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

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinuo's lips curled up slightly, revealing a carefree smile.

The smile seemed relaxed, yet it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible bitterness.

She said casually, "I used to like it, but I don't anymore. Besides, I was young and naive back then, so please don't take it to heart."

Upon hearing Wei Yinuo's casual words, Zhou Yan's previously calm expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant.

His brows furrowed tightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes—surprise, disappointment, and a hint of inexplicable anger.

He spoke with a stern face and a low, questioning tone, "You don't like it anymore? Wei Yinuo, is your preference so fickle?"

Faced with the man's stern questioning, Wei Yinuo involuntarily shrank back.

Her hands unconsciously gripped the sheets tightly, and she bit her lip until it turned pale.

After a long while, she finally mustered her courage and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Are you pitying me?"

Zhou Yan was slightly taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes. He subconsciously denied it, saying, "No."

Wei Yinuo took a deep breath and continued, "If it's not out of pity, and you don't like me, why are you with me? You don't owe me anything, there's really no need to force yourself like this."

Although her voice wasn't loud, every word seemed to strike Zhou Yan's heart heavily, leaving him feeling somewhat stifled.

“No sympathy, Yinuo. I’m not sure if my feelings for you right now are love, but I’m sure I want you to stay by my side.”

Upon hearing this, Wei Yinuo chuckled softly, then muttered gently, "Uncle Zhou Yan, you're very strange."

"what?"

Wei Yinuo pointed lightly to her face, her voice filled with self-loathing: "Uncle Zhou Yan, look closely, don't you think this scar is terrifying?"

The gauze on her face has been removed.

The scar is still a bit red.

It resembles a winding little snake, looking particularly ferocious.

Before Zhou Yan could respond, she subconsciously tugged at her uneven hair and continued, "And this hair, don't you think it looks awful? It makes you look like an ugly monster."

When Zhou Yan heard her words, his heart clenched painfully, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He suddenly stood up, staring intently at Wei Yinuo, his eyes filled with heartache.

Zhou Yan instinctively reached out to grab her, but then hesitated, afraid of being too forward, and left his hands hovering in mid-air.

His voice was urgent, with a slight tremor: "No, Yinuo, no."

Wei Yinuo raised her head slightly, staring at Zhou Yan with eyes full of doubt and sadness, and asked coldly, "What is it? Don't try to comfort me. I know how terrible I look right now."

"Your hair will grow back, and the scars on your face will disappear as long as you take good care of them."

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, intending to stroke her head, but then stopped in mid-air.

Wei Yinuo listened to Zhou Yan's words and simply lowered her head without saying a word.

Scars on the face may disappear, but scars in the heart can never be erased.

Those painful memories were like sharp knives, deeply etched into her heart. Each time she recalled them, it was like rubbing salt into the wound.

She didn't want to discuss the topic anymore.

Wei Yinuo slowly raised her head and said softly, "Uncle Zhou Yan, can you do what you promised me today?"

Zhou Yan didn't react for a moment, his eyes full of doubt, and asked, "That matter?"

Wei Yinuo said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want to see Fu Yao."

Zhou Yan blurted out in surprise, "Now?"

Wei Yinuo nodded emphatically: "Yes, is that alright?"

"I need to tell your uncle about this."

Wei Yinuo nodded slightly: "Okay, you can call my uncle."

Zhou Yan took out his phone, walked to the balcony, and dialed Fu Lu's number.

The hospital room of Song's father at that time.

When Song Zhi arrived, she saw Fu Lu sitting by her father's bedside. The two were talking about something, and Song's father had a smile on his face.

Seeing Song Zhi enter, Song's father raised his hand towards her: "Xiao Zhi, come here."

"dad."

"It's been a hard time."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised.

Before he could speak, Song's father continued, "President Fu already told me."

Song Zhi looked at Fu Lu with a bewildered expression.

Fu Lu explained to him calmly, "Uncle knows that you've been helping to take care of Nuonuo lately."

Song Zhi understood.

She looked at her father, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Dad, I'm sorry. I said I'd help you with your discharge, but I haven't had the time."

"It's alright, Mr. Fu has already made arrangements for me, and I'll be discharged tomorrow."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised: "Tomorrow?"

"Oh, right, about your marriage certificate, you two should discuss it and choose an auspicious date."

Song Zhi looked shocked.

Before she could speak, Fu Lu reached out and grabbed her hand, explaining, "Today is to discuss getting our marriage certificate with your father and choose an auspicious date."

Song Zhi sighed helplessly, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Fu Lu replied matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm anxious. I'm getting old, I can't delay any longer."

Song Zhi was amused by Fu Lu's words.

"You're not older than me, you're just a few years older."

"You'll be thirty in a few years, isn't that old?"

"I can't be bothered to talk to you."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed: "Dad, how have you been feeling these past few days?"

Mr. Song smiled and said, "That's good. By the way, when I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll arrange for both families to have a meal together. You're both getting married, so you should have a meal together to discuss things."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi became somewhat nervous.

"Dad, don't worry, the most important thing for you right now is to take good care of your health."

Fu Lu chimed in from the side, "Uncle Song, once we've set a date, I'll let you know in advance."

Mr. Song smiled and nodded: "That's fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lu's phone rang.

He took out his phone and glanced at the contact name.

It was Zhou Yan calling.

Fu Lu thought about what Zhou Yan had told him and suddenly became quite angry.

I don't want to answer.

Song Zhi glanced at it and asked curiously, "Zhou Yan called you, why didn't you answer?"

"catch."

As he spoke, he slid the connection.

"whats the matter?"

Zhou Yan recounted the incident to Fu Lu over the phone, and Fu Lu frowned upon hearing it.

"Can her body handle it?"

"Alright, tomorrow, it's too late today."

"It's okay, I'll hang up now."

Without giving Zhou Yan any chance to speak, he hung up the phone.

Song Zhi watched him hang up the phone and asked curiously, "What did Zhou Yan say you said?"

"Yinuo said he wanted to see Fu Yao."

"You agreed?"

Fu Lu nodded: "Arrange for her to go there tomorrow. She can see him if she wants."

"In the afternoon, the psychologist came to talk to Yinuo."

"how is the situation?"

"I don't know either. When I arrived, the doctor was still there, but Zhou Yan was."

Fu Lu frowned: "Is he here?"

"Yes, I'm with Nuonuo."

"You beast, I disagree."

As she spoke, she prepared to call Zhou Yan...