Hospital.
A man in a loose hospital gown leaned back in his wheelchair in a daze.
The fingers which hung under the arm of the wheelchair were holding a piece of paper between them. The writing danced across the paper powerfully.
This was not his style.
âNo need to thank meâ¦â
Song Wenchuan mumbled to himself. He had been sitting there since the afternoon and dusk had already fallen.
Outside the window was a small garden. The winter scene was bleak. The trees were bare and only their branches remained. Under the streetlights, some patients were strolling with their family members.
Everyoneâs life was proceeding steadily except for hisâ¦
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It was as though a screw had gone missing from his brain when he woke up, causing his life to head down an unknown path.
And it was running so fast that he couldnât catch up.
Outside the inpatient department, two people who didnât deal with each other met on a narrow road.
As Song Jingwan stepped out of her car, she smiled and lifted her head. âLetâs go up together.â
âOkay.â
Song Yaoyao had her hands in her coatâs pockets as she headed toward the elevator.
Song Jingwan sat in her wheelchair and moved at a decent speed.
The two of them entered the elevator together.
After they pressed the button in the elevator, it began to move up.
The tightly closed space was suffocating.
âI heard Class 3-3 is preparing a play,â Song Jingwan said.
âSo?â
Song Yaoyaoâs gaze focused on the jumping numbers without lowering her eyelids for a second.
âThe first class is also preparing something. I was meant to be the protagonist.â She wanted to be the protagonist; the center of attention.
But Song Yaoyao made her feel like a useless piece of trash, and it was going to last, at least, 3 months.
âYou caused this, Song Yaoyao,â Song Jingwan said coldly.
âDo you believe in karma? Everything thatâs happened to you is karma.â
If Song Jingwan didnât have bad intentions to begin with and she didnât push the original Song Yaoyao into the pool where she drowned to death, she would still be the almighty Big Miss of the Song Family and the original Song Yaoyao would still be living under her shadow.
What goes around, comes around.
She couldnât blame anyone for her current situation.
âHaâ¦â
Song Jingwan laughed. She was no longer as angry as she used to be. Nor did she act innocent like a victim. She simply analyzed Song Yaoyao quietly. âI will eventually uncover your secrets. So what if I canât participate in this performance? The first class will still win this and get the top exam resultsâ¦â
She was going to do her best to make sure this happened.
She was going to take everything that Song Yaoyao owned.
âGood luck, then~â
Song Yaoyao smiled. Her lips curved indifferently.
The elevator doors opened. Song Yaoyaoâs gaze didnât stop for even half a second on Song Jingwanâs body before she walked out.
At this time, inside the hospital room.
Song Wenchuan finally came to a decision and made a phone call.
âItâs me. I remember you said you had an amazing foreign friend who specializes in hypnotizing. Is that right?
âYes, itâs inconvenient for me to run around at the moment. If possible, can you help me invite him?
âOkay, see you in a few daysâ¦â
Just as he got off the phone, Song Yaoyao walked in.
âOur Yaoyao has grown up and learned how to care about her brother.â Song Wenchuan felt sweet on the inside as his lips curved. âBut the weather is cold. You donât have to come to the hospital every day. This isnât a good place to be.â
People often said that hospitals had the most germs.
This girl was so precious, delicate, and weak. He didnât want her to suffer like this.