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Dad favors her, and Ma Zhiqiang also favors her. This time, I am going to take her things. I want to reclaim the truth and justice. I no longer seek anyone's approval. I picked up the scissors and quickly cut the Mermaid Skirt into pieces. I drove to the hospital.
I looked at the fingers lying in a pool of blood, as if I saw myself jumping on the piano. The nurse urged me to go in for bandaging, and I numbly walked inside. After the doctor examined me, he shook his head helplessly: "The nerve has died; it can only be amputated."
After the surgery, I was hospitalized. That night, Ma Zhiqiang called me countless times and sent numerous messages. I simply turned off my phone. The next morning, I turned on my phone. Countless missed calls and text messages bombarded my device. I ignored them and got up to do my check-up.
After the check-up, Ma Zhiqiang's call came in again. I thought for a moment and decided to answer. "Cui Yongmei!" "Where did you go last night?" "Why didn't you answer your phone?" "Do you know I was worried about you all night?"
I spoke expressionlessly: "Is there something you need?" Ma Zhiqiang paused: "Where... where are you now?" "I'm coming to find you." "I'm at the hospital."
Ma Zhiqiang clearly panicked: "You... what's wrong?"
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"Is it because of what happened yesterday? Are you upset?"
"Can I come see you tonight?"
I replied calmly, "No need."
"Ma Zhiqiang, we are done."
On the other end of the line, Ma Zhiqiang was obviously flustered:
"Yongmei, I shouldn't have been impulsive with you this morning."
"But I was thinking of your well-being.
Cui Yongjuan is coming back to the country soon,
and I don't want you sisters to be awkward with each other."
"Let's talk about our issues once Cui Yongjuan settles down, okay?"
"Please stop making a scene, alright?"
I spoke softly: "Ma Zhiqiang."
"Did you ever love me?"
Ma Zhiqiang was taken aback: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"
"I certainly loved you."
"If I didn't love you, why would I propose to you?"
"Yongmei, I know you hate Cui Yongjuan,
but after all, you are sisters. Please stop tormenting each other, alright?"
I hung up the phone.
Ma Zhiqiang may have had feelings for me, but not much.
His statement, "If I loved you, why would I propose to you?"
was something I had heard three years ago.
At that time, he confessed to me.
He said, "If I didn't really like you, how could I confess to you?"
I was so moved at that time that I threw myself into his arms and accepted his confession. Looking back now, it seems ridiculous. Ma Zhiqiang's feelings for me were nothing more than the affection one has for a kitten or puppy. He had a strong sense of responsibility, so he couldn't bear to leave me behind. He was also very masculine, wanting to save me. He showed me pity and compassion, and in the end, he fell in love with the role he was playing. He didn't love me; he loved himself.
That night, I opened my phone and discovered that all the modification and debugging records in my competition piece had mysteriously been deleted. I thought of someone—Cui Yongjuan. I hurriedly searched through our chat history and finally found an unread message from her. She was my arrangement teacher, who had been helping me with my arrangements during the competition. I sent her a message: "Teacher, how is the competition going?" She replied immediately: "Cui Yongjuan is using your song for the competition; why aren't you participating?" "What happened?" "Aren't you on good terms with your sister?" I sent her a photo of my broken finger and briefly explained the situation.
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