Without Di Mingjue, he could have gladly accepted Ye Ziyu's concern, just as Qianqian and the others received Ye Ziyu's maternal care.
After much inner struggle, Xingxing looked up with determined eyes.
"Do you love him very much?"
"Him?"
Xingxing looked towards the door, his gaze serving as an answer.
He was referring to Di Mingjue!
Ye Ziyu smiled, dismissing it as him being young and holding a grudge. "My experiences with him are complicated and might be hard to explain in a short while. Perhaps after experiencing so much, our feelings have become simpler. We love each other very much now."
Speaking of her feelings, Ye Ziyu's eyes curved, and she seemed to be bathed in honey, exuding a sweet aura of happiness.
Her resolve wavered, and Xingxing looked at Ye Ziyu blankly, unsure if he should voice his thoughts.
"What were you about to say just now?" Ye Ziyu asked after recalling.
Xingxing shook his head.
A child is still a child, their thoughts evident on their face.
Ye Ziyu hugged Xingxing, just like she hugged Xiao Ran. Her gentle voice echoed in the ward, "There are only the two of us here, you can tell me anything you want. Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped."
After saying that, Ye Ziyu playfully made a gesture of covering her mouth.
Xingxing was amused, and seeing Ye Ziyu's relieved expression, he became shy again.
"Tell me, if you don't, I'll be lost in thought all day, and I might not sleep or eat well," Ye Ziyu coaxed Xingxing tenderly.
By his side, she felt at ease, free to say whatever she pleased.
The atmosphere heightened, and under Ye Ziyu's expectant gaze, Xingxing spoke, "Can you divorce him?"
"Divorce!" Ye Ziyu sat up in surprise, looking at Xingxing incredulously. "Can you tell me why?"
For what kind of dislike did he utter such words?
He should understand what divorce meant!
Xingxing lowered his head. "I just don't want you to be with him. He's not good at all, he doesn't deserve you."
His words were full of concern for her, the little him acting like an elder, believing only the best was suitable for her.
Ye Ziyu stroked his hair, teasing him fondly. "You're still young, you don't understand romantic relationships yet. Whether a person is happy is something they have to feel for themselves, not something outsiders can negotiate. Perhaps there's something about him that makes you think he's not good enough, but he's very good to me. As for divorce, such separations might not happen between us."
Their time together wasn't long, but Di Mingjue had endured her painful life. He felt for her, tolerated her. For her, he even abandoned his family to come to Sijiucheng, which was enough to prove his feelings for her.
A person might be bad, but if they are good to someone, even if all the dirt is thrown at that person, the one receiving their care will still consider them the best in the world.
Facing Ye Ziyu's explanation, Xingxing was disappointed. He thought Ye Ziyu would consider it, rather than praise Di Mingjue.
He petulantly broke free from her embrace, turned over, and lay on his side on the hospital bed. He deliberately turned his face towards the window, ignoring Ye Ziyu.
"Tired?" Ye Ziyu patted his back, noticing his slight annoyance and smiling helplessly. "You should rest well."
Getting out of bed, Ye Ziyu returned to the adjacent hospital bed.
Without any conversation, the ward became unusually quiet. Ye Ziyu looked at Xingxing's sulky back and, for a moment, felt he resembled Xiao Ran.
She took out her phone and opened her photo album. There was a similar back view. Holding the phone halfway in the air, Ye Ziyu compared them, and a thought leisurely arose in her mind.