Wen Yi naturally grew even fonder of her sensibleness, heeding her words, and took meticulous care of her.
Perhaps the ailing are always more fragile. Before and after the surgery, she clutched her phone, subconsciously hoping he would call. She still didn't want to tell him about her condition; just hearing his voice would be enough. Even a simple "hello" or a cool "Liu Zheng" would soak her heart with satisfaction, like a desert drenched by water.
Yet, disappointment was destined.
Lying in the hospital bed, tossing and turning through sleepless nights, she gazed at the stars outside, knowing he was busy on the other side of the world. Studying and working abroad must be very busy, so he didn't have time to call her. She comforted herself with such self-deceptions.
But, deep down, a lucid part of her understood all too clearly that he was simply too engrossed to remember her.