Jingxia Rose

Chapter 198 [Huai Song 001] Saying goodbye isn't appropriate, so let's just say goodbye.
On the day of Lidong (the beginning of winter), a trending topic suddenly appeared on Weibo: Wen Song, who had just been promoted to one of the "Four Little Actresses" this year, announced her retirement from the entertainment industry.

Within just half an hour, the topic went viral.

The announcement of her retirement from the entertainment industry was posted by Wen Song Studio's account.

At 8 PM.

The controversy continued into the next day, as the studio did not provide a reason for Wen Song's sudden retirement from the entertainment industry, leading to much speculation among netizens, especially giving haters room to maneuver.

Various rumors circulated, claiming she had hooked up with a rich man, and using blurry photos to accuse her of breaking up someone else's family, being a mistress, being discovered by the wife, and being blacklisted, which led to her wisely retiring from the entertainment industry.

Otherwise, who would choose to retire from the entertainment industry when their career is at its peak?

All malice and rumors are created by people typing a few words or just talking.

Many reporters and media outlets tried to contact Wen Song's team, but none of them could reach him, and the matter became increasingly heated online.

Jiang Huaichuan saw Chu Feng, Lu Xuming, and Yi Xu discussing this matter in a group chat after he got home that evening.

Yi Xu said she had tried to contact Wen Song this morning, but was unable to reach him.

He didn't reply to my WeChat message either.

He frowned, didn't reply, and immediately went to Weibo to check the trending topics. Sure enough, the topic of retiring from the entertainment industry was still at the top of the trending list.

Clicking through, I saw a text statement from the studio, which roughly said that they were grateful for the fans' love and support over the years, and also felt sorry for them. After careful consideration, Wen Song decided to retire from the entertainment industry.

Without any apparent reason, what appears to be a statement is more like an apology to the fans.

There were no accompanying pictures, and the post was even pinned to the top of the studio's feed.

Jiang Huaichuan then opened his following list, which contained only one person: Wen Song.

His Weibo account has never posted any updates, not even a profile picture, and his name is just a single letter – W.

He registered this account four or five years ago.

He probably started following Wen Song on Weibo after her debut.

Wen Song's Weibo posts are still from more than two months ago, at a promotional event she attended after filming wrapped up her drama.

His expression was gloomy, and he stared at her Weibo page for a long time without moving.

That night, he had a dream in which Wen Song wore a white dress, had wavy hair, and a pretty face, with the delicate and innocent charm he was familiar with from his youth.

She stood in the distance, smiling as she called out to him, "Jiang Huaichuan, long time no see. How have you been these past years?"

Jiang Huaichuan stood there stunned. When he came to his senses, he quickly walked towards her, wanting to hug her and bring her back.

But as soon as he gets close, Wen Song will drift away.

I always kept that distance from him.

"Wen Song, come back!" His eyes were red as he looked at the beautiful figure in the distance, his voice choked with emotion.

Wen Song gently shook her head and said with a smile, "I just missed you, so I came to see you. Now... I have to go. Take care, okay? Or... no, we won't see each other again. Saying goodbye isn't appropriate, so... goodbye then."

After saying that, her figure turned into a cloud of white mist and slowly dissipated into the air.

Jiang Huaichuan was awakened by this dream.

He broke out in a cold sweat without realizing it.

His expression was somewhat dazed, his eyes were empty and lifeless, the curtains were drawn tightly, and he didn't know if it was dawn or not. He was completely immersed in this endless darkness.

My soul was being slowly gnawed away by the heart-wrenching and painful feeling in my dream.

In recent years, it has become commonplace for Wen Song to appear in dreams.

For him, this was the norm.

The agonizing pain of unrequited love had long since made him "terminally ill".

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand to his forehead, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, threw off the covers, and went to the bathroom in the dark to take a shower.

After coming out, he glanced at his phone and realized it was just past five o'clock. He was no longer sleepy, so he leaned against his pillow and logged onto Weibo again.

There are several trending topics related to Wen Song.

He clicked through each one, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper; they were all smear articles and articles belittling her. He instinctively wanted to call someone to deal with these trending topics, but then he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have the authority to do so.

He's not even her friend anymore.

And so he sat there until dawn.

From the moment Wen Song announced her retirement from the entertainment industry, he dreamed of her every night for three or four consecutive days. Each time, Wen Song would greet him in various ways and then wave goodbye to him.

On the fourth night, he dreamed of the scene where they confessed their feelings to each other in high school, and the scene when they decided to apply to the same university together.

I dreamt of all the little things they did together, and the dream was so long that it lasted until the day they broke up.

It was as if she were reviewing something for him.

It was like rubbing salt into his wounds.

But each time it ended the same way: Wen Song would always say goodbye to him.

On the fifth day, Yi Xu said that she still couldn't contact Wen Song, which was very strange. Lu Xuming and the others also said that they hoped nothing had happened to Wen Song.

In the past few days, Jiang Huaichuan hasn't appeared in the group chat. Every time, he reads their chat history and then chooses to leave.

Seeing their conversation today, and recalling his dreams over the past few days, he felt a sudden, inexplicable unease.

I was extremely panicked.

Suddenly, a telephone rang, breaking the silence of the entire office.

He glanced at the caller ID, his lips unconsciously pursing into a line. He clicked to answer, held the phone to his ear, and said in a deep voice, "Hello."

"Brother Chuan, are you in Beijing?" A young male voice came from the other end of the phone.

It is Wen Qingxun.

Wen Song's younger brother.

Jiang Huaichuan grew up with Wen Song and was naturally familiar with Wen Qingxun.

Even after he broke up with Wen Song, the Jiang family and the Wen family still had many interactions. He would visit the Wen family once a year, and naturally, he would meet with Wen Qingxun frequently.

"Here, what's wrong?"

"I have something I'd like to ask you for a favor. Do you have some free time right now?"

Jiang Huaichuan gripped the phone tighter, sensing that the favor he wanted to ask was likely related to Wen Song.

It's still very strong.

"Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

"No need, brother, I'm near your company, just ten minutes away."

"it is good."

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Beijing University Affiliated Hospital.

Wen Song, dressed in a pink and white hospital gown, lay on the hospital bed. Her pretty, clean face was pale, and she wore a dark hat. Her heavy eyes were fixed on the book in her hands.

She has been hospitalized for two months now, and her phone has been switched off for a long time. Now she can only pass the long and difficult time by reading books and watching TV.

Over the past nine years, she has relapsed with leukemia three times, undergone countless surgeries of all sizes, and each chemotherapy session was worse than death for her.

But I've gotten used to it.

Footsteps suddenly came from the doorway. Wen Song looked up, but the door remained closed.

"mom?"

She called out aloud.

About half a minute later, the door was slowly pushed open, and a tall, slender figure was cast inside.

Wen Song's pupils contracted as he met the gaze of the person outside the door, momentarily forgetting how to breathe.