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Even though I'm eighty percent similar to Ji Yurou, who I've never met before, I have a different life. A girl who owned the best things in the world, who didn't need to worry about everything else, who was even a pure and beautiful girl in the eyes of her classmates.

Even Jin Zicheng was different.

My head suddenly hurt violently, as if something was trying to wrench my nerves out of my head. It was an exploding pain.

I held my head tight, but that didn't ease my pain. The atmosphere immediately changed, and a few of them no longer had the time to chat. They all gathered around.

Jin Zicheng broke through the crowd and walked over. I didn't look up, so I didn't know what expression he had, but from the sound of his voice, it was extremely cold. "What's going on?"

I think he must have thought I was spoiling him and lost interest. He opened his mouth to explain, but as soon as he opened it, he let out a shrill moan.

Someone beside Jin Zicheng said, "Sister-in-law, what's going on? Why is there a sudden headache? " At the same time, I felt myself floating in the air. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was Jin Zicheng's blurry figure.

He spoke a little faster, and though his voice was still calm, it gave me the impression of being cared for. He said to his friends, "Then I'll be leaving first. Let's meet again next time."

The people around me naturally started to whisper to each other. I absentmindedly heard them tell Jin Zicheng to hurry and bring me to the hospital, to pay attention to safety or something. He took me in his arms and strode forward, but I was already on the verge of fainting.

Finally, just as I was about to arrive at the hospital, my consciousness blurred and I fainted.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt like I was in the dark and I didn't know where I was. Faintly, he heard Jin Zicheng's voice again.

He asked, "Just what is going on here?"

Another person answered, "The patient must have suffered a car accident not long ago, which resulted in her brain having left behind a blood clot. She must have been fine because she didn't press her nerves, but as she moved, the blood clot moved slowly and suppressed her nerves, which resulted in her dizziness and headache."

"Do you need an operation?"

"The blood clot isn't that big, so we generally recommend conservative treatment. We can wait for it to slowly dissolve the blood stasis, so we don't need to do surgery. We can first take some medicine and take a look to see how it's recovering."

I had already opened my eyes, and when Jin Zicheng turned around after the doctor left, he happened to meet my gaze.

His eyes were unmoving, and I couldn't see any emotion in them, but intuitively he wasn't very happy now.

I cleared my throat. "Thank you for taking me to the hospital, and I'm sorry I delayed your party."

He was still looking at me with no expression on his face, which made me even more uncertain about what he was thinking.

Just then, Jin Zicheng suddenly laughed coldly: "Accident? A while ago? How come I didn't know that you were even hiding this from me? "

I didn't know why he was entangled with this insignificant question, but I could only reply, "I didn't hide it from you. It was just that you were away on a business trip, and when you returned, I felt that there was nothing much to say."

Saying that would be like asking for sympathy, I thought to myself.

"There's nothing to say?" Jin Zicheng stopped smiling. What is it that is worth telling me? "

He narrowed his eyes and said dangerously, "No, right? Nothing is necessary and necessary for you to tell me. "Because I'm not important to you at all."

I had nothing to say, because I did feel that way. Jin Zicheng is nothing to me, not even better.

But I can't say it out loud, if I say it out loud, I don't know if it will cause Jin Zicheng to be unhappy, and whether it will bring me more trouble.

I shut my mouth, not saying a word. Jin Zicheng laughed coldly: "Have I really never seen a woman like you who doesn't know how to be grateful?"

Yeah. I thought. I can't compare to Ji Yurou, who is she, and who am I?

Say I don't have a heart of gratitude, but what do I need to be grateful for? Thank you for letting me return to Yin Zun? Thank you for offending someone like Jin Yuan’er?

Seeing that I had not said a word, Jin Zicheng probably became a little impatient and turned around to leave.

I lay alone on the bed, sighing lightly. Before one contradiction could be resolved, another one appeared in the blink of an eye.

It seemed to be raining outside the window, and the rain beat heavily on the window, like someone's heart beating in panic.

I listened to the rain and gradually closed my eyes.