A fashion queen

"Yun Ting, is this really you? I'm not dreaming..." Cui Xueying stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in disbelief, her voice trembling as if it would vanish in the next second. Her head felt dizzy and her vision blurry. Was she really so ill that she was hallucinating? Or was she already dead, and what she saw was just the ghost?

"No, no, Xueying, I'm right here with you! If you don't believe me, just reach out and touch me." Mo Yunting quickly reached out and grasped Cui Xueying's cold, slightly trembling hand, his eyes filled with tenderness. His heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of tiny needles, his eyes instantly reddening. Looking at Cui Xueying, lying on the hospital bed, pale as a sheet and emaciated, he couldn't imagine the torment and pain she had endured during this time.

Mo Yunting gnashed his teeth, his heart filled with resentment and anger towards Lu Yu. He must have used some despicable and shameless means to torture the kind and weak Xue Ying into this dying state!

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. The piercing pain did nothing to soothe the raging rage within him. He vowed to himself that, even if it cost him everything, he would make him pay a heavy price for his sins! He would not stop until he had driven him into eternal damnation!

At this time, Lu Yu was standing in front of the bed next to him with a nervous look on his face. He had no idea that Mo Yunting had already betrayed him. He looked at Cui Xueying, who had just woken up on the bed, with a concerned look.

He wanted to take a step forward several times, but finally stopped hesitantly, fearing that he would accidentally anger the weak person in front of him and cause her condition to worsen.

"Xueying, that's great, you finally woke up..." Lu Yu's voice trembled slightly, filled with indescribable excitement and joy. However, this joy was very restrained because of his concern for Cui Xueying's physical condition.

When Cui Xueying heard that the familiar voice actually came from Lu Yu, she was stunned for a moment. She stared at Lu Yu with eyes wide open in disbelief, and it took a long time for her to come back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

It turned out that all this wasn't a nightmare, but something that really happened. Oh my god, I'm still alive. How wonderful! And the baby in my belly must be safe and sound, right? But why is Yun Ting here? Countless questions flooded her mind, making her feel dizzy.

Cui Xueying shook her dizzy head vigorously, trying to free herself from the chaotic state and regain some clarity. She raised her hand with difficulty and stroked Mo Yunting's cheek. In a weak but puzzled voice, she asked, "Yunting, why are you here?"

Seeing this, Mo Yunting immediately held Cui Xueying's hand gently and said softly: "It's okay, don't worry, dear, I'm fine, don't worry, the doctor said that we can go home after a few more days of observation." As he spoke, he gently stroked Cui Xueying's forehead, hoping to give her more comfort and strength in this way.

Lu Yu was like a transparent person, being ignored by them. He lowered his eyes in loneliness and retreated silently. Each step seemed so heavy and powerless. At this moment, he deeply realized that he was a completely insignificant outsider in this place. He chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Haha, this is really a big joke!"

Mo Yunting and Cui Xueying were not unaware of Lu Yu's presence, but they had simultaneously chosen to ignore him. Because at this moment, Lu Yu was the person they least wanted to face. However, circumstances forced them to confront him. If they wanted to leave this place safely and smoothly, they ultimately needed Lu Yu's approval.

Just as Lu Yu turned around and was about to leave, Cui Xueying suddenly shouted, "Uh, Lu Yu, I wonder if you still remember the agreement we made?" Her voice was crisp and urgent.

Lu Yu froze abruptly upon hearing the sound, as if he had been cast under a spell. He had never expected that Cui Xueying would be so eager to leave.

After all, she had just experienced a life-and-death situation and had barely escaped from the terrifying gates of hell.

Lu Yu clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hands. After a moment's silence, he said coldly: "I will let you go when you are fully recovered. I always keep my word." After that, he turned around and left resolutely, without even the courage to look back.

He truly didn't want to stay there any longer, watching Cui Xueying and Mo Yunting's affectionate and passionate interactions. But at the same time, the moment he turned to leave, a sense of relief inexplicably welled up in his heart. Perhaps, learning to let go was a form of self-salvation and liberation for him.