He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Yu Chengfeng hadn't expected her to say such a thing.

He was stunned by the painful light in her eyes.

He had indeed previously thought that this woman didn't care that much about Yan Hui.

But now he is uncertain.

Such a woman is not afraid to do or think; as she herself said, she simply cannot.

In life, there are many times when it really is a matter of "cannot".

It makes people go through countless twists and turns, yet they can never take that crucial step.

"Miss Ye."

Seeing her stand up to leave, Yu Chengfeng hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I won't refute what you said, but there's something I want to tell you. If Yan Hui can be brave for you, why are you still so timid? Why don't you think about the things you care about from the other side? Aren't they also things he cares about? If you're in pain, his pain is no less than yours."

He picked up the checks on the table, his tone serious and earnest this time. "It was my abruptness in offering you a price earlier, and I apologize. As for whether you go to the police station to help Yan Hui, I have no right to force you. That's all I wanted to say to you today. Consider it me meddling in other people's business. Think about it carefully."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the small restaurant first.

Siyi stood there, lost and bewildered, unable to come to her senses for a long time. When she finally left, she accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, which caused her to hit the spot where she had been injured before. She felt a sharp pain, as if the pain from the wound was still tearing at her heart.

This place

He had been injured in this spot before, and he had once flew into a rage because of it, berating the doctors at the hospital...

But now that he's in the police station, she doesn't have the courage to bail him out.

Only she knew what it meant to Yu Chengfeng to rename it A Tanghuang.

He's right, she's a coward. He's right, he's also suffering what she's going through. Everything he said is true...

But how could she possibly outwardly obey but inwardly defy her father?

How could she possibly abandon everything else and just fight for everything she wanted?

Dad has already suffered enough; he lost Mom. She can't let him lose his own daughter too...

She really can't do it...

She didn't know how she got out of the small restaurant. Only after she was outside did she realize that she hadn't paid. So she staggered back and, when she handed the money to the owner, she accidentally bumped into several bowls on the table, causing them to fall to the ground with a crash.

Yu Chengfeng was long gone, but everyone in the small restaurant was staring at her. Siyi hurriedly apologized again, instinctively crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of glass. Her hands flailing wildly, the shards cutting her fingers, blood flowing rapidly. She held up her hands, staring blankly at them.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, it's true that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and they all hurt!

She didn't know if it was because the wound was too deep, but her heart was also aching dully. Blood flowed down her fingers and into her palm, and her hands were covered in blood. Her eyes were filled with blood, and only then did she feel fear.

Pain! Excruciating pain! It felt like someone was tearing my internal organs apart, and my whole body felt contorted with pain.

The restaurant owner heard the commotion outside and came out. Seeing her hands covered in blood, he looked worried. "Miss, are you alright? There's a hospital right across the street. Your hand is injured. I'll take you there."

She ignored him, and just slumped to the ground, still feeling pain, as if her chest was about to explode.

She knew that her appearance would surely surprise those around her, but she didn't care anymore. Suddenly, she remembered something, struggled to get up from the ground, and ran quickly out of the small restaurant.

The shopkeeper kept calling after her, but she didn't hear a word. She just ran like a madwoman to a newsstand by the roadside and found the latest newspaper.

Yu Chengfeng was right; the above did indeed record Jiang Yanhui's story.

He assaulted someone, was detained, and is currently at the police station. There are photos and vivid descriptions. The incident has caused a huge stir, and the mention of Jiang Yanhui's name has made the report even more sensational.

She didn't know how she got back to the hospital. She walked like a zombie to the door of the ward and saw an elderly man with a full head of white hair standing there.

Siyi paused for a moment, then remembered what Dr. Li had said earlier that the hospital director was coming to ask for her. She mustered her spirits and walked over quickly. A moment later, she saw Ye Zhenghao walking out of the ward.

"Siyi, where have you been?" Ye Zhenghao asked with concern when he saw her unusually pale face. "Why do you look so pale?"

Siyi smiled weakly, "It's nothing. Big brother, who is this...?"

"This is the dean." Ye Zhenghao naturally showed great respect to the dean. He gently closed the ward door before saying, "Dean Zhuo just got off the plane and came straight here. I am truly grateful."

Dean Zhuo appeared to be in his fifties, and was quite energetic, though his brows conveyed a sense of coldness and aloofness.

It was clear that this person had long held a high position, and Siyi understood that it would take a great deal of face for someone like him to personally travel from abroad just to see a patient.

But at this moment, this realization felt like a pair of cold hands slapping her hard across the face.

The pain was intense, and her chest felt hot and stuffy. Everything seemed to be telling her that she was a selfish woman who only knew how to accept things.

"Siyi... Siyi, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that she was distracted, Ye Zhenghao reached out and tugged at her arm, only to find that her hand was covered in blood. He turned pale with fright and grabbed her wrist, asking, "What happened to your hand?"

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and her voice became extremely stiff. "It's nothing. I accidentally bumped into a piece of broken glass when I went to eat just now and got cut."

"How could you be so careless? Does it hurt?"

Ye Zhenghao was naturally distressed. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let the nurse take you to clean your wound. Dean Zhuo just said that he needs to analyze Dad's specific situation and will give you a reply in a few days. I see that you've been very tired these past few days. How about this, I don't have anything to do on my end today, so I'll stay here and watch over Dad. You go home and get some sleep."

Siyi didn't even know when Dean Zhuo left. When Ye Zhenghao mentioned it, she just hummed indifferently.

Ye Zhenghao assumed she was distracted because she was injured, so he found a nurse and asked her to clean her wound.

Siyi was led around by the nurse, dazed and unaware of the pain. Actually, when the nurse cleaned her wound, the alcohol stung a little when it touched it. The nurse kept telling her to bear it and to tell her if it hurt, but she didn't utter a sound and her expression remained blank.

Even after the wound was bandaged, the nurse smiled slightly at her and said, "Ms. Ye, you have a high pain tolerance. Okay, don't get the wound wet for the next few days. I'll change the dressing again in three days."

Siyi couldn't bring herself to smile. She felt she didn't even have the energy to say a word. After watching the nurse give her some more anti-inflammatory medicine, she picked up a plastic bag and left the hospital.

She didn't drive because she wasn't feeling well, so she took a taxi home.

There's no one at home lately, and Auntie has gone back to her hometown. Siyi returned to the empty house feeling utterly exhausted.

She poured herself a glass of water, took out two pills and swallowed them with the water, and finally lay down on the bed and fell into a drowsy sleep.

She slept exceptionally soundly, but had all sorts of bizarre and fantastical dreams.

In fact, when she woke up, she couldn't remember what she had dreamed about.

I just feel tired, completely exhausted, as if every nerve in my body is screaming for a strike.

Perhaps she had slept for too long, because she still had a splitting headache when she woke up. She sat on the bed and didn't want to get up. She reached for the remote control on the bedside table and turned on the TV aimlessly. But as soon as the screen lit up, a news report jumped into her eyes.

On the huge LCD screen, the man was only shown in profile, but Siyi had seen this photo before; it was the one she had seen in the newspaper that afternoon.

The host is saying something, and this kind of gossip news commentary is mostly similar to gossip headlines.

Siyi turned off the TV expressionlessly, tossed the remote onto the blanket, and then got out of bed. Unexpectedly, she heard that deep male voice again.

"...If Yan Hui can be brave for you, why are you still so timid? Why don't you think about the things you care about from the other side? Aren't they also things he cares about? If you are in pain, his pain is no less than yours."

…………

She closed her eyes in anguish, and at that moment she finally remembered what dream she had just had.

It turns out she dreamt that he was in jail.

He kept calling his own name.

Although she knew she was overthinking things, someone like Jiang Yanhui would never go to jail.

But she knew she could no longer remain indifferent.

She knew she was finished; she was already deeply entangled and unable to extricate herself.

Even though I know it's wrong, I still let my heart sink deeper and deeper.

She suddenly stood up and strode towards the dressing room.

She knew it was wrong of her to help him; she knew everything, but…

Consider it repaying the favor he did for saving me before, just consider it that way...

Yes, that's all. Don't think about anything else.