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Outside the hospital room.
I looked at Xiao Yang and asked, "What do you want to say to me?"
Xiao Yang gazed back at me, "Zhou Ya... I’ve broken up with Yue Shan."
“It’s my fault! I’m the one who hurt you!”
“Can you give me another chance?”
“We can start over!”
I stared at him in silence.
After a while, I couldn’t help but laugh.
I laughed so hard that my whole body shook. “Xiao Yang, you’re really ridiculous.”
I closed my eyes for a moment. “Have you forgotten?”
“I was the one who didn’t want you.”
“I don’t want to get back together with you now!”
“It’s never going to happen!”
I turned to leave. “Take care of your injuries.”
Xiao Yang panicked. “Zhou Ya!”
He tried to sit up, “Didn’t you say you would marry me when you turn twenty-five?”
“It’s already May… In a few months, you’ll be twenty-five!”
“Zhou Ya, you promised me!”
His sudden movement strained his injury.
His face instantly turned pale.
Seeing him in pain pierced my heart.
I closed my eyes and said, "Take care of your injuries."
My phone rang.
It was a call from Yue Shan.
I had little patience and hung up.
After a while, I received a series of messages from Yue Shan.
"Zhou Ya, what did you say to him?"
"Why can't he stop thinking about you?"
"Zhou Ya, I hope you suffer!"
"You won't have a good ending!"
I couldn't be bothered to respond to her.
I focused on my work.
Until the end of the workday, Yue Shan's messages kept coming.
Feeling annoyed, I replied with a single message:
"Shut up."
"Have you forgotten that I still have the recording?"
"I don't want to send you to jail."
"Stop bothering me."
Finally, Yue Shan quieted down.
On the day Xiao Yang was discharged from the hospital, mother Xiao called me to come home for dinner.
"Xiao Yang is out of the hospital; let's have a family gathering."
"You haven't been back in a while."
"Come back and sit for a while."
I knew that I could escape today, but not tomorrow.
I would eventually have to face Xiao Yang.
So I nodded, "Alright."
Before Xiao Yang was discharged from the hospital, he sent me flowers every day for a week.
I passed them all on to the cleaning lady downstairs.
When I returned home, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen.
Xiao Yang was wearing an apron and cooking.
Without turning around, he said, "The Stir-Fried Pork is almost ready; it's your favorite."
I was slightly taken aback.
Xiao Yang's Stir-Fried Pork was delicious.
He often made it for me during high school.
At that time, my parents had passed away, and my grandmother was gone too.
I became an orphan and lived at school every day.
The food in the school cafeteria was terrible.
After Xiao Yang realized I was malnourished, he started bringing me meals every day.
The dish I ate most often was Stir-Fried Pork.
I was frequently bullied at school.
I cared a lot about my pride, so I never ate Xiao Yang's food.
Even when I was starving, I forced myself to hold on.
Not long after, I collapsed from malnutrition.
When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital.
Xiao Yang was sitting by the bed, looking worried.
“Zhou Ya, why didn’t you eat the food I made?” he asked softly.
I closed my eyes for a moment. “We’re just classmates; you don’t have to be this nice to me.”
Xiao Yang sighed. “This is the food my mom made for me.”
“She’s always afraid I won’t have enough to eat.”
“She makes a lot every time.”
“It’s a waste if I can’t finish it.”
“That’s why I brought it to you.”
I was taken aback. “I’m sorry…”
Xiao Yang smiled. “It’s okay.”
Later, I found out that the meals weren’t made by his mom at all.
They were prepared by Xiao Yang himself, who had been waking up early and staying up late to cook.
Unfortunately, I learned this too late.
By then, he had already transferred schools.
We completely lost contact.
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