Why did I fall in love with Ni Mu Yao?

  He sat on the ground, staring blankly as he walked out of his line of sight, his chest suddenly feeling hollowed out, and as the footsteps faded away, she finally burst into uncontrollable tears.

  Outside, Yan Mu Yao's body stiffened.

  His footsteps paused for a moment, somewhat out of control, and it took him a while to adjust his breathing. By the time he took another step forward, there was no longer any lingering attachment.

  His determination was beyond her expectation.

  Leaving a house full of strange medical staff staring blankly, confirming that he would never turn back, Shang Shang supported the last bit of strength to climb up, wrapped tightly in his quilt and covered himself so that no air could pass through.

  Soon, breathing is not smooth.

  My mind is filled with fragments about Yan Mu Yaw.

  Her likes, her everything, he doesn't care about any of it.

  These days, she is like a self-directed clown, with a head full of self-righteous cleverness, but in the end, even if she humbles herself and lowers her posture, it's all just empty.

  His casual rejection of her was enough to leave her devastated after years of unrequited love.

  Why did I fall in love with Niú Yáo?

  Sorrow welled up from within, the unbearable sense of injustice filled my heart. I bit my lips tightly, unable to control the sobs that shook me, and tears poured out once more.

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  As soon as it dawned, Shang Shang changed into good clothes and was about to leave the hospital.

  She still had a low-grade fever that hadn't receded, and was a patient personally sent by Yan Mu Yao. As soon as they heard the words "discharged from hospital", several medical staff looked at each other in dismay, their faces filled with horror.

  "Miss Fu, if there's anything you're not satisfied with, feel free to mention it. Just one thing, you haven't fully recovered yet, so please don't joke about your own body."

  Cried all night until dawn.

  The merchant's eyes were red and swollen, and he sat listlessly with no energy.

  Since I'm outnumbered, I might as well take out my phone and threaten them, "I told you I want to be discharged, if you block me again, I'll call the police!"

  "The Dean has made arrangements..."

  "He's not even someone I know, why should I listen to his confession?" Thinking of Yan Mu Yao, and then thinking that the entire hospital was his territory, her determination to leave became even more resolute.

  She spoke in an unfriendly tone, and several nurses thought they had heard the crux of the matter.

  Comforting him like a kind-hearted sister, "It's inevitable that there are some small conflicts between couples. However, considering the director has injuries on his hands and still insisted on sending you to the hospital, why don't you forgive him this time?"

  "Is he injured in the wrist?" Merchant frowns.

  "You don't know?" The nurse looked puzzled, "It seems to have gotten worse the night before last. Originally, it would have been fine after a few days of rest, but yesterday... I heard that the injury got even more severe."

  The night before last...

  She was stimulated by the female voice on the phone and fainted, ran to a bar to get drunk in anger, and later somehow returned to Yan Mu Yao's apartment, with unclear memories.

  So it's not certain if it has anything to do with her.

  However, those hands are skillful and precise. Many people who hold great power in their black and white hands regard it as a lifesaver, and its importance can be imagined.

  As a doctor, he knew too well the harm it would cause.

  But if she was really that unimportant, then why did he risk worsening his injury to send her to the hospital? And not long ago, when she was being reckless and violent, did she happen to hit his injured hand...

  "Come back to your senses! He fiercely grabbed the person in front of him and asked, "Where is your principal right now?""