Sensing Lin Qiutong's body trembling, Shen Chi Yan gently held her.
Leaning in Shen Chi Yan's embrace, Lin Qiutong wept outwardly but was ecstatic inwardly.
Although she and Shen Chi Yan had grown up together, they were only good friends and companions. She had never hugged him so tightly before.
His embrace was as warm and comfortable as she had imagined, making her reluctant to leave.
The people in the ward were discerning enough to leave the space for Lin Qiutong and Shen Chi Yan.
Lin Qiutong stared at Shen Chi Yan with tear-filled eyes, as if she wanted to engrave his entire being into her memory.
"Ah Yan, you've lost so much weight."
Shen Chi Yan's emotions and expression were complex.
For the past three years, he had longed for Lin Qiutong to wake up every day. When Lin Qiutong first woke up, he was both thrilled and overjoyed.
Today, he was still happy. On the way, he even had a lot he wanted to say to Lin Qiutong.
But when faced with her alone, he suddenly didn't know what to say, or even how to start.
How could this be?
He loved her so much. Why couldn't he even say "I miss you"?
Sensing Shen Chi Yan's strangeness, Lin Qiutong's heart sank slightly. Her tears flowed more torrentially, "Ah Yan, aren't you happy to see me awake?"
Realizing he shouldn't be like this, Shen Chi Yan smiled at Lin Qiutong and reached out to stroke her head, "How could I not be? We were all waiting for you to wake up."
A hint of sadness flashed in Lin Qiutong's eyes, "I never expected to be in a coma for three years..."
Three years, over a thousand days and nights.
The prime of her life was a blank slate.
Shen Chi Yan felt extremely guilty, "Qiūqiū, I'm sorry."
Song Qinian, with tears in her eyes, seemed afraid Shen Chi Yan would blame himself. She smiled and shook her head, "I don't blame you at all. By the way... you asked me to meet you at the Bund that year, what did you want to say to me?"
"I..."
The confession words were on the tip of his tongue, but Shen Chi Yan couldn't bring himself to say them.
He suddenly felt very annoyed, feeling that all of this was influenced by Song Qinian.
Otherwise, he loved Qiūqiū so much. He had gone to the Bund with excitement to confess back then, and even prepared a whistle as a gift. Why couldn't he say it now?
Seeing Shen Chi Yan's struggle, Lin Qiutong seemed to recall something, and her expression turned grim.
Damn it...
Could it be... even with his memory loss, after being married to Song Qinian for three years, Shen Chi Yan had fallen in love with Song Qinian?
No!
Absolutely not!
Lin Qiutong clenched her fists tightly and pretended to be confused, calling out to Shen Chi Yan, "Ah Yan, what's wrong?"
Shen Chi Yan shook his head, still unable to utter the words of confession, "It's nothing. We'll talk about everything after you've recovered."
Lin Qiutong was very disappointed, and even more worried.
"Ah Yan, Xingxing told me you're married. I... I don't know what to say, Congratulations..."
Lin Qiutong gritted her teeth, crying as she offered her congratulations, which made Shen Chi Yan's chest ache.
"Alright, Qiūqiū, stop talking."
Lin Qiutong threw herself into Shen Chi Yan's arms again, "I'm sorry, I wanted to bless you, but I can't, Ah Yan, I can't..."
Shen Chi Yan's chest felt heavy. He knew Qiūqiū liked him. They were clearly meant for each other, but because of Song Guanliang and the Song family, it had become like this.
He patted Lin Qiutong's back, comforting her silently, his mind a tangled mess.
In the following days, Shen Chi Yan stayed by Lin Qiutong's side, which greatly improved her mood.
So what if Shen Chi Yan was married to Song Qinian? As long as Shen Chi Yan's memory was that he loved her, that was enough.
Marriage could always end in divorce!
As for Song Qinian...
Heh... a mute, how could she possibly compete with her!
...
Shen Chi Yan hadn't visited Song Qinian for several days. Song Qinian felt a little disappointed, but thinking he might be busy with work, she didn't dare to disturb him.
She actively cooperated with her treatment, planning to dive into work as soon as she recovered to share some of Shen Chi Yan's burden.
Mu Yuxin, a workaholic dog, finally had time to visit Song Qinian. Seeing that Song Qinian was always in the ward, she worried she might fall ill from boredom and dragged the limping Song Qinian downstairs.
The private hospital had a beautiful scenery. There was a large garden downstairs from the inpatient building, filled with many flowers.
In May and June, the vibrant and beautiful peonies would bloom competitively, pleasing to the eye.
In August and September, the Osmanthus fragrance would fill the air, refreshing the mind.
Smelling the Osmanthus scent, Song Qinian's mood improved significantly.
"You really should come out for a stroll. How can you get inspiration by staying in your room and drawing all the time?"
Thinking of this, Song Qinian had something to share with Mu Yuxin.
Seeing that she had something to say, Mu Yuxin helped her to a chair.
"Go ahead, what good news have you encountered?"
Song Qinian gestured excitedly, "I submitted a comic script to Ai Man Bu Luo before, and they liked my story and want to sign a contract with me."
Mu Yuxin's eyes lit up, "Really? That's great, did you agree?"
Song Qinian nodded. She had loved drawing since she was a child, and when she grew up, she wanted to become a comic artist.
But Liu Xiaohan thought drawing had no future and insisted she study Business Administration.
She joined Ding Sheng Group for two reasons: first for Shen Chi Yan, and second for money.
However, creating comics that everyone loved was her life goal.
"Awesome! I'm going to witness the rise of a comic artist. Darling, when your comic is adapted into an anime or a TV series, I'll be the first one to support it."
Mu Yuxin had seen Song Qinian draw. When she drew, she was completely immersed in her own world. Whether drawing characters or backgrounds, they were vivid and lively.
"By the way, what kind of story do you plan to create? Do you have any ideas?"
Just as Song Qinian was about to gesture, an inappropriate voice interrupted, "Oh, isn't this Song Qinian? What are you doing here?"
Seeing that the other party was hostile, Mu Yuxin shielded Song Qinian and looked coldly at Lin Lanxing, "What do you want?"
Lin Lanxing scrutinized Mu Yuxin from head to toe. Seeing that Mu Yuxin was wearing a T-shirt that cost a few dozen yuan, a mocking curve formed on her lips, "Heh... like father, like son. You're shabby, and your friend is shabby too."
No matter what Lin Lanxing said about herself, Song Qinian didn't care, but she couldn't tolerate Lin Lanxing insulting Mu Yuxin.
However, she couldn't argue with Lin Lanxing. Just as she was about to make a move, Mu Yuxin let out a cold laugh, "All the designer brands and expensive perfumes you wear can't cover the stench from your mouth."
Although Song Qinian wasn't good with words, when it came to insults, Mu Yuxin never lost.
Lin Lanxing didn't expect this woman to be so sharp-tongued. She didn't want to waste time on irrelevant people, so she shifted her gaze to Song Qinian.
"Song Qinian, do you know why Brother Chi Yan didn't see you on your birthday?"