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Uncertain of how long she had been unconscious, Yu Songyu slowly opened her eyes, her body still feeling weak and unresponsive. After a moment of hesitation, she managed to grasp her phone and sent a message:
"Xiao Jie, I'm on your terrace, help me!"
Yu Songyu had been brought to the hospital by Jie, and seeing her former playmate covered in blood filled her with sorrow. The two elderly ladies who had heard of Yu Songyu's supposed death wept inconsolably, both falling ill from their grief.
Her parents and two older brothers, including Gu Ting, rushed from Henan Province, searching the mountains for days and nights, only to return in despair. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, as though she had never existed at all.
Yang Qinghe scooped up a handful of bloodied soil and buried it alongside Yu Songyu's clothes, constructing a grave for her. He spent his days sitting by her grave, from dawn until dusk. The villagers could only sigh when they saw him; they all knew that no amount of persuasion would change his mind.
Before long, he seemed to age a decade. His once youthful appearance was now gaunt and haggard, the vibrant spirit he once had completely faded away.
Yu Songyu's injuries were severe; during her fall, a branch had pierced through her lower back to her collarbone. A slight misalignment could have resulted in instant death. Her body suffered multiple fractures and internal injuries.
When she was first admitted to the hospital, not a single doctor held out hope for her survival; they all shook their heads in resignation. Yet, after several months of hospitalization, fueled by her strong will and desire to live, she miraculously awoke.
Upon being transferred to a regular ward, she found herself covered in tubes, unable to speak or eat, with only brief moments of consciousness each day.
Months passed, and under Jie's attentive care along with that of the nursing staff, Yu Songyu's condition steadily improved. She was eventually able to sit up and eat with assistance.
On sunny days, Jie would place her in a wheelchair and take her outside to bask in the sun while chatting with her.
During this nearly year-long period, Jie's grandfather succumbed to the torment of illness and passed away.
"Xiao Yu," she lamented, "why are there so many hardships in this world?"
The autumn winds blew coldly as leaves fell from the trees, easily stirring feelings of melancholy within one's heart.
Sigh... what can one say?
Yu Songyu let out a long sigh and picked up a leaf that had fallen onto her lap.
"Xiao Yu, do you still plan to go back?"
"I don't know. It's almost over, and many things have probably changed beyond recognition."
"Don't you want to go back and see Yang Qinghe?"
She lowered her eyes, feeling dejected, while Jie helped her wrap her shawl tighter around her shoulders.
"It's been so long; I don't even know if he has returned to the city, if he has a new girlfriend, or if he has forgotten about me! And look at me now..."
In preparation for surgery, Yu Songyu had already cut her hair short. Once slender and graceful, she now appeared even more delicate. Her complexion was pale, almost devoid of color, yet her features remained exquisitely defined, embodying a kind of sickly beauty.
"Then let's wait for you. We can go see the Great River Mountains of our Motherland together, find a beautiful place to live, away from all this chaos, and enjoy a simple life of tea and flowers! What do you think?"
Since Jie’s parents had passed away and her grandparents followed soon after, she felt she had little to hold on to in this world.
"By the way," she suddenly remembered, "I don’t think I ever told you about the wonders outside my space."
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