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"No, I am an Exorcist," Ye Mingshang corrected.
"Are there really ghosts in the world?"
"Didn't you already see them?"
Indeed, he had seen them clearly. However, after years of modern scientific education, it was still difficult to suddenly accept the existence of ghosts. It wasn't that he couldn't accept it; he just didn't want to. Aside from those who naturally seek thrills, few people enjoy the unknown, as fear often accompanies it.
Before long, the ambulance arrived. After checking Ye Mingshang's injuries and confirming that no shrapnel remained in his body, they performed some basic disinfection and bandaging before preparing to take him for hospitalization. Originally, Ye Mingshang intended to refuse, but considering that the dormitory was closed, he thought it would be better to stay in the hospital for a night. If others knew about his thoughts, they would surely find it absurd.
The young man who had fired the gun was also severely weakened due to possession. Although he could recover with rest, since the ambulance had come, it was better for him to get checked as well; after all, it was a work-related injury and would be reimbursed. Haitang insisted on going to the hospital with him, claiming she wanted to take care of Ye Mingshang, which drew ambiguous looks from the police officers present. The nurse helping with the bandaging remarked on how lucky he was to have such a caring girlfriend.
In response, Ye Mingshang could only express his feelings with a string of ellipses, choosing not to explain. Some things only get worse when elaborated upon; Lu Mingxuan was a perfect example of that.
Upon arriving at the hospital and undergoing some routine checks, they arranged a ward for Ye Mingshang to rest. They initially planned to give him an IV drip, but Ye Mingshang refused. Haitang joined the nurse in persuading him, leading the nurse to comment on how understanding the young girl was while saying that he didn't know what was good for him. After quite a bit of back-and-forth negotiation, Ye Mingshang finally agreed to receive an anti-inflammatory injection.
After getting the injection, Ye Mingshang lay down and pretended to sleep; in reality, he couldn't fall asleep at all. He simply didn't want to engage in too much conversation with Haitang and was pretending to be asleep. He wondered if Haitang realized this; she continued talking as if to herself beside him. Fortunately, it was a single room and wouldn't disturb anyone else.
"Do you know? I've always been a good girl since I was little. I come from a single-parent family; after my parents divorced because my dad disliked having a daughter, I lived with my mom. She always told me that girls must study hard so that when they grow up and have skills, they won't have to rely on men and won't be looked down upon by them.
Over the years, I've worked very hard. My grades have always been excellent; I've never fallen out of the top five in my class. My mom told me not to date early or easily get close to boys and advised me to cherish myself.
I've followed her advice all these years. Although many boys have confessed their feelings or written love letters to me, I've never agreed. There were some decent boys among them, but I didn't feel anything for them. I always believed that somewhere in this world, my destined other half was waiting for me.
For that feeling, I've been waiting until I reached college without finding anyone. Honestly, I'm quite anxious; I'm turning 20 soon. Girls are different from boys; by 25, they are considered leftover women. I don't know where my other half is until I met you.
Do you know? Ever since I first saw you, I felt that you were the one I had been waiting for all along. When you first arrived and so many girls surrounded you, do you know how angry I felt? I thought they were trying to steal my love away from me. Fortunately, you ignored them completely; at that moment, I was very happy because I thought you were also waiting for your destined partner like me.
I had finally mustered up the courage to confess my feelings for you when you suddenly disappeared. Do you know how scared I was at that time? Scared that this was all just a dream and that I'd never see you again; those days felt like years. Thankfully, you came back in the end.
At that time, I really wanted you to notice me and walk over with deep affection in your eyes and tell me that I was your destined other half. But I really thought too much; even when I deliberately walked past you several times, you didn't even glance at me once. I was so frustrated—why couldn't you be more proactive? Later on, I figured if you wouldn't take initiative, then I'd take the lead instead. But then you coldly rejected me without even being gentle about it! Do you know how it felt? It felt like the sky had fallen!" At this point, Haitang couldn't help but cry. Crystal-clear tears rolled down her cheeks and were gently wiped away by her slender fingers. At this moment, she wished more than anything for this man before her to rise up and personally wipe away her tears while holding her close in his arms. But hope would always remain just hope.
"Now I've come to terms with it; whether you like me or not, I'm determined to stick with you. In this lifetime, I'll never fall for anyone else again—whether you scold me or avoid me or even hit me—I won't leave your side. Wherever you go, I'll follow; through thick and thin I'll be with you.
All of this is because I like you—no! I love you! I've waited so many years for your appearance; there's no way I'm letting you go now. I don't care who else is in your heart; if you like someone else that's your business—I can't control that. Similarly, you have no right to stop me from liking you."
"Ye Mingshang, you are my destined other half. I never want to be apart from you in this life or the next!"
It was unclear whether Haitang knew that Ye Mingshang was pretending to sleep, and it was uncertain if she was speaking to herself or to Ye Mingshang. She spoke a lot, filled with emotion, and even managed to touch Ye Mingshang's heart. However, love cannot be based solely on emotions; there was a girl who had already given up her life for him more than once waiting for him.
"Am I your destined other half? Unfortunately, you are not mine..." With a sigh in his heart, Ye Mingshang gradually fell asleep.
The night passed without incident, and as dawn broke, the sky began to lighten. When the first rays of sunlight entered the room, Ye Mingshang slowly opened his eyes. As he regained consciousness, he felt something pressing down on him. Looking up, he saw Haitang resting her head on her arms, lying on his legs.
"Are you awake? You must be hungry. Wait for me; I'll go make you breakfast." The slight movement woke Haitang, and upon seeing Ye Mingshang awake, she quickly got up, brushed her hair back, and headed out.
"Hey!" Ye Mingshang called out.
"Right! You must be thirsty after just waking up. Here, have a glass of water." Haitang returned from the bedside cabinet with a thermos and poured a cup of hot water for Ye Mingshang. After lightly blowing on it to cool it down, she handed it to him. Then, without giving him a chance to speak, she hurriedly walked out.
He glanced at the closed door and then at the hot water in his hand; the air still seemed to carry the faint fragrance of the girl.
Fate is like falling flowers drifting with the current; the flowing water has no intention towards the falling flowers.
Ah, the entanglement of fate...
With a sigh in his heart, he slowly drank the hot water. After putting on his shoes, he quietly walked over to the window and opened it, watching the white clouds drift in the wind, forming fantastical shapes.
"Why are you up? Sit down; you can't run around with your injury." Haitang set down the breakfast she had in her hands and pulled Ye Mingshang to sit on a stool in the room.
"I don't know what you like to eat. You seemed to love meat yesterday, so I bought some famous meat-filled buns. Each one is as big as a plate! And there's fresh hot milk too; my uncle delivers milk from the dairy factory. I just asked him to bring some over; it's really delicious—drink plenty!" As Haitang spoke, she took out the breakfast from her bag. Throughout this time, Ye Mingshang simply watched silently without saying a word.
"Here, try a bun. Oh wait, you need to wash your hands first." Just as Haitang picked up a bun, she gently set it down and dashed out again.
Before long, Haitang returned panting and wiped her forehead of sweat. She carefully wiped Ye Mingshang's face and hands while he cooperated without resistance.
"Did you wait long? Here comes a bite! Ah!" Haitang held the bun with both hands and slowly brought it to Ye Mingshang's mouth.
Ah...
Taking a bite, the rich meat burst in his mouth—so fragrant and delicious. One bite after another, Ye Mingshang devoured the buns in Haitang's hands as if he had been starving for a long time.
"Eat slowly, don't rush. I bought a lot. Oh no! The juice is spilling out. Don't hurry, let me wipe your mouth first." Haitang put down the empty bag in her hand and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corner of Ye Mingshang's mouth.
A faint fragrance filled the air, and Ye Mingshang felt his eyes becoming moist and warm. Unknowingly, tears began to slide down quietly.
"Why are you crying? Are you thinking of something sad?" Haitang gently wiped Ye Mingshang's tears and spoke softly.
In that moment, Ye Mingshang thought of many things: the vague memories of being abandoned by his parents as a baby, the fear he felt when he was taken in by the director. He remembered the joy of playing with the other children in the orphanage and the sorrow of the director's passing.
He recalled the misery of wandering on the streets, begging for food, and shivering in the cold winter while hiding in the woods with only a thin coat. He thought about being rescued by an old man just before freezing to death, remembering how strict yet caring the old man was.
He thought of so much—both bitter and sweet. There were many things he wanted to say, but he held back until it all condensed into one sentence.
"Is it worth it for you to care for me like this? We are destined to be fated but not together..."
Haitang's hand holding the handkerchief trembled slightly, but just for a moment. While continuing to wipe Ye Mingshang's tears, she whispered softly.
"Maybe we are destined to have no ending, but all I know is that I like you, I love you. Love doesn't have a worth; it only depends on willingness. I am willing to suffer for you, to endure hardships for you.
Honestly, I envy that girl. Although I don't know what you've been through together, I can feel that you have been waiting for her just like I have—for a very long time... perhaps even from a past life.
I know I can't stop your love for her. I just hope I can stay by your side, take care of you, and accompany you; that's enough for me."
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