My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

6:00 AM, Kyoto First Hospital, VIP ward.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a thin ray of morning light pierced through the gap, drawing a golden line on the white sheets.

The ward was so quiet that you could hear the liquid dripping from the IV bottle.

And there was Gu Qinghan's even, tired breathing from the accompanying chair.

Su Xiaoyue's eyelashes twitched.

Then came the second one.

The third time.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

She lay there staring at the pure white ceiling for a long time.

It was only much later that she realized she was still alive.

This realization filled her with more despair than anything else.

The memories of last night were like shattered glass, shards of which pierced her mind.

The water in the bathtub was warm, and as she sat in, she thought, "The water temperature is just right, it won't be cold."

Then she picked up the fruit knife, its blade gleaming coldly under the light.

Her hands were steady, and the way she drew the sword from its sheath was even graceful.

The moment the blade touched her wrist, she felt a coolness, not pain.

Crimson blood flowed from the wound, dripping into the water like a drop of ink, spreading out in a bloody pattern.

Until the entire water tank was stained red.

Su Xiaoyue closed her eyes, trying to banish the image from her mind.

Then she turned her head and saw Gu Qinghan curled up on the chaise lounge, covered with her own coat, her hair a mess like a bird's nest, and her face still bearing the tear stains she hadn't had time to wipe away the night before.

She slept restlessly, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly pursed, as if she were fighting something in her dream.

Su Xiaoyue looked at her, a lump forming in her throat. Gu Qinghan shouldn't be here.

She should be at home in Shanghai, lying on her two-meter-wide bed, covered with the down comforter she brought back from England, sleeping until she naturally wakes up.

Instead of curling up in this hard, narrow, sixty-centimeter-wide companion chair, guarding someone who doesn't even want their own life.

Su Xiaoyue did not call her.

She looked away and stared back at the ceiling.

It felt like two little people were fighting in my head.

One person said: You're still alive, so live well.

Another group says: What's the point of living? Your heart has been ripped out; all that's left is an empty shell.

She remembered the face from her dream.

In her dream, Jiang Yi was smiling, his eyes crinkling and revealing his flawless white teeth.

She had never seen that smile before; in reality, Jiang Yi had never smiled at her like that.

At the airport, his smile looked forced.

He smiled nervously in the car.

In the living room of the Su family villa, he smiled wearily.

It seems that during the time she was with me, her smiles were never genuine.

But in a dream.

Her smile towards the girl named "Mianmian" was genuine.

Especially the smile when he saw himself vomiting.

She had never seen it before.

But it made her feel exceptionally comfortable.

"No, don't think about it."

Su Xiaoyue shook her head frantically, trying to banish the image from her mind.

However, Jiang Yi couldn't shake off that look at him at all.

It was always in her mind.

Su Xiaoyue's movements were not significant, but the room was too quiet.

The slightest rustling sound woke Gu Qinghan up.

"Xiaoyue?"

Gu Qinghan's voice came from the side.

Hoarseness.

"You're awake?"

Su Xiaoyue didn't look at her, still staring at the ceiling.

"Um."

"How...how are you feeling?"

Gu Qinghan sat up from the chair, her coat slipping off her body. She bent down to pick it up and draped it over the back of the chair.

Then he walked to the bedside, reached out and touched Su Xiaoyue's forehead, "Do you have a fever? Are you dizzy? Is anything bothering you? I'll go call the doctor—"

"It's alright now."

Su Xiaoyue grabbed Gu Qinghan's hand.

Gu Qinghan sat down next to Su Xiaoyue with some doubt, then looked at Su Xiaoyue with a worried expression.

"Xiaoyue, don't do such a foolish thing again."

"It's not worth it for a jerk like him!"

As Gu Qinghan continued his rambling, Su Xiaoyue looked up.

Looking at Gu Qinghan's face, he suddenly chuckled.

"Once you've rested enough, let's go back to Shanghai, and I'll take you to get some..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Qinghan was abruptly stopped by Su Xiaoyue's laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"

Gu Qinghan was on the verge of tears as she spoke.

Do you know how worried I am about you?

"Say that again! You actually dared to risk your life for a jerk like him. Was it worth it?"

Su Xiaoyue didn't speak. Looking at Gu Qinghan's anxious expression because of her worry, she felt a strange flutter in her heart.

Qinghan is right.

I still have friends, so what's the big deal if I leave him?

"Alright, alright, you just woke up, it's normal for your emotions to be a bit volatile."

After saying that, Gu Qinghan wiped away her tears and stood up.

"You stay in your room, I'll go buy you some food."

"good!"

Su Xiaoyue nodded gently.

"Oh, right, I called your parents. Your aunt is nearby and was on her way when she got the call. She should be here soon."

Upon hearing her mother's name, Su Xiaoyue's eyes lit up.

"good!"

……

Xia Anmian didn't sleep all night.

On the military plane from Shanghai to Kyoto, she kept staring at the impenetrable darkness outside the porthole.

Those photos, those transfer records, and that message from Gu Qinghan kept replaying in his mind.

"Qinghan, who is that boy?"

She did not reply to Gu Qinghan.

It's not that I don't want to reply, it's that I don't know how to reply.

During her time on the plane, she became completely convinced that Jiang Miaomiao was behind it all.

She understands him.

Over two years and more than a thousand days and nights, she saw him at his most exhausted, most disheveled, and most vulnerable.

She had seen him so anxious that he couldn't sleep all night because he didn't have money to buy himself a birthday present.

A person can pretend for a while, but not for two years.

Those details, those unintentional, subconscious details that even he himself wouldn't notice.

When eating noodles, I would save the fried egg for the last bite, and when walking, I would always make her walk on the inside of the road.

When it rains, the umbrella is always tilted towards her, and she doesn't even realize that half of her shoulder is soaked.

These things can't be acted out.

Of course, what convinced her even more was that she sorted out the timeline.

During that time, I clearly planted a surveillance device in Jiang Yi's phone.

In addition, there was the large-scale model project that I was originally going to Shanghai to sign.

Its original purpose was to monitor Jiang Yi's every move online.

Anything sent out from Jiang Yi's side cannot escape the detection of the large model.

She has absolute confidence in her skills, and skills don't lie.

The large model failed to detect any information about Jiang Yi's infidelity.

Therefore, Jiang Yi is absolutely innocent.

The mastermind behind the whole thing is most likely Jiang Miaomiao.

The first thing to do after the plane landed was to find someone to arrest Jiang Miaomiao.

Then Jiang Yi was successfully bailed out.

As her husband, she couldn't allow him to have any stain on his reputation.

Of course, there's no rush to bail him out.

After confirming that Jiang Yi had nothing to do with this matter, she knew that this was an opportunity that would come once in a lifetime.

If handled properly, Jiang Yi would not care that he concealed his identity.

On the contrary, they will like themselves even more.

Love yourself more!