After Han Yurou entered the department, Rong Jincheng walked to the corridor alone and smoked a cigarette.

He leaned against the corner, his slender figure wrapped in a clean and crisp suit. When he lit a cigarette, he frowned.

Due to the fluctuations in emotions and movements, the bangs were messy and looked bad, even a little embarrassed.

No one would come over in the corner, so he stood alone, his legs slightly crossed, and there were traces of distraction in his eyes.

It's still raining outside. This kind of weather makes people very irritable, and it feels like a stone is weighing on their heart.

One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes...

He kept taking out cigarettes from the cigarette case and lighting them with a lighter.

When the fourth stick was drawn, the box was empty.

Rong Jincheng's brows knitted into a straight line, and he threw the empty box into the trash can with dissatisfaction.

The box drew a parabola and landed steadily in the trash can.

Rong Jincheng put his hands into his trousers pockets, put away the expression on his face, and walked to the department.

When he pushed the door open, he didn't see Han Yurou.

"Where is she?" Rong Jincheng asked.

The female doctor raised her head and saw the same man, and said calmly: "He's leaving."

"When did you leave?"

"I gave her the medicine and she left. It took a while, almost ten minutes."

"Damn it." Rong Jincheng cursed and left without saying a word to him.

He turned his head and left the department.

He called Han Yurou, but the phone was turned off and no one answered.

Rong Jincheng was convinced that she would not wander around, and did not ask any more questions. After a few words with Jinyuan's servant and family doctor, he went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

Soon, the shadow of Rong Jincheng's red Ferrari disappeared into the rain.

The heavy rain is still falling, leaving puddles on the ground one after another. When the raindrops fall, the puddles will splash up water droplets one by one, like pearls.

Han Yurou stood under a tall and dense banyan tree in the hospital, standing silently without saying a word.

She didn't bring an umbrella, and was only wearing a dark blue sweater dress that wasn't too thick, and a pair of black boots.

Although the leaves were lush, the rain still fell on her.

Very cold.

She crossed her arms and let the cold wind blow.

However, her thoughts were still very messy, like endless threads, tightly wrapped around her heart.

There was a hazy mist in front of her, and her blurred vision was fixed on looking into the distance.

The wind was blowing and it was very cold, but she didn't feel much.

I used to think that life was beautiful and could have many pursuits, such as going to Antarctica to photograph penguins, opening a dessert shop, playing piano music at the Vienna Concert Hall...

At that time, I had all kinds of pursuits, and I always felt that I could realize them all with the person I love for the rest of my life.

In my mind, the wind is gentle, the sun is warm, and even winter can be beautiful.

But now, her only thought is... to live well.

Just living is enough.

How can I ask for anything else?

A gust of rain was blown onto her face by the wind, which made her very cold. Her hair was also wet from the rain.

The sky was gloomy, mist and rain were blowing with the wind, and it was cold everywhere.

She crossed her arms and looked at the rain with blurred eyes.

The smell of disinfectant wafts around from time to time, a smell unique to hospitals.

After a long time, she left under the banyan tree, walked into the rain, and walked towards the hospital door.
Chapter completed!