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Zhao Yan's phone kept ringing incessantly, with calls from the homeroom teacher, concerned friends, and his mother's reprimands leaving him overwhelmed.
"How are you? I'm at the hospital and will be in your room soon!" His voice was filled with regret and guilt.
I coldly replied, "No need, I'm fine," and hung up the phone.
I didn't want to hear his voice anymore; his late concern meant nothing to me.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down.
My phone vibrated again. I opened it to find a message from my lawyer: "Ms. Zhao, we have gathered enough evidence to formally sue Zhou Ran. Do you have anything else to add?"
I replied, "Thank you, I have nothing else to add."
The lawyer brought good news along with greetings from the Good Samaritan Parent.
He informed me that based on video evidence and witness testimonies, Zhou Ran's actions constituted defamation and intentional injury, allowing us to file a lawsuit against her.
"Thank you," I said softly. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that silence would only embolden the perpetrator.
I turned my gaze to the bedside table, where a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket sat. The card read: "Wishing you a speedy recovery—A person who cares about you."
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The door to the hospital room swung open, and Zhao Yan rushed in with a worried expression upon seeing me lying in the hospital bed.
He paused, his eyes instantly reddening. "Jingjing..."
He choked on his words, "Xiao Jing, I'm sorry, I... I'm late." He reached out as if to touch me but hesitated mid-air, as if afraid of disturbing her. "Xiao Jing, I'm sorry... it's all my fault. Can you forgive me?"
I slowly withdrew my hand, my gaze icy as I stared at Zhao Yan.
I looked at him coldly, saying nothing, my eyes filled with disappointment and indifference.
I turned my head away slowly, my expression devoid of warmth. "What are you doing here?"
"Forgive? What can you offer to make up for everything I've endured? Can a light 'I'm sorry' erase the scars on my body or restore the dignity that has been trampled upon?"
I shot him a cold glance before turning my head to the other side, remaining silent.
The room was silent except for the sound of dripping water.
Zhao Yan knelt beside my bed in agony, gripping my hand tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks, falling onto the back of my hand.
After a long while, Zhao Yan finally found his voice, choked with sobs. "Jingjing, I'm sorry. I came too late!"
I paused for a moment, my tone sharper. "Do you know that when I was beaten, there were so many people around, yet not one stood up to help me? Do you know that when I was slandered, the entire internet was cursing me? Even my own mother treated me like..."
It felt like a needle piercing through my heart.
His lips moved as if to explain but found that any words would be inadequate. "I... I was wrong. I shouldn't have ignored your explanation..."
Zhao Yan's hand froze in mid-air, his expression a complex mix of regret, guilt, and pain.
"I will never let you suffer again," he choked out, his voice hoarse.
I looked at him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. The intimacy and trust we once shared had turned into nothing but coldness. I gently withdrew my hand.
"Little sister, it's all my fault..."
"Your fault?" I let out a cold laugh, my tone icy. "What exactly is your fault? Not answering my calls? Or not believing me?"
I stared directly at him, my gaze sharp. "Zhao Yan, you don't understand me at all, nor do you care. You only believe what you see! And who is responsible for all this?"
Zhao Yan's face grew even paler as he painfully closed his eyes, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.
He wanted to explain, to argue, but found that any words felt utterly powerless.
I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke in a terrifyingly calm tone. "Just go. I don't want to see you."
Zhao Yan dejectedly withdrew his hand, letting it hang limply by his side. He looked at my indifferent expression, his heart aching like it was being sliced open.
He knew he had truly broken his sister's heart this time.
"Leave," I said in a hoarse voice, my tone frigid and devoid of warmth.
Zhao Yan trembled all over, raising his head to look at me, his eyes filled with pain and pleading.
"Xiao Jing, I know I was wrong. I was really wrong! Please forgive me," his hand fell empty, and his body swayed slightly.
I turned away, gazing out the window with indifference. "Just go. I'm tired."
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting patches of light on the floor, yet it could not illuminate the shadows in my heart.
"Xiao Jing..." He wanted to say something more but was interrupted by me.
"Get out!" I suddenly opened my eyes, my gaze sharp and my tone leaving no room for argument.
Zhao Yan seemed to want to say something more, but upon meeting my icy stare, he ultimately fell silent.
He stumbled to his feet and left the hospital room in a daze.
His footsteps were heavy, and his back hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
The door to the room closed gently, shutting out the noise from outside and severing the last thread of connection between us.
I shut my eyes, tears silently streaming down my face, struggling to breathe.
Turning my head away, I no longer looked at him; my gaze fell upon the deep blue sky outside the window.
At that moment, the lawyer cleared his throat softly, breaking the tense silence.
"Ms. Zhao, we have prepared all the materials and can file the lawsuit at any time." The lawyer's voice was steady and strong, bringing me a sense of comfort.
I replied firmly, "Thank you. I want Zhou Ran to pay for her actions, and I want those who hide behind their keyboards to understand that the internet is not a lawless place!"
I took a deep breath, feeling a surge of strength within me.
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