of the police officers stepped forward, checked Chen Rang's breath, and said, "He's still breathing. Call an ambulance."He took one last glance at the pale-faced Fu Yan, then said with a headache, "T...Fu Yan raised her head and took a deep breath, her chest aching painfully. She leaned against the wall, like a fish out of water, breathing rapidly. It took her a while to finally calm down.

She went back the way she came and saw that Song Qing霜 was sleeping soundly, so she left the ward and bought some post-coital medicine at a nearby pharmacy.

He swallowed two without drinking any water.

The pill stuck to her throat, refusing to go down. She felt nauseous and dry-heaved until tears streamed down her face; in that instant, she wanted to slap herself twice.

Propping herself up on the flower stand, she lowered her head and chuckled at her own overestimation.

A lesson not learned once is not learned twice.

When Fu Jing found her, she was sitting on a flowerbed not far from the pharmacy. She hugged her knees, like a flower ravaged by wind and rain, trembling in the wind.

"Pay for the rouge!"

Fu Yan turned her head, and Fu Jing, wearing a black windbreaker, ran towards her.

When he came closer, Fu Yancai realized that he didn't seem to have rested well. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his whole demeanor gave off a sense of despondency.

"What's wrong with you"

How are you

Both spoke at once.

"I'm fine, it's my mom who isn't feeling well."

"I was wondering," Fu Jing seemed hesitant, biting his back teeth and staring into Fu Yan's eyes, "about last night. You and Huo Mingzheng..."

Fu Yan stood at the windward point, her hair blown from behind to her cheeks, stinging slightly.

The three words " Huo Mingzheng" brought tears to her eyes. She quickly looked away, and finally understood why Fu Jing was acting this way.

She looked back at him. “You know.”

She'd never figured out how to refuse Fu Jing. He was a good person, so good that she didn't want to give him a "good guy card". Today seemed like a chance.

Fu Jingmei's heart skipped a beat, a sharp pain piercing through her.

He told himself countless times that last night might have been a misunderstanding, perhaps Huo Mingzheng had accidentally brushed against Fu Yan's lips. But millions of excuses couldn't compete with the words Fu Yan spoke with her own mouth: "You know," The heavens and earth crumbled, shattering his beliefs in an instant.

Although you aren't related by blood, to outsiders, you are a family! How can you...

Fu Yan clenched her fist, letting out an "Mmm" sound. "I've liked him for many years, I'm sorry."

"I know there's someone in your heart, but I never thought it would be him." Fu Jing had a moment of weakness.

He likes to pay for things, and at first sight during the competition between seasons, he fell in love with her.

He also took Yan to train at the fencing hall, but he watched her from afar and didn't dare approach.

He intentionally or unintentionally hinted to Ji Lin that he didn't want to be single, until Ji Lin said he wanted to introduce a friend. The moment he knew it was Fu Yan, heaven knows how much he looked forward to it.

Ji Lin had told him beforehand that Fu Yan had someone she couldn't forget. He didn't care; he thought that with time, he could push that person out of Fu Yan's heart.

But now it seems, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that Fu Yan didn't give him the opportunity.

He's getting engaged, haven't you ever thought about what kind of situation you would be in Don't you care

Fu Yan said lightly, not taking it to heart at all, "I don't care."

"You have brought yourself low!" Fu Jing gritted his teeth. He had always been gentle and courteous towards others, but this was the first time he had completely lost control of his emotions.

His first love.

Fu Yan's face paled, and the cold wind whistled past her body. It felt like thousands of arrows piercing her heart. Looking at Fu Jing's disappointed eyes, she felt that a quick death would be better than enduring this pain.

She smiled, "Now you know what kind of person I am, Fu Jing. I'm not as good as you think. You idealized me. I like Huo Mingzheng, and I want to stay by his side no matter what. I don't care what others think."

Fu Jing's eyes were red-rimmed, and his tongue lightly touched the roof of his mouth.

"Okay." been racking his brains all morning after drawing blood from Fu Yan, finally unable to contain his questions by the afternoon. He drove to Huo Mingzheng's private manor.As soon as he walked in, he sa...