He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Wei Yinuo nodded perfunctorily: "Go back and get some rest, then come over tonight."

This time, Xu Ning obediently nodded.

"it is good."

As she left, Xu Ning reminded Wei Yinuo to think it over carefully.

Wei Yinuo nodded and breathed a sigh of relief after watching Xu Ning leave.

She took a deep breath.

Seeing this, Song Zhi smiled and joked, "I think Xu Ning is pretty good."

Wei Yinuo nodded in agreement: "He's a very nice person."

Song Zhi sat beside her, glancing at her sideways: "Why don't you consider it?"

Wei Yinuo shook her head and said softly, "He deserves better."

"Nono, maybe in Xu Ning's heart, you are the best?"

"No, I am not."

Song Zhi sighed softly and patted her shoulder gently: "Alright, don't overthink it, just rest well."

In the afternoon, Fu Ya arranged for a psychologist to come over. When Song Zhi saw the psychologist, she was still a little worried that Wei Yinuo wouldn't be able to accept it.

But to my surprise, she accepted it readily and started talking to a psychologist.

Song Zhi silently left the ward.

I didn't expect Zhou Yan to still be here.

This surprised her somewhat.

"I thought you were gone."

Song Zhi spoke.

Zhou Yan glanced at her and shook his head slightly: "No."

Song Zhi didn't know what to say to Zhou Yan, so she sat silently beside him.

I had just sat down when my phone rang in my bag.

Song Zhi took out her phone and saw that it was a call from Fu Lu.

Song Zhi swiped to answer: "Hello, Ninth Brother."

"Come to your father's hospital room."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "You're with my dad?"

"Well, come here."

"I know, I'll be right there."

He then hung up the phone.

She said to Zhou Yan, "Ninth Brother is looking for me, I'll go there first, please tell Nuonuo."

Zhou Yan nodded without saying anything.

Song Zhi said nothing and got up to leave.

She had only taken a couple of steps when Zhou Yan's voice came from behind her: "Song Xiaozhi."

Song Zhi paused, turned to look at Zhou Yan: "Is there anything else?"

"Please put in a good word for me with Ninth Brother. I'm serious about what I said to him."

Song Zhi understood what he meant.

Song Zhi nodded, said nothing more, and walked towards the elevator.

Zhou Yan sat blankly in the corridor, staring at Wei Yinuo's ward.

When the psychologist came out, he quickly went up to him and asked about the situation.

"Zhang Ying, how is she?"

Zhang Ying smiled and asked Zhou Yan, "Is that girl your girlfriend?"

Zhou Yan paused for a moment, then shook his head: "She's my friend's niece."

"I thought it was your girlfriend."

Zhang Ying and Zhou Yan were friends, so when Zhou Yan learned that Wei Yinuo needed psychological counseling, he recommended Zhang Ying to come over.

"how is she?"

"Not good, keep a close eye on it."

Zhou Yan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"I'm worried the little girl might do something foolish."

fudge?

Zhou Yan was stunned.

He never imagined that the usually cheerful Wei Yinuo would do such a thing.

impossible.

Zhou Yan gently turned the doorknob, and with a creak, the door slowly opened, and he walked in.

The ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant, and the white walls looked particularly cold under the light.

Wei Yinuo sat blankly on the hospital bed, staring blankly ahead, as if her soul had already drifted to some distant place.

Thinking of what Zhang Ying had just said, I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my chest.

He walked step by step toward the hospital bed, his leather shoes making a rhythmic sound as they hit the ground.

As he approached the bedside, he leaned down slightly and softly called out, "Yinuo."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wei Yinuo slowly raised her eyes and her gaze fell upon the man in front of her.

Why did you come again?

The sound was so light and airy, as if a gust of wind could carry it away.

He reached out and pulled over the chair next to the hospital bed, slowly sat down, and faced Wei Yinuo.

He leaned closer, a gentle smile on his face, and explained softly, "Your aunt has something to attend to and has to leave. She asked me to let you know."

"Oh, I understand, thank you."

Wei Yinuo responded calmly, her face still devoid of any extra emotion.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she was deliberately avoiding Zhou Yan's eyes.

Seeing Wei Yinuo's distant attitude towards him, Zhou Yan felt as if his heart was tangled in a mess, and he became inexplicably irritable.

He took a deep breath and said, slowly and deliberately, "Yinuo, be with me."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinuo remained calm on the surface. However, her hand, hidden under the blanket, unconsciously gripped the sheet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. The sheet was wrinkled from her gripping, revealing the turmoil within her.

Seeing her silence, Zhou Yan assumed she was hesitating, so he continued, "I will take good care of you. Although I don't know what my feelings are for you, I want you to stay by my side."

Wei Yinuo stood rooted to the spot, her eyes glazed over, staring blankly at Zhou Yan opposite her.

Just now, after hearing what Zhou Yan said, my heart was still fluttering, itchy, and filled with an indescribable anticipation.

However, as Zhou Yan spoke again, Wei Yinuo felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over her head, instantly chilling her to the bone.

The thrill that had been lingering in her heart vanished without a trace, as if easily blown away by a gust of wind.

She couldn't help but secretly laugh at her own naivety and foolishness.

How could she be so stupid? How could she think that Zhou Yan would like her?

Everything was clear from the beginning.

When she confessed her feelings to Zhou Yan before, his cold and resolute gaze and his words were like a sharp knife, mercilessly slicing through the beautiful illusions in her heart.

He made it perfectly clear to her that he wouldn't like a girl like her.

Now, Zhou Yan's sudden words, in Wei Yinuo's view, were nothing more than pity for her pitiful state.

Thinking of this, Wei Yinuo felt a dense, tingling pain in her heart, as if countless tiny bees were swarming in from nowhere and stinging her heart.

The pain wasn't the excruciating kind, but rather like fine needles pricking her repeatedly, making her feel terribly uncomfortable, with each breath causing a stinging pain.

She instinctively reached out and gripped the bed sheet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her palms sweaty.

Her hands tightened and loosened repeatedly, as if she were waging a fierce battle with her inner emotions.

She desperately told herself that she had to stay calm.

She took a deep breath, forced a nonchalant smile, and said in a slightly trembling but composed voice, "Forget it."

Zhou Yan's expectant expression froze instantly.

A hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something but was momentarily speechless.

After a long while, he finally found his voice and asked somewhat anxiously, "Why? Didn't you say you liked me?"

His voice carried a hint of questioning, mixed with a touch of panic.