"It’s none of your business!" Ye Mingmei forcefully pulled her hand back, raised her head, and glared at him.

"Yu Xiuzhun, you promised me you’d give up on going after the Dan Family, but you just lied to me. You said my mom wouldn’t know I still had contact with you, and now what are you doing? Why is it that none of the things you promised me can be kept?"

"..."

"And now you have the face to come here and question me. Is it my karma from a past life? Ruining me to this extent still isn’t enough for you!" Ye Mingmei shouted, becoming somewhat hysterical.

She broke free from Yu Xiuzhun’s hand and took a few steps back.

She stumbled, her knee hit the car’s hood, and her body leaned back slightly.

"I don’t want to see you again, and I’m not afraid of whatever means you want to use against me, but if you think you can stain me black like you, you’re dreaming!"

Ye Mingmei spit out all the words she had been holding in her heart in one breath, turned around, and reached for the car door.

Just as her hand touched the door handle, she swayed a bit, her face devoid of any color.

A sharp gaze followed her from behind.

Ye Mingmei bit her tongue, forcing herself to endure the discomfort, and prepared to get into the car.

As she lifted her foot, her vision suddenly went black.

Yu Xiuzhun seemed surprised by her decisiveness, stood there stunned, watching her about to leave.

Only when Ye Mingmei’s thin body suddenly fell back did Yu Xiuzhun snap back to reality, take a quick step forward, and pull her into his arms.

Noticing her deathly pale face, he was suddenly shocked.

"Mingmei! Ye Mingmei!"

Yu Xiuzhun’s gaze moved, fixedly staring at the bloodstain on her dress, his eyes tightening.

He swiftly carried her, got into the car, and rushed to the hospital.

...

In the hospital.

All that was in front of him was white.

White walls, white sheets and quilts.

Yu Xiuzhun’s handsome silhouette leaned casually in the smoking area of ​​the corridor, his face showing no expression, no hint of his emotions.

A cigarette was clutched between his fingers, merely held there, unlit.

His long fingers occasionally flicked the ash, looking with disgust at the white surroundings, as if standing there, his darkness could be instantly contrasted.

The flickering cigarette light reflected in his eyes, flashing mysteriously.

His tall figure stood there, needing not much more, and the pressure around him unknowingly dropped.

"Mr. Yu, Miss Ye has been transferred to the VIP ward and will probably wake up after a while." The assistant hurriedly walked to Yu Xiuzhun’s side, reporting respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiuzhun’s eyes flashed, he brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag, then extinguished it, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke forcefully.

He quickly turned and headed towards the VIP ward.

His seemingly careless movements betrayed his nervousness as his footsteps became erratic.

He stopped a few steps away from the ward, his hands somehow already clenched into fists.

A complex emotion floated on his handsome face.

His deep and enigmatic eyes were filled with wavering light.

He didn’t know what he was panicking about...

Taking a deep breath, Yu Xiuzhun finally raised his head slowly and pushed open the door of the ward.

A gust of wind blew in, stirring the curtains and blurring his vision.

Yu Xiuzhun paused at the doorway, his short hair tousled by the wind, a few strands falling over his forehead, adding an air of roguishness to his face.

His gaze fell on the person lying in bed, and Yu Xiuzhun’s eyes instantly softened.

He closed the door and stepped forward to her side.