Song Xiaotian and I spent a full half month laid up in the hospital.
During that time, Zhao Laoqi also woke up, and his body recovered quickly.
At first, the doctors had even issued a critical condition notice for him, but since he had no family, they gave it to Meng Yifan.
Even we thought Zhao Laoqi probably would not survive such severe injuries, but he really was an extraordinary man. Not only did he wake up, he recovered quickly.
After spending a full twenty days in the hospital, we could not stand it anymore and went to get ourselves discharged.
In those twenty days, I never saw An Ning again.
She never appeared again, as though she had never appeared at all.
Du Yuwei was gone, and she seemed to have vanished too.
I even had Song Xiaotian find a way to ask around about her whereabouts, but he found nothing.
I did not know whether I would ever see her again.
Nor did I know whether I wanted to see her, or that face that looked exactly like Du Yuwei's.
The day we left the hospital, the three of us, along with Zhao Laoqi, gathered at a hot pot restaurant.
The doctors had told us to watch what we ate, since our injuries had not fully healed.
But perhaps because we were so close to Sichuan-Chongqing, we all liked spicy food. Zhao Laoqi said this was fighting poison with poison; at worst, we would spend another couple of days in the hospital.
That evening, we gathered at the hot pot restaurant.
But I was not in high spirits.
Not long ago, I had just endured the most agonizing parting of life and death I had ever experienced.
Yet in the end, I discovered that they were not my