Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Downstairs of the hospital, the sycamore branches are lush and tall. Several sparrows stand in rows on the branches. It must be that the weather is too cold, so they have their heads tucked into their wings.

The weather outside was as cold as the aura exuding from Jiang Yushu's body.

"I won't agree, break up!"

His tone was cold and forceful.

Zhuang Mingyue crossed her arms, retracted her gaze, and turned around, "That's not what I meant. What I wanted was to give each other some time. Some things must be clarified after all. When we separate, we should also figure it out. …Are they really suitable to be together?”

"There is no room for a third person in a relationship. When you knew that Mu Nanzhu was in danger, you chose to save her. I know... you didn't let her go about what happened back then."

"I'm not a person without feelings. You and I are the same. We both want each other to only see each other."

Zhuang Mingyue's lips raised a slight smile, "Go and ask her clearly. If there is a misunderstanding, what if it resolves your knot? No matter what, we will be just like the first time. "

His gaze has been falling on Zhuang Mingyue and never moved away. Zhuang Mingyue also looked at him, and the atmosphere was strangely silent.

In fact, she said this for the sake of the two of them. Before they got too deep into each other, it was best to resolve all the past matters.

Otherwise, if Mu Nanzhu is among them, life will be uneasy.

It also makes myself look less embarrassed.

If Jiang Yushu likes her but can't let go of the former Mu Nanzhu, what's the difference between this and spiritual cheating?

Shen Feng broke the silence. He stood up and said: "...Miss Mingyue, actually things are not what you think. Since it is in the past, the president will never look back. You should believe in the president."

"Is it really?"

Zhuang Mingyue's few words and those clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything made his heart suffocate.

"I actually know some things. Whether it's during the Chinese New Year period, going abroad, or leaving late at night to find her, if I can't prove it... I can't let go. Then I... don't know what to say."

"I have asked my father to come over and handle the discharge procedures for me, and he will arrive soon."

Jiang Yushu stood up, "Is this what you mean?"

Zhuang Mingyue looked seriously: "Yes!"

"Okay, as you wish." After Jiang Yushu said a word, he turned and left.

The originally depressing atmosphere dissipated with his departure.

Finally quiet down.

In fact, no one came to pick her up, Zhuang Mingyue just talked casually.

When the sun turned on in the afternoon, Zhuang Mingyue went through the discharge procedures. All the expenses had been paid. Except for some surgery fees, she also had medicine to treat depression in her hand.

She didn't tell anyone about her discharge.

Before leaving, Xu Zekai gave her a business card, "In the future, regarding psychological and spiritual matters, sister Mingyue is welcome to come to me and I'll be waiting for you at any time!"

Standing in front of the bus stop, Zhuang Mingyue then threw away the business card in his hand.

Only she knows her own situation.

She will come out on her own.

Outside the hospital door, Xu Zekai looked at the slender figure, got on the bus, put his mobile phone to his ear, and talked on the phone, "Your little Mingyue was discharged from the hospital privately, but...it seems that you had a quarrel with the person named Jiang today. One plane, a discharge surgery performed by one person, such a good opportunity, don’t you want to take advantage of it?”

Before there was an echo from the other side, the phone was hung up.

Zhuang Mingyue did not go back to the banker's house, but went to the rental house.

She took out the key and opened the door. A smell of green grass and earthy fragrance came to her nostrils. The balcony door was not closed. Zhuang Mingyue walked in and saw that the plants planted on the balcony were already blooming.

The room was spotless and clean, except for a piece of clothing that was obviously not hers draped on the blue sofa.

Zhuang Mingyue thought of Jiang Ye. She walked over and picked up the clothes, wondering how he was doing now.

Recalling the past, there are more memories in this room between her and Jiang Ye. He was cooking in the kitchen and studying at the dining table. When he was tired, like an old man, he lay on the sofa and slept until the afternoon. class begins.

In the blink of an eye, more than a week has passed without realizing it.

During this period, her cell phone was always turned off and she never left the room. She didn't know anything about the outside world.

She closed herself in this small room, sat cross-legged on the ground in front of the sofa, and used painting to numb her nerve center. Sometimes, she would paint all day and all night.

When you feel sleepy, go to sleep; when you are hungry, just eat whatever you want.

Didn't touch any courses about learning.

His hand touched the glass, and the water in it was already finished.

Zhuang Mingyue stood up on the sofa and scratched her hair that had not been washed for several days. Her whole body was messy, and she had never been sloppy.

After pouring a glass of freshly boiled water, I remembered that it was time to take medicine.

Most of the medicine on the table was taken to treat depression. She didn't know when she would get better...

Does she think she is giving up on herself?

Zhuang Mingyue didn't know either.

"bang bang bang"

There was a knock on the door. Zhuang Mingyue broke one off and went to open the door before she could put it in her mouth.

When she saw the person coming, the white pills fell to the ground. Feeling that she had lost her composure, Zhuang Mingyue quickly came to her senses, turned back to pick up the pills on the floor, wiped the clothes stained with paint, and drank water. Swallow.

Zhan Yan walked into the house and closed the door. The originally bright room became dark. The curtains were tightly closed and the lights were not turned on. The room was also in a mess. There were unwashed dishes on the table in the sink.

Zhuang Mingyue, who always liked cleanliness, never expected to have such a sloppy day.

Zhan Yan has never seen her like this before.

Zhuang Mingyue didn't say a word, and continued to sit down, picked up the brush in his hand, and painted on the drawing board.

"I got a call from the college. You haven't been to the college for a week."

"Give me an explanation."

Zhuang Mingyue said in a very cold tone: "There is nothing to explain."

"Don't want to read anymore?"

"I have applied to withdraw from school."

Zhan Yan looked at her decadent back, his eyes filled with gloom, "This doesn't seem like something you would say, does your father know?"

Zhuang Mingyue said: "Does he know it's important? Doesn't he wish that I didn't read it? I just realized that it's useless to read it anyway, so I might as well do something I want to do."

Zhan Yan felt an unknown depression in his heart. This was obviously the result he wanted. His goal was achieved, but he couldn't bear to see Zhuang Mingyue abandoning himself.

"A test is that important to you."

The movement of Zhuang Mingyue's hand stopped, and his fingertips turned white when holding the pen. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his heart, "There is nothing to say about the past."