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Du Xiaomo was also angry, she threw the test tube in her hand back into the treatment box, "Fine, let me be nosy." With that, she slammed the door and left.

Zhan Yan's body fell against the hard door, her palms covering her eyes, tears continuously flowing out from the gaps of her fingers. How could the pure Du Xiaomo understand? If she did that, she would only be bringing about her own humiliation. Her wounds were already bleeding profusely, why would she even need to sprinkle salt on them?

She could hurt, and she could hurt. She was not as strong as she had imagined.

With Zhan Yan's condition, there was no way for her to perform the operation, so she took sick leave and returned home early.

Her home was a garden house located halfway up the mountain. To be more precise, it was not a home, but a house that Ji Weiyang bought for her.

Her slender body was nestled in the window, quietly gazing at the scenery of the garden. There were no flowers in her garden, only large patches of golden plane trees.

I remember the first time she stood here, pointing to the empty garden, she excitedly said to him, "I want to plant a lot of French parasol trees in the garden."

He only coldly replied, "As you wish."

In fact, she really wanted to tell him: in the ancient legends, Wu is male, Tong is female. The wutong is the same age, the same life and the same death. It symbolizes undying love.

There was a light drizzle outside the window. In a trance, his memory regressed back to three years ago.

That day, she had caught Gao Yuxuan and Wei Shanshan in bed together. Of the two, one was her lover's boyfriend, and the other was her sister. Wei Shanshan begged her to give Gao Yuxuan to her as she cried. She said that they truly loved each other.

Heh, what else could she say. Zhan Yan felt that she was just a joke.

Then, he went to a bar and got drunk, completely unconscious. The next day, she woke up completely naked on Ji Weiyang's bed. The bright red light on the bed sheets stung her eyes, causing her heart to ache as well. She ran away. However, the next day, her and Ji Weiyang's one-night stand was published in the daily newspaper. The Ji and Wei families could not afford to lose such a person, so they could only get married.

His unwillingness to marry, her unwillingness to marry, to be able to maintain such a marriage in such a precarious situation for three years; these were truly miracles.

Unknowingly, it was already pitch-black outside the window. The antique clock on the floor made a low sound, one strike, two chimes, a total of twelve chimes.

The night was dark and quiet, causing people to feel suffocated.

Zhan Yan rubbed her aching forehead, then stepped on the soft wool carpet with her bare feet and followed her memories to feel the switch on the wall. However, a slender finger was one step faster than her. With a "pa" sound, the wall lamp was lit. Perhaps it was because she had stayed in the darkness for too long, the rays of light caused her eyes to ache. She subconsciously closed her eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, his body emitting a strong smell of alcohol and a faint aroma of tobacco.

"Why did you come back?" Zhan Yan blurted out.

"Today is the eighth." He took off his jacket naturally and threw it on the sofa. He then walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.

Zhan Yan slumped onto the sofa and laughed bitterly.

Yes, today was the eighth, his only day of the month.