She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

His voice was clear and gentle, and his expression was mild with a hint of guilt, which was noticeable but not obvious.

Fang Li was somewhat dazed, as if the scene before her was something that only happened in a dream, and the man's gloomy and disgusted expression was just her imagination.

But Song Yuchen spoke up: "Yu Wei has a mild concussion and needs to be hospitalized for observation for two days. She'll be in the ward next to yours."

He reminded her that it wasn't true.

"Why are you telling me this? Do you want me to apologize to her?"

Shouldn't you apologize if you hurt someone?

"I didn't hurt her, she bumped into me herself!"

Fang Li didn't want to explain at all, but she couldn't bear the resentment in her heart.

Everything that just happened wasn't her fault, and even though she and Song Yuchen had broken up, she still didn't want him to look at her like that.

She vowed to explain this once and for all, whether he believed her or not; she needed to give herself an explanation.

Song Yuchen stood a few steps away, looking down at her. His expression, which had been somewhat apologetic, changed slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.

Do you know what Yu Wei said?

He stared intently at her, and when Fang Li looked up, she met his eyes, which were full of disappointment.

"She said she didn't blame you because she lost her footing, that she just wanted to come see you and didn't expect you to misunderstand her so deeply. She was understanding of your suffering from cyberbullying and your illness, and never said a bad word about you. And what about you?"

"Fang Li, how could you have become like this!"

Fang Li looked at him for a long time, her eyes shifting from shock to disappointment, and then to indifference.

She turned her head away, looking out the window with a detached expression, but the cold smile on her lips was impossible to hide.

It was very light, yet full of irony.

"Song Yuchen, how many years have we known each other?"

Song Yuchen was taken aback, and after a moment of silence, replied, "Almost six years."

"Six years—" Fang Li couldn't help but laugh.

Six years!

For nearly six years, she had never imagined it.

She thought she could entrust her life to the man she could love forever, but his trust in her was so fragile!

And she actually cherished this man for six years.

Fang Li stood up and looked at him coldly: "Song Yuchen, if I wasn't clear enough on the phone before, I'll say it again today. Listen carefully."

Her clear, cold voice was firm and resolute, carrying an unwavering coldness and determination: "We've broken up."

A strange look finally flashed in Song Yuchen's eyes.

"You're right. Six years. I've been chasing after you for six years. I'm really tired. Let's just leave it at that. Whether your relationship with Yu Wei is real or not, I'm too lazy to care anymore."

Fang Li slowly walked over and opened the door to the ward: "You can leave now, don't come again."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Fang Li, why won't you believe me? Yu Wei and I were really just putting on an act. You know that there are many things in this industry that we can't control!"

Fang Li looked at him quietly without saying a word.

But the mockery in his eyes was glaringly obvious.

Is it just playing along, with no choice in the matter?

With just these few words, he lied to her time and time again, and she actually believed him each time!

Those who are loved are always fearless, but why should they be?

"Fang Li..."

Looking at her cold expression, Song Yuchen felt a pang of guilt. He strode over and reached out to take her hand, clearly wanting to comfort Fang Li.

Unexpectedly, Fang Li dodged to the side, taking two large steps back to create distance, saying, "Don't touch me!"

She roared, avoiding him as if he were a venomous snake, but once she was sure he couldn't touch her, she slowly raised her head, her eyes clear and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Song Yuchen actually felt a sense of disgust inside.

She finds him disgusting?

He was struck dumb, utterly shocked.

"If you don't want the last bit of dignity, I don't mind calling security."

His tone was even colder than her expression, a resolute tone I had never seen before.

Song Yuchen finally felt a little panicked. He wanted to back down, but another voice in his heart suddenly told him that this was just a retreat to advance, a trick that Fang Li often used.

Four years of university, two years after graduation, she abandoned her family for him. Where could she go if she left him?

Yes, that's it.

She just wanted to force him to break up; in the year they'd been together, every time they had a conflict, she brought up breaking up.

Thinking of this, Song Yuchen's panicked eyes gradually calmed down.

“I’ve been busy these past few days, and I understand you’re in a bad mood. If you’re angry with me and don’t want to see me, that’s fine too. I’ll leave now.”

He looked at her, then walked towards the door.

She stopped before leaving and said, "But I absolutely disagree with your idea of ​​breaking up."

Fang Li remained expressionless, as if to say it didn't matter, since she had already notified them anyway.

Song Yuchen gave her a deep look, knowing that there was no point in saying anything more, so he strode away without saying anything more.

As Song Yuchen's footsteps faded into the distance, the ward returned to its quiet and deserted state. Fang Li, feeling utterly drained of energy, slid weakly against the wall and slid to the floor.

She curled up, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the spot where Song Yuchen had just stood.

Absolutely disagree?

Why not agree? She's had enough, and he's clearly fed up too. Can't she just set him free?

Why must you crush her into the mud, watch her struggle in agony, unable to live or die, and pull out the last straw that is clinging to her hand before you are satisfied?

Fang Li didn't want to cry; she had shed too many tears over the years.

But pulling apart a six-year relationship feels like having your bones and flesh ripped out; it's excruciatingly painful, with blood and flesh piercing your heart. How can you bear it?

She hated her own cowardice, but the pain in her heart was like a giant hand, making her throat ache and her eyes burn.

The tears weren't something she wanted to shed; they just rolled out cheaply on her own.

Now, she even has to cry in secret, and these unknown tears are nothing more than a drop of water, a trace, how could they be priceless?

The ward door moved slightly, and Fang Li felt someone enter. As the air rippled around her, a brand-new handkerchief was placed in front of her eyes.

Fang Li froze for a moment, tears welling in her eyes as she looked up, a brief shock flashing in her crystal-clear eyes.

Her expression was blank, her eyes fixed on the man standing in front of her.

Seeing her like this, Han Xi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Then, he sighed, bent down, and silently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks with a handkerchief.

His movements were clearly very light, yet somehow they could penetrate flesh and strike the heart.

With each wipe, Fang Li's heart trembled.

"Didn't you leave?"

Han Xi bent his knees, one leg almost kneeling on the ground. His black trousers were so tight that they couldn't hide the lines of his thighs. The shirt tied in his trousers straightened with his movements. His waist and back were broad and firm. When he was silent, he gave people the feeling of a gentlemanly distance. But when he moved, he was like a cheetah or a wolf, revealing the hints of power and wildness everywhere.

Fang Litan stared intently at him with his dark eyes. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and deep: "Would you like some tea, snacks, and porridge from the Tan Palace?"