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father Xiao and mother Xiao hurriedly arrived.
Seeing that the lights in the operating room were still on, their expressions darkened.
"Is Xiao Yang still being resuscitated?"
Xiao Qiang nodded.
mother Xiao choked back a sob, silently wiping away tears.
father Xiao sighed, "What a tragedy..."
I looked at the gray hair at their temples and felt a deep sense of discomfort in my heart.
Unable to bear it any longer, I walked to the window to catch the rainwater.
It was drizzling outside.
I extended my hand, and the raindrops fell into my palm.
I remembered how, during high school, every time it rained, Xiao Yang would play basketball in the rain.
He always wore a cheerful smile, his face radiating sunshine and vitality.
But after that, he never smiled like that again.
I don't know how long it had been when the lights in the operating room finally went out.
The doctor removed his mask. "The surgery was very successful; there's nothing serious."
"However, he did lose quite a bit of blood and will need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days."
Father Xiao and Mother Xiao let out a sigh of relief.
My tense body finally relaxed.
I slumped to the ground, unable to hold back my tears any longer.
Xiao Qiang drove me back to the Xiao Family home.
Throughout the journey, he kept talking.
I wasn't in the mood to engage with him, responding only with a few casual remarks.
The car entered the underground garage.
Xiao Qiang spoke up, "Mom and Dad asked me to take you to get a change of clothes for Xiao Yang."
"He has a meeting tomorrow and can't make it to the hospital."
I nodded, "Okay."
Xiao Qiang's room was on the second floor.
Xiao Yang's room was on the third floor.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by familiar furnishings.
It was exactly the same as six years ago.
A pang of nostalgia hit me.
I walked over to the wardrobe, intending to find a jacket for Xiao Yang.
I found a white notebook at the very bottom.
I paused for a moment, and almost instinctively took it out.
Flipping open the cover, I saw the name Xiao Yang along with a birthday written inside.
The content on the first page made me slightly taken aback.
This was Xiao Yang's diary from when she was sixteen!
"Today is May 20th, Xiao Ya's birthday."
"Xiao Ya came to find me in the afternoon and asked if I wanted to be with her."
"I pretended to be calm and said yes."
"Actually, I was so excited last night that I couldn't sleep at all."
"I secretly looked up a lot of information about her."
"I found out that she has excellent grades and loves to read."
"And that she likes the color blue."
"I like blue too."
"So in the afternoon, I wore a blue shirt to meet her."
"She seemed a bit surprised."
"I felt a little shy."
She looks truly beautiful when she smiles.
I should bring her breakfast tomorrow morning.
Her stomach isn't well, so I need to buy her some porridge.
I want her to know that only I care about her.
The diary entries continued until the day of my twenty-fifth birthday.
Today is Xiao Ya's twenty-fifth birthday.
In the morning, I went to pick her up.
She wasn't in a good mood and didn't say much.
During dinner, she said she wanted to break up with me.
I didn't agree.
When I was twenty, I proposed to her.
She said to reconsider when she turned twenty-five.
Now, five years have passed; she should fulfill her promise, right?
I stared at the diary, feeling a bit dazed.
Does Xiao Yang still remember me?
Early the next morning, I rushed to the hospital with Xiao Yang's clothes.
As I pushed open the door to the hospital room, I heard father Xiao's voice:
"Xiao Yang, you're finally awake!"
mother Xiao had red-rimmed eyes. "That's great..."
Xiao Qiang let out a sigh of relief. "As long as you're awake, that's good."
I took a deep breath and stepped into the room.
On the hospital bed lay Xiao Yang.
He was in a patient gown, his face pale and weak.
Upon hearing the voices, he lifted his gaze.
The moment he saw me, his eyes brightened slightly.
"Zhou Ya!" He excitedly tried to sit up!
"Xiao Yang, don't move!" mother Xiao pressed him down. "Your wound hasn't healed yet!"
Xiao Yang took a deep breath. "I know, Mom."
He looked at me. "Zhou Ya, can we talk?"
I thought for a moment. "Sure."
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