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"Be careful not to catch a cold!" Jerry approached Xinran and gently draped his coat over her shoulders.
As soon as he entered the hospital garden, he saw Xinran leaning on a stone table, gazing into the distance. After knowing her for so many years, it was the first time he had seen her looking so sorrowful. This foolish woman never revealed her true emotions in front of others, but this time her sadness was too evident...
"Jerry, you're here?" Xinran looked up at Jerry, a beam of afternoon sunlight illuminating her face, creating a beautifully polished scene.
"Is the injury serious? You didn't explain clearly over the phone!" Jerry sat down on the stone bench beside Xinran and gently examined the bandaged wound on her forehead.
"If it were serious, I would be lying in the intensive care unit right now, not sitting here waiting for you," she allowed Jerry to check her wound and nestled into his embrace. No matter where she had felt wronged, she had always relied on Jerry as her lifeline and savior. Leaning against him brought her a sense of safety and comfort, and at that moment, she needed that warmth more than ever.
"Fool, what nonsense are you talking about?" Jerry pushed Xinran away slightly, looking intently at her face. He cautiously asked, "Summer, have you encountered something? And why were you hit by a car out of nowhere? You better tell me the truth; I've never seen you like this. Don't think you can keep me in the dark!"
"Jerry, take me home!" Xinran chuckled lightly, a faint hint of mockery appearing on her face. "I'll tell you everything when we get home!"
"If you're tired, just sleep for a bit. I'll lower the seat for you," Jerry said as he drove, noticing that Xinran in the passenger seat was staring ahead with flickering eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
"No need; I'm not sleepy. I feel more awake at this moment than ever!"
Xinran turned her head to look at the scenery and people passing by outside the car. At that second, she felt an overwhelming sadness that nearly brought her to tears. Several times she wanted to cry freely without restraint, but she held back. Yes, she had reasons to be sad and reasons to suffer, but she had no reason to let anyone see her as a joke. She could be sad and in pain, but not outside; once home, she would allow herself to grieve and suffer fully—just for a moment!
In this world, no one could pay for her pain. Even if she was the victim, the mastermind behind the deception bore no responsibility because it was she who foolishly jumped into the trap; she could blame no one else!
"Sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water!" Back at Xinran's apartment, Jerry helped her, looking unwell, to the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.
"Jerry, could you make me a cup of Irish Coffee? I haven't had your coffee in a long time!"
"Sure, just wait a moment, I'll make it for you." Jerry entered the kitchen, familiar with the routine of taking out the coffee machine and coffee beans from the cupboard to prepare coffee for Xinran.
The last time Xinran had actively asked him to make her coffee was two or three years ago. She had just been demoted from the third female lead to an extra by the director and had encountered a wealthy businessman who wanted to support her privately. Unfortunately, his wife found out and exposed it to the paparazzi. While driving, she almost got into an accident due to being blocked by the paparazzi. After narrowly escaping, she said she wanted to drink his coffee...
At that time, she jokingly remarked that this was one of her more sensational scandals despite being relatively unknown. However, the wealthy man's wife only wanted to teach her a lesson and later suppressed the news. Poor Xinran returned to being at the bottom of the valley without gaining any opportunity for exposure from that scandal!
"Here you go, be careful, it's hot!" Jerry came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and handed it to Xinran.
"Thank you, I'm very grateful!" Xinran pretended to smile and murmured.
"Stop pretending; aren't you tired of acting in front of me? Your expression clearly tells me you want to cry..." Jerry sat on the other end of the sofa, helplessly saying.
"Damn it, why do you have to be so honest?" Xinran held the coffee cup, staring at the dark brown liquid inside. A tear accidentally fell into the cup. "Jerry, didn't you say that Irish Coffee is best enjoyed mixed with tears? At that time, I thought it was disgusting, but actually, how beautiful is coffee with tears in it? Because tears are so crystal clear..." As she spoke, more tears fell into the cup...
"Xinran, if you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it back anymore; my arms are always here for you!" Jerry got up and sat next to Xinran, embracing her shoulders and comforting her.
"Jerry, do you know how foolish I am? I've fallen in love with a man, but today I heard him say that everything he did for me was just an act; it was all fake..." Xinran put down her cup and curled up in Jerry's embrace, crying heartily. Each sob seemed like a lament for a relationship that had died before it even bloomed. After today, she would let everything go and return to her original self—Summer—nothing would hurt her again!
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