She looked at Rong Jincheng, and saw that Rong Jincheng had a serious and serious face. He was really serious and serious, and he was serious about words.

It seemed like he was discussing some serious topic with her.

But Han Yurou didn't understand: "What did you say?"

Rong Jincheng sat on the bed, upright. The loose hospital gown made him look even thinner: "Are you in love?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Han Yurou felt that there was something wrong with this person.

"Then who sent you the text message? Is someone harassing you?" Rong Jincheng refused, "If you are in love, you have to tell me."

"Who are you that I want to tell you?"

"I am your man." Rong Jincheng was aggressive, but within a second, when he saw Han Yurou's fierce eyes, he was scared again, "I was."

"The person who sent me the text message...do you want to know? It's my mother. Yes, it's the Ms. Yao Zhiyao you know, Han Yun's wife. My mother and I had a serious quarrel, and the relationship basically broke down. As for why

, you, Rong Jincheng, know it better than anyone else. If it weren't for you, the Han family would still be the same Han family. No matter how poor the family fortunes are, the family would at least be happy and complete. Rong Jincheng, I say this, do you understand? No.

Play dumb."

Rong Jinchengmo.

There was endless silence for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"So Rong Jincheng, I am still willing to take care of you until you are discharged from the hospital, purely because you helped me. I have always had a clear grudge. After you are discharged from the hospital, we will cancel everything in New York. As for everything in the capital, I

I will never forget it. Rong Jincheng, do you understand?" Han Yurou's voice was hoarse, her throat was sore, and her eyes were bright red.

"Does that mean that if I don't leave the hospital for the rest of my life, you will take care of me for the rest of my life?" Rong Jincheng suddenly raised his head and looked at her, his eyes burning.

"Impossible. Regardless of whether you are discharged from the hospital or not, I will take care of you for another week at most."

"As for what happened in the capital...will you never forgive me?"

"How do you ask me to forgive you? Rong Jincheng, are you pretending to be crazy? How far can a woman go to forgive a man who puts her under house arrest, plays with her, and speaks harshly to her? The things you have done to me,

Just because I don’t want to mention it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten it.”

"You...what do you want me to do to make you forget?" Rong Jincheng's eyes flashed, and there was a bit of pleading in his deep eyes.

"Just wait until you die."

Han Yurou didn't want to argue with him anymore, so she picked up her phone and ran out.

She was in a terrible mood.

Rong Jincheng was the only one left in the ward.

Maybe...when he dies, she will forget him only if he dies.

He lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his face showed indescribable sadness, and he remained silent, extremely silent.

She can't forget those.

The sunshine in early autumn always has a desolate brilliance. The sunlight slants on the trees and high buildings. In the swirling light and shadow, time flies by.

Han Yurou ran to a remote corner of the hospital, gasping for breath and covering her heart. Until the pain in her heart occasionally spread to her limbs, she squatted down and buried her head deeply in pain.

In the knee.

There is no light in this corner, it is very dark.

It was like there was always a place in her heart that was so gloomy that no light could shine in.
Chapter completed!