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In City Hospital, I lay quietly on the hospital bed, my body wrapped in bandages like a mummy. The doctor said that not only had I strained the muscles in my right arm, but I had also dislocated my joint and needed proper treatment. After saying this, he seemed to notice the change in Shen Mo's expression and quickly made his escape.
In the large ward, only Shen Mo and I remained, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward. I really didn’t want to face him, so I simply closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"What are you doing here?" Shen Mo's tone was icy.
"I came to visit my lifesaver. Is that a problem?" Lu Mingze shot back defiantly as he wheeled himself over to my bedside. The air in the room instantly thickened, and I nervously tugged at the blanket.
After a moment of silence, Lu Mingze suddenly smiled and said, "On my way here, I heard that Pei Nana has been searching for you everywhere. She's almost gone crazy."
As if on cue, Shen Mo's phone rang. He hesitated for two seconds before stepping out of the ward.
"Stop pretending to sleep; he's already gone."
"Why are you here?" I almost blurted out.
"Wow, do you have no conscience? I'm dragging my sick body here to help you out," Lu Mingze feigned anger.
"I'm sorry..." Hearing him say this made me feel a bit guilty.
"Just saying sorry isn’t enough; that’s too insincere! Don’t you think you should treat me to a nice meal?" he continued unabashedly.
I silently groaned; I hadn’t expected him to be so demanding.
"Let’s just say it’s a celebration of our survival," he added.
Since he put it that way, I really had no reason to refuse. "Alright, I'll treat you after I'm discharged."
It felt quite strange to think about it; two people who had initially clashed were now able to chat so peacefully.
In the following days, Lu Mingze would come by in his wheelchair, engaging in casual conversation with me. The empty ward didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore. As for Shen Mo, he seemed very busy.
He arranged for an assistant to take care of me, but he only showed up twice during that time, each visit lasting no more than five minutes.
Within half a day, I had sent the assistant away. I simply couldn't bear the pitying looks he occasionally cast my way. It turned out that everyone around Shen Mo already knew; he had no intention of hiding it. He didn't even think to spare me, this so-called "Madam Shen," a shred of dignity.
Two weeks later, I eagerly completed the discharge procedures. There were some things I didn't want to delay for even a day longer. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, pushing open the door and seeing the pitch-black interior still stirred a pang of sadness within me. The fruit on the dining table had long since rotted. He must have forgotten he even had a home during this time.
I turned and went upstairs, quickly gathering my belongings. Then, I dialed Shen Mo's number. "We need to talk."
"Let's meet somewhere else."
In the restaurant, Shen Mo wore a gloomy expression, coldly looking down at me. I knew he disliked that there were other people around; it wasn't a suitable place for business discussions. In the past, I would have complied with him without question. But today, I didn't want to back down any longer.
"Let's eat something first." Ignoring his request, I raised my hand to summon a waiter. He stared at me intently but eventually took a seat.
However, he remained silent and showed no intention of ordering, leaving the waiter feeling somewhat awkward. I sighed in resignation. "I'll have another signature set meal, but change the main dish to pan-seared foie gras, please."
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but his expression seemed to soften a bit.
After finishing the meal, I took out a document from my bag and handed it to him.
"The divorce agreement should be similar to the one you had before; I've already signed it."
A great fire made me realize that, in the end, loving myself is what truly matters in life.
He gripped the agreement tightly, his voice hoarse. "You moved out of the house?"
I replied calmly, "Since we've decided to divorce, I naturally won't cling to it."
My gaze inadvertently swept over Shen Mo's left hand and caught sight of his wedding ring.
Suddenly, I realized I was still wearing mine.
I took off the ring and gently pushed it toward him.
"Xia Meng, we haven't divorced yet," he said, his voice growing even more somber.
Then he left the restaurant without looking back.
I glanced at the ring and then at the mark it left on my finger.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of regret wash over me—why hadn't I taken it off sooner?
When I bought the ring, it was already a size smaller than what I needed, yet I stubbornly wore it for three years.
What was the point?
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