Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

At six o'clock in the evening, Lu Er appeared in the ward carrying a thermos.

She looked like a wilted eggplant, even her usually bright and sparkling eyes had dimmed, making her a completely different person from the clingy little dog she was at noon.

Silently, she unpacked each of the insulated food containers, placed them on the table, and softly called out, "Let's eat."

Song Jingmo put down the book in his hand and lingered on the person's face for a moment.

Seeing Lu Er's preoccupied and reluctant-to-talk expression, his heart sank slightly.

really.

Lu Er's enthusiasm for him was always fleeting, coming and going quickly.

He should have gotten used to it by now.

Lu Er's closeness to him was merely a pastime on a whim.

Just like walking a dog, you play with it when you feel like it, and then you just let it go when you don't.

Although he had mentally rehearsed this scene countless times, Song Jingmo still felt a sharp pain in his heart when Lu Er actually put away all intimacy and became distant and silent.

Lowering his eyes, Song Jingmo concealed the pain in them. When he looked up again, his face was calm.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Song Jingmo spoke first, his voice steady and without any hint of anything amiss, "Want to grab something to eat?"

Lu Er was restless and had no appetite at all. She shook her head: "I've already eaten at home, you eat."

Only the soft clinking of tableware remained in the ward.

Lu Er didn't try to start a conversation as usual. She just sat quietly, resting her chin on her hand, and watched Song Jingmo eat intently.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the glass of the window, outlining Lu Er's stunning profile.

Those peach blossom eyes were slightly misty, with long, curled eyelashes and slightly upturned corners, giving them an air of fragility yet allure.

Song Jingmo's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the chopsticks.

Six years ago, on that night, a drunken Lu Er also gazed at him with those misty, seemingly affectionate yet innocent peach blossom eyes.

She was still hugging him, kissing and nibbling at him.

This caused his defenses, built up over many years, to completely collapse. He couldn't hold back and pinned the man hard to the bed.

Song Jingmo could barely contain the surging impulse within him.

He wanted to kiss those eyes, to hold the person tightly in his arms.

I want to ask, why is it always like this, so distant yet so close?

I want to ask, why do you always so easily disturb his heart, and then so easily walk away?

But in the end, nothing was done.

The cost was too high.

How many six-year periods can one afford to waste in a lifetime?

Song Jingmo ate his meal quietly until he finished the last sip of soup, then casually asked, "What happened?"

Lu Er seemed to be startled awake, blinked, and came back to her senses.

Looking at Song Jingmo's concerned eyes, and thinking of that childish promise that "if you like someone, you should tell them first," a strong urge to confide in her welled up.

"I," Lu Er took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, "I think... I've fallen for someone."

These words were like a blunt knife, cutting deeply into Song Jingmo's heart.

Ten minutes ago, he saw a Weibo post where Lu Er posted spoiler photos of herself and the fairy-like Ye Qingge.

In the photo, Lu Er looks down at Ye Qingge with tender eyes. Ye Qingge, on the other hand, looks up at Lu Er with a sweet smile.

He even checked and found that the two were working together on an urban romance drama, playing a couple who went through a painful love affair.

The comments section on Weibo has already exploded, with fans speculating that the two developed feelings for each other while filming.

After all, this isn't the first time such rumors have circulated; they first appeared a year ago when the lead actors were first confirmed.

A bitter feeling welled up inside him. Suppressing the sorrow, Song Jingmo asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Lu Er carefully observed Song Jingmo's expression and, seeing that the man didn't seem particularly averse to it, tentatively spoke up.

Her words were full of implications: "It will be difficult for me to be with him; almost everyone will object."

Lu Er counted on her fingers: "My mom will definitely object, my brother probably won't agree either, and if the fans find out, they'll probably cause a huge uproar."

To make sure Song Jingmo knew who he was talking about, he added, "Probably only Wang Ma wouldn't object."

The moment Lu Er finished speaking, Song Jingmo's guess was completely confirmed.

The Lu family is a century-old, prestigious family with a rich history. Madam Lu has always been self-respecting and highly valued family background.

He always believed that actors were performers, and that it was improper for them to appear in public. He even strongly opposed his own son entering the entertainment industry, feeling that it would bring shame to the family.

Such a noblewoman, who values ​​her reputation and adheres to strict rules, would absolutely not accept a daughter-in-law who is in the entertainment industry and has a history of scandals.

Lu Chen, as the heir to the Lu Group, was rigorously trained from a young age and was expected to follow the rules meticulously. His wife was the daughter of the Luo family, a perfect match for him, making it a powerful alliance.

Whether from the perspective of family reputation, business interests, or personal beliefs, there is absolutely no way he would support his younger brother marrying a female celebrity.

As for Lu Er's fans, idols dating is a major taboo. Once it's made public, it will inevitably lead to a massive exodus of fans, a backlash from public opinion, and even cyberbullying.

Wang Ma watched Lu Er grow up and practically doted on him. As long as Lu Er was happy, she would happily help decorate the wedding room, even if it meant marrying a cat.

It turns out that Lu Er's heavy heart and taciturn nature were all for another person.

Song Jingmo's throat tightened, and she lowered her eyes, avoiding those expectant gazes. She was afraid that if she looked at them any longer, she would reveal her unbearable emotions.

Lu Er's closeness to him during this period was indeed just a passing fancy, and it's time for him, this pastime, to step down.

"Since it's so difficult," Song Jingmo's voice was dry, carrying a calmness that even he himself loathed, "then what do you plan to do?"

Lu Er couldn't see the expression on Song Jingmo's face, and she felt a little uncertain.

Did Song Jingmo not understand his hint?

Did you understand, or are you just unwilling to respond?

"I don't know either," Lu Er's voice lowered, filled with confusion and exhaustion, "so I'm very frustrated."

After a long pause, Song Jingmo finally said, "Just do your best."

He couldn't offer unconditional encouragement, nor could he so despicably urge someone to give up.

Lu Er was stunned, not expecting Song Jingmo to say that.

"But······"

Lu Er wanted to say something more, but was interrupted.

"I'm a little tired," Song Jingmo said, giving him the hint to leave. "Thank you for bringing the food. You have a flight to catch tomorrow, so go home and get some rest."

Lu Er opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing. She silently packed up the insulated food container: "Then you get some rest, I'm leaving."

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a cool halo around Song Jingmo.

After a long while, the person on the bed slowly closed their eyes, silently processing all the surging emotions.

Outside the hospital, Lu Er looked up at the sparse stars in the night sky, feeling very lost.

Why did Song Jingmo remain unmoved even though he hinted so obviously?

Does Song Jingmo really have no feelings for him at all?

This realization plunged Lu Er's heart into despair.