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The hospital room was crowded with relatives and friends visiting Zhao Yi Ye. The table was piled high with fragrant flowers and fresh fruits. Yi Ye lay half-reclined on the bed, silently observing everyone.
"Why don't you greet everyone, Yi Ye?" her mother asked with a smile, gently stroking her daughter's head.
Yi Ye looked at her mother with indifference, still not saying a word.
"Yi Ye doesn't look too well; I think it will take some time for her to fully recover." "That's right, this poor child must be terrified."
"Such an accident is truly frightening."
"Let's play some music; Yi Ye loves music."
People chattered away, discussing among themselves. Yi Ye's mother tried hard to maintain a light atmosphere, as if hoping to dilute the sorrow of losing another daughter.
A melodious tune filled the room. Just then, the door swung open, and He Jiayue walked in. "He Jiayue..." Zhao Yi Ye whispered the name that pained her heart.
"He Jiayue is here." Someone made way for him.
"Why aren’t you lying down more? You're still very weak," Yi Ye's mother said with concern.
"I'm fine; I just came to see Yi Ye." He Jiayue approached Yi Ye's bedside and quickly exchanged a glance with her.
"This silly girl has been gloomy all day; my sisters and I have been trying to cheer her up," Yi Ye's mother said, looking at her youngest daughter with worry. "By the way, He Jiayue, when Yi Ye was younger, she always listened to you. Please help me talk to her."
"I will," He Jiayue took the opportunity to hold Yi Ye's hand gently.
After a while, Yang Wenyan also entered, holding a large bouquet of bright red roses.
"Has Yi Ye felt any better today?" Yang Wenyan walked to the bedside and took Zhao Yi Ye's hand.
Yi Ye shook her head, lowering it as she pulled away from Wenyan's grasp.
"Yi Ye, Wenyan is talking to you; why are you treating her like this?" Yi Ye simply kept her head down in silence.
"You're here?" Yi Ye asked as he saw Yang Wenyan hesitating in her steps.
What a cold tone! Hearing this reminded him of when they first met, when Yi Ye would eagerly leap into his arms every time they saw each other, playfully hitting his chest in complaint. Back then, he felt an overwhelming sweetness. But now, Yi Ye's expression and tone were like that of a completely different person, as if she wanted to keep everyone at a distance.
"Wen Yan, let's break up."
The bad premonition was finally confirmed.
Yang Wenyan's body involuntarily trembled. Why did it have to end like this?
"I will wait for you, until you change your mind." Wen Yan struggled to control her emotions, but her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Don't be foolish. I want you to be happy, Wen Yan!"
"Without you, what happiness can I have?"
"Wen Yan, do you understand that I am no longer the Zhao Yi Ye you loved?"
"I don't care. I will keep waiting." After saying this, Yang Wenyan resolutely turned around and walked away in the direction she had come from.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The girl with tears streaming down her face kept silently repeating those three words in her heart.
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