The production team drove the two of them to a nearby hospital. Everything that had just happened was recorded by the cameras, and although it was very late, there were still many people watching the live stream.
From the beginning, when the two of them were together, the atmosphere was peaceful and somewhat ambiguous, but now, only coldness remained between them.
Xia Weige’s condition was also very poor. Perhaps it was the sorrow greater than a dead heart; the pain in her fingers made her constantly clench her teeth.
Fans who saw her like this criticized Wen Rong one after another.
【Seriously speechless. Xiaxia is sick with a fever, did she really have to say those heartbreaking words right then and there?】 【I regret ever wanting to ship them before, and supporting Xiaxia to win her back. In reality, she doesn’t care about Xiaxia at all.】 【Xia Bao is truly too pitiful. She has been relentlessly pursuing, but who knew the other person would treat her this way.】 【Can the CP fans stop stirring things up? Can you still ship them after seeing this?】 【Maybe this Wen Rong just wants to enjoy Xiaxia’s pursuit. After all, the current Xiaxia has so many people who like her; being pursued by such a celebrity satisfies her vanity.】 【Maybe so. Otherwise, why the repeated back and forth with Xiaxia before? Simply a scumbag.】 【This person doesn’t love you at all, Xia Bao, wake up!】 【This Wen Rong is disgusting, can she please stay away from Xia Bao!】 【Hahaha, I’m glad to see it. Xia Weige deserves it. She treated Xiao Zhuo that way first; the wicked are eventually met with their match.】 【Can you get lost, Zhuo Jingcheng fans? Our disgust with Wen Rong has nothing to do with your gege (older brother/idol).】 【Don’t be led astray by others; we should just speak up for Xiaxia.】
All the malice on the internet was poured onto Wen Rong following this incident, even pushing a topic onto the trending search list.
//Wen Rong Scumbag//
Xia Weige did not know the rhythm of the live stream. It wasn’t until she arrived at the hospital and was receiving an IV drip that she learned about it from Sister Li’s phone call.
Since filming was inconvenient in the hospital, the production team closed the live stream for both her and Wen Rong after announcing that Xia Weige was receiving treatment.
Sister Li called at this time.
She asked Xia Weige if they should handle the trending topic about Wen Rong.
In Xia Weige’s heart, Wen Rong was the salvation of her once unbearable life, teaching her to accept love and helping her realize that she could also be loved.
Wen Rong’s kindness and gentleness were the most precious things in the world, and she could not accept others slandering Wen Rong.
How heartbroken such a gentle person would be if she saw those malicious words.
A sour ache rose in Xia Weige’s chest. She asked Sister Li to handle it immediately. She had already been rejected by Wen Rong; if the other person was also affected by these things, she truly didn’t know what she would do.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Rong, who had gone to the hot water dispenser to fetch water, returned.
“Is it too hot? I’ve already mixed in some cool water.” Wen Rong hadn’t heard her conversation with Sister Li. She unscrewed the cup lid and handed it to Xia Weige.
Xia Weige reached out, took it, and sipped it, shaking her head at Wen Rong as a reply.
She lowered her head and did not speak again. Wen Rong pulled a chair and sat by the bedside, also remaining silent.
Xia Weige simply lay down and, in a daze, actually fell asleep.
She dreamed of the day she left. At that time, perhaps both she and Wen Rong understood what was happening.
It seemed that the moment they first met foretold the scene of their parting.
She cried and kept saying “I’m sorry.” At that time, she thought that if Wen Rong had just said one sentence asking her to stay, asking her to give up, she would have truly given up.
But Wen Rong never said it until the end.
In reality, Wen Rong would never say “Stay.”
That gentle person helped her pack her luggage and walked her to the door.
Wen Rong said, “Take good care of yourself.”
“Don’t let anyone bully you.”
“Eat seriously and take care of your stomach problems.”
“Treat every stage seriously. Since you chose your dream, you must work hard to achieve it.”
“Xiaxia, you will succeed.”
One sentence after another, she gave her instructions and her blessings.
Xia Weige cried even harder. She gripped the handle of her suitcase, begging in her heart for Wen Rong to open her mouth and ask her to stay.
But just as she wouldn’t say those words, Wen Rong also wouldn’t ask her to stay.
To go or to stay.
It had always been Xia Weige’s own decision.
She had long been certain in her heart that Wen Rong would follow her wishes.
Xia Weige’s true inner wishes.
Wen Rong understood her so well and loved her so deeply.
At the time of parting, Wen Rong wiped away her tears and kissed the corners of her eyes with a smile.
Again and again, as if comforting her.
Finally, it was Wen Rong who gently pushed her out of their little house.
At that moment, Xia Weige turned and left, her eyes blurred with tears. She could not see the expression on Wen Rong’s face behind her.
She cried continuously, but never stopped walking forward.
At that time, she felt only heartache and reluctance, not thinking of regret.
She cried as she left the community, and cried as she returned to the dormitory arranged by the company.
As she cried and cried, she seemed to hear Wen Rong calling out to her.
Xia Weige suddenly opened her eyes, and actually saw Wen Rong.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Wen Rong lowered her head, her fingers gently wiping away the tears from the corner of Xia Weige’s eyes.
Xia Weige finally snapped back to reality. She had been dreaming, and she had dreamt of the time when she and Wen Rong separated.
The sadness from the dream seemed to still linger in her heart, making her shed tears uncontrollably again.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Wen Rong stroked Xia Weige’s cheek, her fingers scooping up the latter’s tears, carefully wiping them clean.
A sour ache rose in Xia Weige’s heart again, submerged in Wen Rong’s tenderness, and also pained by Wen Rong’s thoughtfulness.
She turned her head, avoiding Wen Rong’s fingertips, clenched her hand, and with the unshed tears still in her eyes, asked, “How can one get close to you again after having missed the chance?”
She asked so clearly, wanting only an answer. Even if it wasn’t a reciprocal response, just a chance would be enough to rekindle hope.
But Wen Rong was silent. She looked at Xia Weige, remaining completely silent.
Perhaps Wen Rong couldn’t think of an answer, or couldn’t think of a refusal.
But Xia Weige knew she wouldn’t get an answer.
The faint light in Xia Weige’s eyes dimmed little by little. Her drooping eyelashes concealed all her emotions.
“Then stop being gentle to me, stop giving me hope,” she turned away, no longer facing Wen Rong.
Behind her, Wen Rong still didn’t reply. There was no longer a single sound in the hospital room.
Her heart, at this moment, seemed to sink to the bottom of a deep valley, never seeing the light of day, only darkness.
Xia Weige closed her eyes in despair.
She could no longer see anything, nor could she see the profound sorrow in Wen Rong’s gaze as it rested upon her.
Wen Rong looked at Xia Weige’s back, reached out a hand wanting to touch her, but stopped a foot away from the other person.
Just as when Xia Weige left seven years ago, she stood inside the door, enduring the knife-like pain in her heart, bearing the suffocating feeling brought by Xia Weige’s departure.
She had reached out her hand, but Xia Weige didn’t look back, and wouldn’t stay for her.
She was the older one, so she maintained a smile, and so she comforted the crying Xia Weige.
She even blamed herself. The little bird she had carefully nurtured finally wanted to fly toward the free blue sky. Even though she had been mentally prepared, at that moment, a terrible thought arose: to completely cage the bird.
But she really couldn’t stay in the house they had lived in together anymore. Every moment, the other person’s presence was eroding her.
She returned to her parents’ home. Even though she kept her usual smile, her mother keenly sensed her pain.
The concerned look made Wen Rong feel ashamed. She laughed tremblingly, pretending to be lighthearted and saying, “I’m fine.”
This not only failed to alleviate her mother’s worries, but even her father noticed something was wrong.
Wen Rong had forgotten what she was thinking then, only knowing that under her parents’ worry, she seemed to have shed all her pretense.
“I like women,” she blurted out the words at the time.
The secret in her heart was finally exposed to the light, but it didn’t make Wen Rong feel relieved.
Both her parents had been gentle and refined people all their lives, speaking slowly and deliberately. Even when they argued, they would silently compromise with soft voices.
She seemed to have never seen them get worked up, and Wen Rong’s personality was deeply influenced by them.
That time, however, because of her words, they broke an antique porcelain piece they usually treasured the most.
They couldn’t bring themselves to hit their child, but could only uncontrollably swing their hands and smash other things.
Wen Rong’s heart split along with the broken porcelain vase. The composure she had feigned on her face finally disappeared.
She stood opposite her parents, which made her feel a deep gap between her and them.
She finally cried out. From the time Xia Weige left until she returned home and confronted her parents, she finally could no longer suppress the pain in her heart.
Her tears fell like broken strings of pearls, but she made no sound.
She cried silently, allowing the tears to stream down.
Her parents paused, heartbroken, when they saw her tears.
Perhaps Wen Rong’s expression was too despairing and sorrowful. Her mother couldn’t help but cry when looking at her, unable to utter a word of blame.
Her father tightly clenched the armrest of the chair with one hand, and pointed toward the ancestral hall with the other, telling her to go and kneel.
Wen Rong walked over and knelt down.
The Wen family was conservative and considered a large family, preserving the ancestral hall where the ancestors’ memorial tablets were enshrined.
However, the old rules that women could not enter had long been abolished.
She knelt on the ground and could still hear her mother’s quiet sobs outside. Her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.
She bent her back and heavily kowtowed to the spirit tablets.
But falling in love with Xia Weige was the most beautiful thing in her life so far.
That’s right.
After so much difficulty, after so much difficulty, she finally waited for Xia Weige to turn back and look for her.
Wen Rong exhaled with a slight tremble.
The hand she reached out no longer hesitated, her fingers finally resting on Xia Weige’s head on the hospital bed.
“Xia Weige.”