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

He leaned against the corner of the wall, his clean and straight suit wrapped around his slender figure, and his brows frowned when he lit a cigarette.

The bangs were messy due to the fluctuations in their emotions and movements, and looked awful, and even a little embarrassed.

No one came from the corner, he stood alone, his legs slightly overlapping, and there were traces of dispersion in his eyes.

The rain was still falling outside, and the weather made people very upset, and my heart felt like a stone was pressed down.

One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes...

He kept pulling out cigarettes from the cigarette box and lit them with a lighter.

When I draw the fourth one, the box is empty.

Rong Jincheng frowned in a line, and with a "bang", 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 towards the department.

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

"Where are other people?" Rong Jincheng asked.

The female doctor raised her head and saw that the man was still the same, and said lightly: "Let's go."

“When did you leave?”

"She left after I prescribed her medicine. It took a while, almost ten minutes."

"Damn it." Rong Jincheng cursed, and did not say anything to him after leaving.

He turned his head and left the department.

He called Han Yurou, and his cell phone turned off and no one answered.

Rong Jincheng was sure that she would not leave randomly, and she did not ask any more questions. After telling Jinyuan's servants and family doctors a few words, she went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

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

The heavy rain is still falling, and puddles are left after puddles on the ground. When the raindrops fall, the puddles will splash water droplets, just 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, she was wearing a dark blue sweater dress that was not too thick, and had a pair of black boots on her feet.

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

Very cold.

She hugged her arms and let the cold wind blow.

However, her thoughts were still very messy, like silk threads that were densely wrapped around her heart.

There was a hazy mist in front of her, and her blurry gaze was fixedly looking into the distance.

The wind blew in, it was very cold, but she didn't feel much.

I used to think that life was beautiful and I could have many pursuits, such as going to Antarctica to shoot penguins, opening a dessert shop, and playing a piano piece in the Vienna music hall...

At that time, I had all kinds of pursuits and always felt that I could realize it with someone I loved for the rest of my life.

In my thoughts, the wind is soft, the sun is warm, and even winter can be beautiful.

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

Living is enough.

Nothing else dares to ask for?

A shower was blown on her face by the wind, it was very cold, and her hair was wet with the rain.

The sky is gloomy, fog and rain are fluttering with the wind, and it is cold everywhere.

She hugged her arms tightly and looked at the rain in a daze.

The smell of disinfectant is floating around from time to time, which is a unique atmosphere of the hospital.

A long time later, she left under the banyan tree, walked into the rain, and walked towards the hospital gate.
Chapter completed!