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In the ward.

Su Xiaoyue leaned against the headboard, the gauze on her wrist dazzlingly white in the morning light, and she just stared blankly like that.

The door was pushed open.

It wasn't Gu Qinghan.

Gu Qinghan walks with a breezy air, and she never pushes open doors so gently.

This action was so cautious, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Su Xiaoyue turned her head and saw the person standing at the door. She felt as if someone had pressed the pause button on her phone.

Su's mother stood at the door, one hand still on the doorknob, the other holding an insulated bag.

She wore a navy blue cashmere coat over a black turtleneck sweater, her hair was neatly styled, and her makeup was exquisite and appropriate.

But her eyes betrayed her.

Her eyes were slightly red, and there was a dark bluish-black tint under her eyes that couldn't be covered by foundation, indicating that she had rushed over overnight from a very far place.

Su Xiaoyue did not call her "Mom".

Su's mother did not call her "Xiaoyue".

The two people stared at each other across half the distance of the ward, the air thick with something indescribable.

It's not unfamiliarity, not estrangement, but a sense of bewilderment after not seeing each other for so long, not knowing how to get closer.

Su's mother moved first.

She came in and placed the insulated bag on the bedside table very quietly; the bag barely made a sound when it landed on the wooden table.

Then she sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"Hold out your hand, let me see it."

Su's mother's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Su Xiaoyue did not move.

After waiting a few seconds, seeing that Su's mother did not reach out, she reached out herself and gently grasped Su Xiaoyue's hand that was sticking out of the quilt.

She turned her hand over and looked at the gauze wrapped around her wrist.

She didn't cry.

But Su Xiaoyue noticed that the hand holding her wrist was trembling slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Su's mother asked.

Su Xiaoyue shook her head.

It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's that I don't want to talk about the pain.

Su's mother remained silent for a few seconds, then released her hand and gently placed Su Xiaoyue's hand back on the quilt.

Just then, the phone rang.

Su's mother's expression changed instantly, and after saying a few words, she hung up the phone.

She took something out of her bag and placed it on the bedside table.

A bank card, deep blue, gleaming coldly in the morning light.

"The password is your birthday."

Su's mother stood up and pushed the chair back to its original position, her movements so precise they seemed to be performing some kind of ritual.

"If you need more, tell Mom. She has other things to do."

Su Xiaoyue looked at the bank card, and her lips moved slightly.

She wanted to say, "I don't need money."

I wanted to say, "Could you sit down and talk to me?"

I want to say, "Mom, it hurts so much."

But these words swirled in his throat, and in the end, not a single one came out.

She just stared at the card, watching her mother turn and walk toward the door.

When Su's mother reached the door, she paused for a moment.

Her hand rested on the doorknob; she didn't turn around, but her voice was even softer than before, so soft it was as if she were talking to herself:

"Don't do that again, Mom can't stand it."

Then she opened the door and went out.

The moment the door closed, the ward fell silent again.

The morning light is still there, the shadow of the blinds is still there, and the dark blue bank card on the bedside table is still there.

Su Xiaoyue stared at the closed door for a long time, her eyes slowly reddening, but no tears fell.

"It's still the same, it's still the same."

Su Xiaoyue was on the verge of a breakdown.

Why, when she was almost dying, did she only say those two sentences?

At that moment, that face reappeared in her mind.

If this hadn't happened, would someone be comforting themselves?

Su Xiaoyue looked at her phone beside the bed.

I used to lie in a hospital room, but I wasn't alone.

I wasn't lonely before because I had that person with me.

But what about now?

He could only stare blankly at the ceiling.

She felt like her life had gone back to the past.

Same as three years ago.

There was no hope for life.

And that dream reappeared in her mind.

The warmth of a dream, the room of a dream.

He in my dream.

And that child.

She unconsciously touched her stomach.

At that moment, the overwhelming loneliness overwhelmed Su Xiaoyue.

That person's face is impossible to forget.

The more she tried to forget, the clearer that face became.

She was certain once again.

I can't live without him!

Even if it's not the "him" who chats with me every day.

But as long as it's that face, as long as it's that person.

She can do either.

She can accept any of them.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the card on the bedside table.

"Doesn't he need money? I can give him money!"

"I have plenty of money!"