Because she was addicted

The sounds of sirens, ambulances, passersby, and medical staff rushing to the scene filled Wen Jia's ears.

She felt dizzy and her vision blurred intermittently. She watched helplessly as medical staff in white coats lifted Lu Chenyan into an ambulance and inserted various tubes.

He lay there motionless, letting himself be manipulated.

"Lu Chenyan! Lu Chenyan."

Wen Jia knelt beside him, grasping his hand, calling out his name again and again.

"Ayan, don't sleep. Please don't sleep, hold on a little longer, we'll be at the hospital soon. Ayan!"

Her voice choked with emotion, and tears blurred her vision.

But Lu Chenyan showed no reaction other than vomiting blood.

"Save him! Save him!"

Wen Jia grabbed a nearby medical worker and roared.

"Miss, please calm down. We are already doing our best to help."

A female medical worker hugged her.

The male doctor next to him kept a close eye on the monitoring device, reporting the blood pressure and heart rate every few seconds.

"...The injured person has suffered cardiac arrest, prepare for defibrillation!"

The male doctor suddenly shouted, and everyone jumped up in alarm.

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely tense.

Wen Jia covered her mouth tightly and huddled in the corner, afraid to cry or scream. Her body trembled, and her mind went completely blank.

……

"Ayan! Where is my Ayan!"

Outside the emergency room, Madam Lu rushed in and grabbed Wen Jia.

"Where is he? I'm asking you!"

Wen Jia's body went limp, and she could barely lean against the wall. When Madam Lu grabbed her, she lost her balance and swayed to the side. Lu Chuan caught her.

"Madam, Miss Wen is also injured."

Madam Lu pinched Wen Jia's arms so hard they hurt. She angrily flung her away, pointing at Wen Jia's nose and yelling:

"Wen Jia, if anything happens to A-Yan, I'll never forgive you!"

As she spoke, she turned to look at the emergency room.

Lu Chuan started making phone calls.

Wen Jia collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Jiajia!"

Wen Lin arrived carrying Ruoruo. Seeing Wen Jia lying on the ground, she was filled with heartache. She hugged her younger sister...

"Jiajia, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? Jiajia, say something, don't scare your sister."

Wen Jia looked up and saw Wen Lin. She slowly regained consciousness and grasped Wen Lin's hand.

"Sister, Ayan got hit by a car! Sister, we were walking on the road when the car came straight at us. Ayan pushed me out of the way. Sister, he's covered in blood! Sister, will he die?"

Wen Jia's tears streamed down her face.

Wen Lin was heartbroken and could only hold her younger sister tightly.

"No, he'll be alright. The doctors are already treating him. This hospital is the best in Hong Kong, with the best doctors in the city. He'll definitely be fine."

"Yes, he said he was born in the Year of the Cat and has nine lives. He won't die."

Wen Jia wiped away her tears and forced herself to remain calm.

She and Lu Chenyan finally cleared up their misunderstandings and got back together. He'll be alright.

He survived being hacked to pieces before, even being thrown into the sea with his car. He'll definitely pull through this time too.

They're also going on a destination wedding.

Our first stop was Dali.

Our second stop was Europe.

Wen Jia buried her head deeply in Wen Lin's arms.

……

Lu Chuan is currently gathering information from the police.

"The surveillance footage shows that the truck ran a red light at the intersection and not only did it not stop, it accelerated forward."

The police showed Lu Chuan the surveillance footage from that time.

The truck sped directly toward Lu Chenyan and Wen Jia. If Lu Chenyan hadn't reacted quickly and pushed Wen Jia away, there would probably be another person lying in the emergency room right now.

"Where is he? Has he been caught?" Lu Chuan asked.

"The person has been apprehended. He said he had been drinking and mistakenly pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. He is now under our control and we are conducting further interrogation."

Lu Chuan's expression darkened, but he ultimately didn't say anything more in front of the police.

The emergency room lights went out, and the operating room door opened.

Mrs. Lu was the first to rush forward, grabbing the doctor and asking, "How is my son?!"

Wen Jia staggered to her feet, watching the doctor slowly remove his mask, and gently shook his head. "Please accept my condolences. This is the consent form for the deceased; please sign it..."

Madam Lu's body went limp, and she grabbed the doctor and knelt down, bursting into tears.

Wen Jia felt a buzzing in her ears, and everything before her eyes spun around her.

"Jiajia! Jiajia!"

All that could be heard was Wen Lin's voice.

Wen Jia's vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

……

Wen Jia didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital room. Wen Lin was standing at the door making a phone call, while Ruoruo was sleeping on the sofa next to her, with a chair blocking the sofa so she wouldn't fall off.

Wen Lin's voice drifted in intermittently from outside the room.

"...I can't come back. Jiajia needs me now...Third Uncle is coming to cook, so you should hire a nanny. My cooking doesn't suit your taste anyway...You don't need to yell at me or scare me. Zhou Jin, believe it or not, if you yell at me again, I'll file for divorce tomorrow..."

As soon as Wen Jia moved, her whole body ached as if every bone had been disassembled and reassembled.

She got up and went outside.

The door opened, startling Wen Lin, who quickly hung up the phone and came over.

"Why are you up?"

Wen Jia didn't say anything and walked outside.

"Jiajia, where are you going?" Wen Lin chased after her, and seeing that Wen Jia was going to keep going forward without stopping, she turned around and said to the nurse, "Nurse, please help me check on the baby inside." As she spoke, she caught up with her.

"Jiajia, you're not wearing shoes, where are you going?"

"Sister, I'm going to check on Ayan."

Wen Jia's voice was so hoarse, like sandpaper, it was extremely unpleasant to hear.

Wen Lin was taken aback. "Jiajia, you have a high fever. Listen to your sister and go back to your ward to lie down, okay?"

"Sister, I need to go see him. Where is he?"

Wen Jia's legs felt weak and unsteady, her head was so heavy that she couldn't stand up, and after saying a few words, her chest ached so much that she couldn't breathe.

Seeing her sister like this, Wen Lin burst into tears.

"Jiajia, please don't be like this. It's breaking my heart. Jiajia, please be good and come back with me, okay? We can talk about it tomorrow."

But Wen Jia ignored her completely and groped her way to the operating room.

But the operating room was already empty.

The main gate was tightly shut, and there wasn't a soul in sight in the corridor late at night.

Wen Jia stood at the door of the operating room and knocked on the door.

One, two, three...

The more it was struck, the heavier and louder it became.

Seeing her like a walking corpse, Wen Lin felt heartbroken and stood aside, covering her mouth and weeping.

"Jiajia, stop knocking. There's no one here anymore."

"No, Ayan is still inside."

Wen Jia continued banging on the door, her voice hoarse.

"He's still undergoing surgery. He loves to lie to me and scare me. Sis, do you remember last time? He hid and deliberately scared me, wanting to see me tense, worried, and afraid, so he could secretly laugh in the shadows. Sis, it must be like that."

Wen Lin hugged Wen Jia and choked back sobs, tears falling onto Wen Jia's shoulder.

"Jiajia, Ayan is gone. This time, he's really gone. He's been taken away by Madam Lu. Jiajia, please don't be like this."

Wen Jia turned and walked out of the hospital.

"Jiajia, where are you going again?"

"I'm going to find Mrs. Lu. I'm going to find Ayan. His mother must have hidden him. She wouldn't let us be together, so she took the opportunity to take Ayan away."

Wen Jia walked faster and faster.

I ran outside through the empty hospital in the dead of night.

It's snowing outside.

Large snowflakes fell, melting into water before even reaching the ground, leaving the ground damp.

Wen Jia ran barefoot on the ground, and the icy snow water quickly soaked her feet and trouser legs. Her thin sweater was also damp with snow water, and her hair was wet, sticking to her face in strands.

"Jiajia, don't run away. Jiajia, come back!"

Wen Lin chased after her.

Wen Jia ran outside onto the street. Looking at the empty streets, she didn't know which way to go. She wanted to call Lu Chuan, but when she reached into her pockets, she realized she hadn't brought anything with her.

"Lu Chenyan!"

She shouted down the empty street.

But no one answered her.

Wen Jia knelt helplessly at the street corner, looking up at the sky and weeping bitterly.

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year.

In the morning, she and Lu Chenyan had just eaten a full bowl of sweet soup, promising to be sweet forever.

But now, her clothes and pants are still stained with Lu Chenyan's blood, and she and Lu Chenyan are now separated by the distance between life and death.