Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

Zhou Qi left something behind, which was a mark of his possession.

He covered Jiang Yan with a blanket, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and without even changing his clothes, went to the hotel in the pouring rain to get a room.

Zhou Qi didn't sleep, but sat on the hotel bay window with his eyes open, staring at the rain clouds outside until the next morning.

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Zhou Qi took a deep breath: "Fuck, how could I leave Jiang Yan alone in the room!"

Jiang Yan is in such poor health, what should he do if he has a fever?!

Fuck, Zhou Qi, you bastard, you idiot!

Zhou Qi picked up his phone and was about to walk to the door when the phone suddenly rang. Zhou Qi answered the call while hurriedly walking out.

"What..." Zhou Qi had just uttered a word when Yun Yang's angry voice on the other end of the phone exploded in Zhou Qi's ears.

"Fuck your uncle Zhou Qi, you bastard!"

Zhou Qi was confused by Yun Yang's scolding: "What's wrong?"

Yun Yang was furious: "What's wrong? You still have the nerve to ask what's wrong? You put Jiang Yan in the hospital and you still have the nerve to ask what's wrong?"

"Jiang Yan is always so good to you, how could you have the heart to do that to him?! Where's your conscience? Has it been eaten by a dog?! You're such a heartless bastard!"

"If I hadn't woken up by the cold early in the morning and gone to see Xiao Jiang, he would have been feverish and irritated by now."

"But you gave Xiao Jiang pneumonia! He didn't have any clothes to wear, just a thin blanket, and the windows weren't closed tightly. Xiao Jiang would easily get sick under normal circumstances, and you didn't even clean up after him, and it was raining heavily outside! Do you want him to die?!"

"If you like Xiao Jiang, then pursue her well. I have no objection. I can even assist you. But you ended up sending Xiao Jiang to the hospital!!"

"After Xiao Jiang wakes up, it's up to him to decide whether to go or stay. I don't think he really wants to see you anymore, so you should be more conscious and stay away from Xiao Jiang."

"Xiao Jiang has suffered enough injustice over the years. I don't want him to be sad anymore."

Yun Yang's words weren't particularly harsh, but they were sharp, so sharp that every word seemed to pierce Zhou Qi's heart, causing him to bleed and feel excruciating pain.

Yun Yang truly regards Jiang Yan as his younger brother.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Qi remained silent for a long time, his hand pressed on the doorknob. Then, his voice hoarse from not sleeping all night, he spoke: "Which hospital? Let me see him."

"..."

Yun Yang didn't intend to tell Zhou Qi, but there was a hint of begging in Zhou Qi's tone.

"Brother, I'll just take a look at him and leave soon."

Zhou Qi came from a good family and had an arrogant personality. It was always others who asked him for help. This was the first time Zhou Qi asked someone for help.

Yun Yang thought about how Zhou Qi took care of Jiang Yan and sighed, but still couldn't bring himself to do it. "In the Second Central Hospital."

"Xiao Jiang won't wake up for a while, so you can leave after you've taken a look."

Zhou Qi didn't answer again, but Yun Yang had just finished speaking when he heard the sound of Zhou Qi suddenly opening the door and running on the other end of the phone.

The hospital and the hotel were not far away, so Zhou Qi arrived there quickly. Yun Yang told Zhou Qi the ward number on the phone, and Zhou Qi ran upstairs.

The door was not closed. As soon as Zhou Qi entered, he saw Jiang Yan lying on the hospital bed. His face was slightly red due to a high fever, which made his lips look even paler.

Jiang Yan was originally fair-skinned, but now he seemed even whiter than the hospital quilt.

Yun Yang still felt a little disgusted with the culprit who caused Jiang Yan to become what he is now.

He put down the cotton swab he was using to moisten Jiang Yan's lips, turned around and glanced at Zhou Qi: "Let's go after you've taken a look."

Zhou Qi put his hands on the door frame and squeezed it hard. He hadn't even caught his breath from running up, but he still subconsciously slowed down his breathing for fear of disturbing Jiang Yan who was lying on the hospital bed.

Zhou Qi bowed deeply to the people in the room: "I'm sorry."

The fault was Zhou Qi's. He didn't defend himself. He just apologized and walked out.

He didn't walk far, but sat on a chair next to the ward door, in a daze.