Chapter 4

I walked down the street, feeling dazed and completely drained of energy.

I don't know how long I had been walking when suddenly everything went black and I collapsed to the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed at the local clinic.

"Young man, how did someone your age end up so severely malnourished? And what's the story behind that abdominal injury? If it had been any worse, you might have needed surgery."

Looking at the doctor's worried face, I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes.

To keep the tears from falling, I turned my head to look out the window.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. Jane was pushing John's wheelchair, her face beaming with a smile as they basked in the sunlight.

John must have said something because Jane suddenly jumped up and down with excitement, running to a nearby peach tree to pluck a blooming branch and hand it to John.

I had never seen her smile like that before, nor had she ever shown me that girlish, shy expression.

As I watched her carefully pin the peach blossom John had given her to her chest, I realized she wasn't allergic to pollen at all.

All those times she had refused to go on trips with me, citing her pollen allergy - they were just casual excuses she made up.

Yet like a fool, I had taken her lies as gospel truth.

Thinking about this, I let out a bitter chuckle, then pulled the IV needle from my arm and got up to walk out.I stepped out of the community clinic, the pain in my abdomen forcing me to crouch down in the nearby grass.

I heard the urgent voice of the community doctor: "Did you see a thin young man? He just left here. His test results came back, and there's a risk his intestines could rupture."

Jane asked with concern, "Can't we notify his family? A ruptured intestine is no small matter."

"He was brought in unconscious by strangers. We didn't have a chance to ask for his family's contact information."

"Luna, that poor soul. I'm so grateful I have you. If it weren't for your unwavering support, I might end up like him, lying on the ground waiting to die," John said.

Jane quickly covered John's mouth. "Don't say such things. I'd never abandon you. I love you too much to let you end up like that poor guy on the streets."

"Poor guy" - that's right. At this moment, I'm that poor guy, curled up in a ball on the side of the road.

"Let's go home. The wind's picking up, and you can't catch a cold. I'll push you back and make your favorite seafood porridge."

Jane gently tucked John's blanket around him and carefully pushed him into the elevator.Observing the two of them chatting and laughing, I made a phone call: "Go ahead and prepare the agreement papers as we discussed earlier."

"Are you sure about this? Divorcing this way means you'll lose quite a bit."

I nodded with unwavering resolve: "As long as I can get away from her sooner, I'm willing to lose everything."