou Shijia, who was always getting blamed: “...”

A few days later, the college entrance exams were over. A group of them brought drinks and snacks to Shen Zhiyi's place to celebrate. Just as they were having a great time, the bedroom door suddenly opened from the inside. Zhou Shijia's younger sister, Zhou Shihan, stood in the doorway, bleary-eyed and yawning nonstop.

“Shen Zhiyi, your place is too noisy. I can't sleep.”

Everyone: “...”

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At twenty-six, Wen Siyu was told she had terminal cancer and only six months to live.

In the doctor's office, the doctor gently asked if she had any regrets.

Wen Siyu thought of her parents, who favored sons over daughters, and her younger brother, who lay around at home doing nothing but asking her for money...

She shook her head calmly. “No.”

Just then, someone knocked. She heard the nurse warmly call out, “Dr. Zhou.” Wen Siyu looked up too, and immediately drew in a sharp breath.

They're both doctors, so why was there such a huge difference?

The man wore a white coat. His skin was fair, and without a mask, his handsome features were striking. He had an air of refined elegance.

At that moment, Wen Siyu truly did have one regret: after twenty-six years of being single, her heart had finally stirred.

Terminal cancer? Six months to live?

Death wasn't what scared her. Dying without ever having a relationship was.

From then on, Wen Siyu's face kept appearing at the hospital. Unable to put up with it any longer, Zhou Yujin looked through her medical records and frowned as he advised her to be admitted.

Wen Siyu threw caution to the wind. “You have to treat my illness.”

Zhou Yujin: “...”

One rainy night not long afterward, in the small, intimate office at the hospital, someone pinned Wen Siyu against the door. Zhou Yujin, usually so composed and restrained, panted in her ear and repeated her words back to her without missing a single one:

“You have to treat my illness.”

After that day, Wen Siyu suddenly found her conscience. She was someone who counted down the days on her fingers. She couldn't let such a talented doctor, who saved lives, spend the rest of his life as a young widower for someone as insignificant as her.

So Wen Siyu quietly left and waited to die alone.

Just as she was on the verge of losing consciousness, Zhou Yujin's deep, steady voice sounded beside her:

“You're not sick. It was a misdiagnosis.”

Wen Siyu sat bolt upright, though she was on her deathbed. “???”

I'd already embarrassed myself in front of the King of Hell, and now you're telling me I don't have to die?

So you don't have to be widowed after all?

Wait, who said I was going to marry you!

Theme: In this vast world, there will always be someone who believes in you, loves you, and cares for you