Keeping the promise

The doctor nodded and said, "In the next period of time, pay more attention to his emotional changes and try to avoid irritating him." The doctor patted Zheng Wancheng on the shoulder to show encouragement.

Zheng Wancheng nodded silently, his eyes fell on the unconscious Li Yunting again, his heart filled with guilt and heartache.

She slowly walked to Li Yunting, squatted down, and gently held his hand. His hand was cold and weak, which made her heart tighten even more.

"It's all my fault. I should have noticed your pain earlier." She said silently in her heart. She couldn't help but let her tears fall, dripping on the back of Li Yunting's hand.

After Zheng Wancheng sent the doctor away, he walked back to Li Yunting's bedside with heavy and slow steps and sat down gently.

Her eyes were gentle and complex, containing thousands of words, but she didn't know where to start. She just stared quietly at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.

She slowly stretched out her hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and gently touched the outline of Li Yunting, from his thick eyebrows, which were as handsome as ink paintings, to his high nose bridge, which was as straight as a peak, to his tightly closed lips, which no longer had the sharpness of the past.

Her movements were so gentle as if she was touching a precious and fragile treasure, afraid that she would damage it with the slightest force.

Looking at Li Yunting, who was sleeping quietly and no longer crazy, Zheng Wancheng felt mixed emotions.

She couldn't help but lean forward slightly, and with a hint of greed, she leaned lightly on him, as if trying to absorb some warmth and strength.

Her lips trembled slightly, and she murmured to herself: "Li Yunting, what should I do with you? I really love and hate you." Her voice was as light as falling snowflakes, but full of endless emotions.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, the past sweetness and warmth, quarrels and hurts, intertwined together, making her heart ache.

The romantic times when they walked together under the moon and flowers, the countless warm nights when they slept in each other's arms, and the cold wars and tears after the fierce quarrels, all kept emerging in her mind.

"When I love you, you are my whole world. Every smile and every look of yours can make my heart beat faster and fill me with happiness." Zheng Wancheng's voice was full of attachment and nostalgia, and her eyes became misty, as if she had returned to those beautiful moments.

"But when I want to escape from you, the pain is like a knife, stabbing deeply into my heart and making it difficult for me to breathe. I want to stay away from you and forget you, but I always think of you inadvertently." Her tears slid down quietly and dripped onto Li Yunting's clothes, leaving small wet marks.

"But every time I see you so vulnerable now, my heart can't help but soften." Zheng Wancheng closed her eyes tightly, tears kept pouring out, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the pain in her heart was like a raging torrent that could not be stopped.

"Li Yunting, don't you think it's because we are too selfish that we have come to this point? Why does fate have to play tricks on us like this?" Her voice became lower and lower, and in the end only soft sobs remained. The sobs echoed in the silent room, filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

The room was filled with Zheng Wancheng's sadness and helplessness. She leaned on Li Yunting, immersed in her own chaotic emotional world.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only her sobs and heavy breathing intertwined together, telling this story full of love and hate.

When Li Yunxuan learned that his mother was taken away by his father again, he was filled with rage, and the rage seemed to burn his entire body.

He rushed back home in a hurry, with veins bulging on his forehead and his teeth clenched.

"Li Yunting, come out!" He shouted so loudly that the beams seemed to tremble, and walked in with big strides. His steps were quick and powerful, and each step was filled with angry power.

His heart was filled with anxiety and anger, and he wanted to find Li Yunting immediately and ask him why he treated his mother like this.

Zheng Wancheng heard the noise and walked out of the room, with a trace of fatigue and worry on her face and helplessness in her eyes.

As soon as Li Yunxuan saw his mother, he quickly stepped forward, his eyes full of nervousness and concern. He looked her up and down quickly and asked anxiously, "Mom, are you okay? That bastard didn't do anything to you, did he?" His voice trembled with nervousness, and his heart was in his throat, fearing that his mother would be hurt in the slightest.

Zheng Wancheng shook her head gently and said, "I'm fine. The one who's in trouble is your dad. He fainted." Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Li Yunxuan widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and asked hurriedly: "What is going on? Why did it suddenly happen?" His heart was full of confusion and shock. He had never expected this to happen.