VOL.2

Wang Shuimo hurriedly handed the medicine to Yu Baitian, saying: "I apologize, I just took the wrong one. Fortunately, Nurse Zhou noticed it early."

Wang Shui Mo. How effortlessly those three words rolled off his tongue! He used to call her baby back in the day

Yu Baitian smiled as he took the medicine. The two of them took the elevator down together, and Yu Baitian asked, "Miss Wang, where are you going? I will give you a ride"

Being with him, she completely became a little maid. This is how all foolish women in love are. Seeing the one she loves devour the food she has cooked brings her immense happiness. A small compliment from that person, or the satisfied smile that appears at the corner of his mouth after tasting her delicious food, always makes her willingly do anything for him

Yu Boitian was clearly both surprised and delighted: "Miss Wang, what are you doing here?" He then chuckled, "I must explain. I am definitely not following you. I came to Dr. Li's to pick up some cold medicine for my mother."

The lights in the restaurant are not particularly bright, perhaps due to the ambiance, or maybe because the beauty of the night casts a gentle glow. The lighting is dim and hazy, creating a vague and ambiguous atmosphere. However, as soon as Yan Baiyao entered the restaurant, he immediately spotted Yu Baitian and her. Yu Baitian was incessantly chatting and flirting, while she occasionally responded with a faint smile. It is undeniable that Yu Baitian and she make a very well-matched pair of golden boy and jade girl. The overly pleasing scene, however, strangely pierced his eyes. Following behind, Tang Handong took the opportunity to tease, "Yan, your brother is indeed a talented individual. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Look at his skills, so quick, precise, and ruthless!" It is undeniable that Yu Baitian and she make a very well-matched pair of golden boy and jade girl. The overly pleasing scene, however, strangely pierced his eyes. Following behind, Tang Handong took the opportunity to tease, "Yan, your brother is indeed a talented individual. Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Look at his skills, so quick, precise, and ruthless!"

It seems that there is no way to decline, especially with his warm smile, which makes it difficult to say no from the heart. This is unlike a certain person, who is always reserved; even when laughing heartily, it is still a restrained smile.

Yuan Baitian paused for a moment and said, "Alright then. Next time we play ball together, I will bring it for you."

Wang Shuimo nodded slightly

Yu Bo Tian: "Are you free today? I will bring the medicine to you"

At this moment, she was almost nothing but skin and bones, devoid of any trace of the soft and smooth sensation that lingered in his memory. He could not help but blurt out a question to her, asking why. Yan Baiyao stared intently at Wang Shuimo before him. She touched her elbow, about to turn and leave. Her delicate little face was lowered, bearing a faintly indifferent expression, as if she had no interest even in glancing up at him.

Yu Bo Tian: "By the way, I found a bottle of medicine by the table last time. I asked many people, and they all said it wasn't theirs. The only person I didn't ask was you, so I got your number from Brother Tang." It turns out that the bottle of medicine was dropped on the court, no wonder she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked

Wang Shuimo, after picking up the medication from Nurse Zhou, was about to take the elevator downstairs when she suddenly heard the nurse calling from behind: "Miss Wang, wait a moment." Wang Shuimo stopped, and Nurse Zhou said: "I’m sorry, you took the wrong medication." She handed a bag to Wang Shuimo, saying, "This is your medication."

Yan Baiyao became increasingly furious, grabbing her shoulder and forcefully turning her body: "Remember what I said. Don't think that by getting close to my cousin, you will gain any benefits." She furrowed her brows, her gaze lowered, yet she still remained silent. He compelled her to look up and meet his gaze: "Wang Shuimo, you had better remember this. Otherwise, I will not let you off the hook."

Seeing Bai Tian nod, Wang Shuimo shook her cup, watching the juice gradually ripple a faint warm yellow in the transparent crystal glass. She said, "My father has some cooperative relationship with the Tang family, so that's how I got to know them. It's that simple."

Nurse Zhou chuckled upon hearing this and said, "Miss Wang, it turns out you two have known each other for quite some time. What a coincidence, the medication you mistakenly took is actually Mr. Yu's."

He always says that she is too childish. Since she is his girlfriend, she should understand him and give him some space appropriately. She does not understand that being together means sharing all the joys and sorrows. However, he does not think so and rarely expresses his inner thoughts.

Since losing him, her entire world seems to be immersed in darkness. She has always known that she loves him more than he loves her. He often said that she was immature and too dependent on him. He claimed that she was too wild, unable to tolerate seeing him with other girls. Did he not realize how attractive he was? Perhaps he was not unaware, but rather was enjoying the adoring gazes of the girls.

At this moment, Dr. Li's phone rang. He said apologetically, "Please hold on, I will take a call." After a few words on the other end of the line, he replied, "Alright, no problem, you can come over."

Yan Baiyao cast a cold glance at Tang Handong and walked straight into the private room. Throughout the meal, he was completely absent-minded, his thoughts entirely occupied elsewhere. Since reuniting with her, he had always wanted to ask her why, why they had broken up so decisively back then, and why there had been no contact since. But then he thought, he too had ended things with women without any further communication. Since they had broken up, what was the point of lingering ties?

What a pity for him!

She rarely speaks, occasionally turning her head to gaze blankly at the night outside the window. Whenever Yu Baitian looks up, he sees the delicate curve of her profile, fair and gentle. She is deeply absorbed in her observation, sometimes not even blinking, exuding a tranquil and gentle aura that reminds one of the ladies depicted in ancient paintings.

Yu Baitian chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone, his low and mellow voice resonating in her ear, seemingly still trembling slightly: "What a surprise. I didn't expect you to remember me." His tone was overly enthusiastic, leaving Wang Shuimo at a loss for words, unsure of what to say.

He could never tell her that back then he didn't really want to break up with her; he was just saying it. He was both arrogant and strong-willed, unable to lower his pride to ask her back, so he could only wait and wait for her to return. As a result, he foolishly waited until he returned to his home country.

Wang Shuimo saw that the bag indeed had her name on it, while her own bag had the name Lin Bofen written on it. She did not expect to be so careless. Wang Shuimo apologetically said to the nurse, "I am sorry"

Dr. Li: "This type of pain may worsen, so you need to be mentally prepared. You are still so young, and currently, there are no better options available; we can only proceed with conservative treatment and manage it with medication. By the way, do you still have the medication I prescribed to you last time?"

Wang Shuimo seemed not to have heard, not even pausing her steps, as she gradually passed by him and walked straight ahead. This small stretch of road, only Wang Shuimo herself knew how much effort it took her to traverse. The connections between individuals are always serendipitous and cannot be sought after; encountering one another is already a rarity, after all, what heaven can bestow is truly limited.

Dr. Li reviewed the records: "This time your dosage is a bit high. If the pain is not particularly severe, try to take less. You must not become overly reliant on medication"

He gently took a puff of smoke, elegantly exhaling the mist slowly, flicking the cigarette with his fingers, looking suave and handsome, yet every word that followed was so chilling: "Do not approach my brother"

Yet no matter how much he wanted to know, the proud and untamed man could not bring himself to ask this question. How could he possibly inquire? When he believed that she loved him deeply, confidently thinking that even if the heavens crumbled and the earth decayed, even if the world came to an end, she would never leave him, and even if she did leave, she would obediently return after just a few days, she had already found solace in another's embrace. In this relationship, the only one who could not let go from beginning to end was he, Yan Baiyao.

She blurted out: "Yu Bo Tian!" How could she possibly forget him? Not to mention that he is Yan Bai Yao's cousin, just that radiant smile like sunshine makes it hard for her to forget him.

The other party's voice became noticeably cheerful: "You definitely don't remember me. I am the one who taught you how to play golf that day..."

A certain part of her body began to ache inexplicably again, the familiar soreness and bitterness. Wang Shuimo clutched her stomach and curled up, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. Where is the medicine? Where is her medicine? She bent forward little by little, her hand trembling as she reached for the last medicine bottle placed on the bedside table. Each wave of pain vividly reminded her of that day of despair that was beyond measure

Absolutely impossible

How could she have become so thin? Yan Baiyao looked down at his palm. He could hardly believe the sensation in his hand. In his memory, she had a bit of baby fat, soft and fair, reminiscent of glutinous QQ rice cakes. Every time he teased her, he would pinch her cheeks and call her little pig. She would always weakly respond, "Alright, I am a pig."

Wang Shuimo pondered for a few seconds and said gently, "I am truly sorry, but I have something to attend to today. That bottle of medicine is just a very ordinary painkiller, so there is no need to bring it specifically for me. It would be too much trouble!" This was a mutual understanding of refusal.

She slowly brushed past him. There were no greetings, nor any exchange of glances, for strangers need nothing from one another. The corridor was wide, yet she could still smell his scent, both familiar and unfamiliar, capable of stirring every painful nerve in her body. He had never had the habit of wearing men's perfume; what he had was merely his own body odor. That scent, which she had become extremely familiar with over those two years, now mingled with the refreshing aroma of cologne, yet she could still recognize it immediately. It was as if a puppy's nose could always distinguish its owner from a stranger at the first moment, and would never be mistaken. This was an instinct.

He is her first love, and she, who has never had any romantic experience, has exhausted all her energy in this relationship. Throughout their time together, it has always been her accommodating him. He cannot cook, so she studied culinary books and learned to prepare meals. In the beginning, she would either get splattered with oil or burn herself on the pot. In fact, she was not skilled at household chores either; during her childhood, when her family was not well-off, her father took care of all her meals. Later, as her father became successful in business and the family gradually became affluent, he hired a nanny for her. Although her family was not extremely wealthy, she was cherished and protected by her father as she grew up.

During their time together, the couple had once broken up midway. They had a fierce argument over one of his female classmates. He stormed out, and she held onto his clothes, refusing to let him leave. He pulled her hand away and calmly said, "If you don't trust me, we should break up." Thus, they broke up for the first time. A few days later, a wave of longing for him surged over her, and when he texted her asking where she had put his clothes, it was as if they had never quarreled. They reestablished contact and never mentioned the argument again. Soon, they reconciled and their feelings for each other even deepened beyond what they had before.

She no longer wishes to engage with anything or anyone related to Yan Baiyao. A few years ago, he left, leaving without a sound, and since then, he has exited her life. Now, to her, he is merely a stranger. Yes, just a stranger!

She gently lowered certain things that were hanging in her heart, and immediately a strong emotion surged up, whether it was disappointment or something else, she could not discern. Wang Shuimo slowly exhaled and replied: "I am, what about you?"

She touched her head as she exited the restroom, the crystal chandelier in the corridor casting a translucent and enchanting light. Through this hazy and ethereal atmosphere, she saw a figure so familiar it caused her heartache. He was leaning against the wall, with a slight redness on his hand. It was only upon getting closer that she realized it was from a cigarette.

After getting in the car, Wang Shuimo reported an address. Yu Baitian said, "I estimate that at this time, even driving under the elevated bridge will be congested." Yu Baitian turned the steering wheel, made a turn at the intersection, and smiled, "What a coincidence to run into you at the clinic today! For this fate, I must treat you to a meal. Of course, if you want to treat me, that would be fine too"

Wang Shuimo: "Oh, yes. That bottle of medicine is mine"

Wang Shuimo took a step back, softly leaning against the wall, blankly watching his figure fade away. She had no strength to move even an inch, only slowly squatting down and burying her head. Although she knew this was a serious breach of decorum for a lady, she could no longer care; her heart ached as if it were about to break, and she found it impossible to breathe.

Wang Shuimo stood in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling streets below, the most prosperous center of Luohai. She stood there in a daze, feeling an inexplicable sense of unreality and powerlessness. It was as if no matter how vibrant and chaotic the outside world was, it was separated from her by several thick layers of glass, visible from a distance, yet forever unable to enter her heart or warm her entire being

Just when he was feeling proud and overjoyed, she would feign ignorance and retort to him: "Bai Yao, may I ask, who sleeps with the pig every day?"

A gentle melody suddenly broke the tranquility of the room. The phone displayed an unfamiliar number, and she stared at it, seemingly lost in thought. No one knew her number, except for her father. However, she could recite her father's number by heart. The music played for a while before she slowly pressed the call button

At that moment, the elevator arrived with a "ding" and opened in front of the two individuals. Wang Shuimo and the person inside the elevator exchanged a glance, and both were momentarily stunned.

The restaurant that Yu Boitian took her to is located on the top floor, offering a panoramic view of the bustling scenery of Luohai City. The distant and nearby skyscrapers are adorned with brilliant lights, shining brightly everywhere.

Wang Shuimo slowly raised her head and quietly looked at him, her eyes devoid of any emotion. She simply gazed, merely observing, as if he were just a mural or merely a pillar. After a few seconds, a few minutes, or perhaps just a fleeting moment, she averted her gaze, leaned against the wall, and turned around

There is none.

As Wang Shuimo washed her hands, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked the same as before; her eyes were still her eyes, her nose was still her nose, and it seemed that nothing had changed. Yet, she was acutely aware that she could no longer laugh freely or cry unabashedly as she once did. Youth is always just a phase; once you have experienced certain things, it passes and will never repeat itself. With the loss of youth, everyone also loses their innocence. Youth is always just a phase; once you have experienced certain things, it passes and will never repeat itself. With the loss of youth, everyone also loses their innocence

It is said that this is all because of love, because when one loves a person, everything becomes willingly accepted. This statement was validated in her own experience. However, what if she does not like the things he does? He always treats her words as if they were mere whispers in the wind. In retrospect, it seems that his love for her was insufficient. Perhaps, there was no love at all. Many international students abroad come together out of loneliness; perhaps he was merely seeking companionship. Yet, for some reason, at that time, she foolishly believed that he loved her just as she loved him. Many international students abroad come together out of loneliness; perhaps he was merely seeking companionship. Yet, for some reason, at that time, she foolishly believed that he loved her just as she loved him.

As for Bai Tian, for some reason, she always has an inescapable sense of closeness and familiarity. Perhaps this feeling stems from many years ago when Yan Bai Yao was with her, and he mentioned more than once that he had a cousin, recounting the mischievous and troublesome things they did together as children, as well as the punishments they faced. Therefore, from that time on, she had the desire to get to know him better if given the chance. Although she is not getting to know him in the capacity of his girlfriend now, the sense of familiarity with Bai Tian remains deeply ingrained in her heart. Thus, from that time on, she had the desire to get to know him better if given the chance. Although she is not getting to know him in the capacity of his girlfriend now, the sense of familiarity with Bai Tian remains deeply ingrained in her heart.

Wang Shuimo took a taxi to Dr. Li's private clinic to pick up her medication. The car slowly drove through the busy streets of Luohai, with pedestrians rushing by outside the window, flowing past her like a stream.

She swallowed the medicine, took out a photograph from under the pillow, and gazed at it intently for a long time, as the pain gradually subsided. A smile appeared at the corners of her mouth as she placed the photograph against her chest

Hello, are you Miss Wang Shuimo?" The male voice on the other end sounded somewhat hesitant

A faint pain lingered in her elbow, but that pain was far less significant than the one that came from the depths of her heart. Wang Shuimo could only keep taking deep breaths, again and again; only in this way could she avoid suffocating from the pain. Yet Yan Baiyao was still unwilling to let her go, and his subsequent words plunged her into the deepest abyss. No wonder she hadn't seen her father for days; it turned out he was anxiously running around over the loan issue. It seems that her father's casual remarks on ordinary days were merely to reassure her and were utterly untrustworthy. No wonder she hadn't seen her father for days; it turned out he was anxiously running around over the loan issue. It seems that her father's casual remarks on ordinary days were merely to reassure her and were utterly untrustworthy.

Damn it, it's a good thing that group of worthless friends doesn't know. Otherwise, Yan Baiyao would truly become the biggest joke among the children of noble families! How would he ever survive after this!

He was immediately rendered speechless, and he certainly could not respond to her with: "You are also a pig!"

Yan Baiyao suddenly felt a surge of hatred: "Do not turn to my younger brother just because Tang Shi refuses to release your father's loan. I tell you, the decision on whether Zhongcheng Ruizhi Group's affiliated bank grants loans lies with me, not him"

After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, one realizes that in this world, only parents treat you unconditionally well. In this world, only a father, regardless of how dependent, immature, or childish she may be, will always cherish her as a treasure. Unlike him, who, when in love, sees everything good about you, but once love fades, cannot tolerate your immaturity, your dependence, and your childishness.

Yet she never quite understands those; she simply loves this flavor. Yan Baiyao used to find it strange that with so many varieties of fruit in the world, she only liked to eat this one and hardly touched the others. Every time she went to the supermarket, she would come back with large paper bags full of them.

Wang Shuimo: "Alright, thank you"

She frowned slightly and asked, "Who? Is it Tang Handong?" Wang Shuimo took a sip of orange juice, which was sweet with a hint of sourness. Nutritionists say that oranges are rich in vitamin C and niacin, which can help lower blood lipids and cholesterol levels in the body

Yan Baiyao felt a surge of anger rising within him, which was completely uncharacteristic of his usually calm demeanor. He quickly closed the distance, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully yanked it back. Wang Shuimo lost her balance and was pulled backward by his strength. With a final dull thud, she collided against the wall

She is strangely stubborn about certain things, and once she likes something, she never gets tired of it. She always drinks the same type of coffee, eats cereal from the same brand, and wears T-shirts from the same brand. Stubborn to the point of foolishness

She is the last patient scheduled by Dr. Li today. Dr. Li has also become available, so he inquired in detail about her condition: "Miss Wang, has the pain intensified recently?" Wang Shuimo nodded.

"By the way, how do you know Brother Tang?" he asked, bringing up the topic.

Wang Shuimo glanced at the time displayed on her watch, knowing that the rush hour was about to begin. With many people and cars in Luohai, traffic jams were a phenomenon more common than meals. She pondered for a few seconds and nodded, saying: "Alright. Thank you very much."

Since childhood, Yu Bo Tian grew up alongside him, and Yan Bo Yao naturally understands Yu Bo Tian better than Tang Han Dong. This kid has a face full of excitement and flattery, looking just like he did when he was a child trying to be good to trick his grandfather into giving him candy.

Yan Baiyao silently smiled bitterly: If he could have spoken his thoughts, he would have done so eight hundred years ago, and would not have waited until today