In the remaining days, Xia Sanghuan was rather listless.
Although she deliberately concealed her mood from her family, they could still sense something.
Most of the time, the girl would lie on the windowsill, staring blankly at the sky. Maybe out of fear, she even refused to turn on the TV.
During these days, she adjusted her state while recalling the whole process of this incident.
No one had told her any details, but she could still deduce the general idea.
She wrote down all kinds of speculations and possibilities on a piece of paper, and soon there was a small stack of white paper beside her.
Jiang Zimo often came to see her, staying for two or three hours each time.
Whenever this happened, her family would leave the ward understandingly.
Actually, most of the time, the two of them didn't say a word - the girl simply wasn't in the mood.
She would start scribbling on the paper out of irritability while writing, and then throw the useless white paper into the wastebasket.
Jiang Zimo, who was automatically ignored by her, wasn't angry. After getting the girl's consent, he began to slowly flip through what she had written.
It was very formulaic and cold, comparable to a case report.
It was as if one of the victims wasn't her at all.
But Jiang Zimo said nothing. He just watched silently.
"Do you know anything else?"
The girl put down her pen and turned to look at him.
"Nothing more."
He shook his head.
He saw the momentary look of disappointment and relief flashing in her eyes.
Actually, she didn't want to face the truth that was about to emerge in her mind at all.
On this day, she was sitting by the window in a daze as usual, but Jiang Zimo didn't come until evening.
For some reason, she always felt a bit empty.
She buried her head in her arms and closed her eyes drowsily.
In her dream, she faintly heard the sound of footsteps, and then there came a rustling sound in her ear.
Leng Chuanjin walked up to the sleeping Xia Sanghuan and looked at her sleeping face. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should wake her up.
Looking down, he saw the small stack of white paper beside her.
Each piece of paper was densely covered with words.
He picked up one and read it carefully, then put it back.
He calculated that he hadn't seen her for about five or six days.
It should be said that he hadn't met her since he sent her to the hospital.
Even he himself didn't know whether it was because he had been too busy these days or because of his guilt that he didn't dare to see her.
The girl suddenly moved her sore arm that had been pressed under her, and then opened her eyes.
The room wasn't lit, and she could only see the person in front of her by the fading sunset.
"You're here."
She straightened up and rubbed her eyes.
"Yeah."
She stood up, looking calm.
"I..."
Before the man could finish his words, she interrupted him.
"I have a question for you."
The girl looked up at him. "Was I used as bait in this plan?"
Her eyes were dark and bright. No one could lie when looking into them.
Leng Chuanjin wasn't surprised.
"Yes."
"But it was after careful consideration that..."
His words filled in the last piece of the puzzle for the girl's speculation.
No wonder he had been so eager for her to go at that time.
"The Black Bone Spiritual Treasure is still inside the research room of Philnos."
She ignored him and continued talking on her own.
After she had almost recovered her strength, she called Professor He. The professor had also contributed to making that fake treasure to deceive those people.
"Let's not talk about me. Do you think if I had carried the real spiritual treasure with me at that time, would it still be lying safely in the safe now?"
The man fell silent.
He tightly pursed his thin lips, his face gloomy.
Looking at his expression, Xia Sanghuan felt both sad and gratified.
Her mouth mechanically opened and closed, spitting out one after another highly offensive word.
"Right."
"After all, this whole thing was your scheme."
"Even if I had been kidnapped by Wei Linjun after the exchange conference, the spiritual treasure would still be in your hands."
A mocking smile slowly curled up on her lips.
"Am I right, Brother Chuanjin?"
Her big eyes squinted slightly, smiling sweetly, but there was no trace of a smile on her face.
Seeing that the man didn't respond, she put away her smile listlessly.
"That's all I wanted to ask."
"You can leave now."
She turned around, with her back to him, and issued an order to evict him.
The girl bit her lower lip and suddenly felt that she was being unreasonable.
It was she who had called him here, but after he came, she only cared about talking herself and didn't even give him a chance to speak.
But then she thought that she had been so badly used by him. What was wrong with being a bit fierce to him?
The anger that had been pent up in her heart during this period made her decide not to give him a way out.
Looking at the girl's back, Leng Chuanjin didn't move.
Actually, he had a lot to say to her, but judging from her attitude, she probably didn't want to listen.
So the two of them fell into silence.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Aren't you supposed to be very busy?"
The girl felt his gaze and couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed.
To relieve this embarrassment, she asked.
"And aren't you engaged? With the company and your fiancée, you must be..."
Before she could finish her words, Leng Chuanjin hugged her from behind.
His arms went around her waist and clasped on her lower abdomen, and his thin chin rested on her shoulder.
The man's body was still a bit cold, and his ear faintly rubbed against her cheek, making the temperature on her face rise uncontrollably.
The girl was so shocked by his action that she was stunned and didn't push him away immediately.
"I'm not engaged."
He said in a low voice.
"I..."
He hesitated for a moment and swallowed the rest of his words.
The girl lowered her head and looked at his broad, fair hands.
Only then did she notice that the coat he was wearing was the one he had worn when they went out together on Christmas Day.
"I'm sorry."
In the end, all his words were condensed into these three words.
Xia Sanghuan could hear the deep guilt in his tone.
Her eyes welled up with tears, and without warning, the tears fell and hit the man's hand back.
For a moment, he hugged her even tighter.
The girl wanted him to let go of her, but as soon as she opened her mouth, more tears would fall.
She had to clench her teeth to prevent the sobbing sound from slipping out of her throat.
The two of them silently hugged each other like this until the last ray of the setting sun was swallowed by the horizon, and the ward gradually fell into darkness.
"Let go of me."
After her emotions had stabilized a bit, Xia Sanghuan said.
"You're already engaged."
"I'm not engaged."
"I don't believe it."
She turned around expressionlessly and looked at him.