ght... but the one who held the most important place in her heart was himself.But this woman showed tenderness towards Xiao Heng... If she hadn't been tender to Xiao Heng, why would she pull him out o...That foolish woman… she's already suffered enough.

Jian Tong hastily got on the car.

She didn't want to listen, nor did she want to think about it.

She and he, were a mistake, wrong from the start, so let the result be right.

She simply moved the wrong track back to the right path... Yes, she didn't do anything wrong.

She did not run away.

She wasn't running away.

She... she just wanted to go back to Erhai, back to Alu's side.

She was only fulfilling her promise to Ah Lu, realizing his dream, she was only repaying Ah Lu's life-saving grace.

Yep, that's right.

Hongqiao International Airport

A woman sits motionless in a chair.

The airport's announcement was broadcasting that her flight would be taking off soon.

On the radio, they've called her name for the third time now, urging her to take care of it.

The woman sat quietly, her eyes blankly staring ahead.

Finally, her name was no longer announced on the radio, urging her to proceed with check-in.

As darkness fell, the bustling crowds at the airport gradually thinned and dispersed.

The woman was still sitting in the chair.

Her flight has already taken off and arrived at its destination.

The crowd around her thinned, shifting from a bustling throng to occasional murmurs as they passed by.

After spending most of the day, the ground staff began to pay attention to this strange woman. She sat at the airport for a long time, completely motionless.

"Ma'am, can I help you" Perhaps noticing her odd behavior, a ground staff member walked over and tentatively inquired... After all, this was an airport, what if another strange person appeared What if... they were a psychopath

Who knows what will happen.

That strange woman didn't answer him, and he asked again, not tired at all: "Hello, is there anything I can help you with"

Suddenly, the strange woman stood up abruptly and said slowly:

"It's okay, thank you."

He pushed his own luggage and walked slowly, dragging his feet as he left.

"Strange woman," the ground staff said to another colleague who walked by.

Jian Tong pushed her luggage and slowly walked out of the airport. It was late at night, and she looked up at the pitch-black sky.

He slowly pulled out his phone and dialed Su Meng's number. The ringtone rang only twice before the person on the other end picked up.

Her raspy voice, low and husky, said:

"I hate him so much, I need to see him suffering from illness and nearing death. Meng Jie, please show me the way."

On the phone, Su Meng was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, a smile bloomed on her red lips:

"Where are you, I'll pick you up."

"The airport."

"Okay, wait for me."

Chapter 330: He Was Imprisoned, But Her Heart Was The Prisoner

In the hospital, the door to the ward creaked open silently. This time, Shen Er didn't act as a mouthpiece.

When Bai Yu hurried over, he saw the woman.

He didn't say a word. Su Meng pulled Bai Yu Xing back into the corridor, and the door opened and closed again.

The man in the bed lay on his side, asleep.

And yet, he dreamt of things unknown. His tightly furrowed brow betrayed a restless sleep.

A hand resting on the bedding, wearing a wedding ring.

The woman walked slowly closer, finally stopping by the man's bedside.

Her gaze settled on the man's fingers, her eyes lingering on the ring.

I don't know what she's thinking about.

He just stared at the ring for a long, long time, his eyes lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the man vaguely opened his eyes and saw the person from his dream.

He gave her a pale smile: "Dreaming again"

He spoke to her in a tone as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, soft and sweet enough to melt water. "It's really nice. You still come into my dreams."

The woman stood by the bed, coming to her senses. Her gaze slowly shifted to the man's face, and she was struck by how thin he had become, as pale as the moon.

Perhaps because of his words, perhaps because of the tenderness and fondness in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She didn't want to think about it, how she could possibly show that she hated him.

Just like she'd touched her own heart, she suddenly bent her head, a warm kiss gently landing on his forehead, "Is this a dream"

She asked.

The man's eyes showed surprise and immense delight, a smirk playing on his lips: "It was a dream."

She let out a soft chuckle, as if forgetting the entanglement of love and hate between them, forgetting all the hardships they had endured. Like old friends who hadn't seen each other in years, she reached out and gave his arm a playful twist: "Was it a dream"

Sudden pain jolted the man awake. He was startled, yet filled with wonder and disbelief. He dared not close his eyes, fearing that if he did, upon reopening them, she would be gone again.

"It hurts," he said. "Not really, pinch it again."

She picked up an apple from the side and silently peeled it. After a while, the peeled apple was handed to the person in front of her.

The apple in front of him was fragrant, but the man's deep eyes seemed to say that all of this felt impossible. He hesitated, unable to reach out and take it.

Who knows, the moment he went to pick up an apple, it might vanish from right in front of him the next second.

"When will the surgery be" she didn't press further, holding a peeled apple in her hand.

The man suddenly felt a prickle of unease, an almost imperceptible tension: "Who's whispering about you"

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow" she asked again, ignoring his grumbling.

"...the day after tomorrow," he stared at her, saying that he was stubborn. In fact, she was more stubborn than him. She wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of it.

The woman nodded and pushed the apple forward. "Don't you want to eat it I peeled it for you."

She said.

"I cut it for you," a man's heart suddenly warmed. He, who had never been soft, now had some stinging in his eyes, and the red rims were barely visible. He blinked quickly, trying to get rid of the sensation, then reached out and took it.

Bite by bite, each mouthful seemed not to be eating an apple, but ambrosia.

Every bite is sweet.

His mind was slightly muddled, unable to guess her intentions.

He ate the apple, bite by bite. She sat beside him, quietly peeling another one for him.

He finished eating, and the second apple in her hand was just sliced, so she handed it to him.

The man didn't say a word, took it and ate it.only glanced at him, then deliberately ignored him, walked past, ate a little at random, put down her chopsticks, and returned to the bedroom. She took out a thin quilt from the closet and walked out,...