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Shen Qinghan weakly raised her hand, wanting to remove the oxygen mask from her face.

Jiang Ye frowned and reached out to press her hand down.

"Don't move. The doctor said you need to rest." Jiang Ye's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

Shen Qinghan shook his head and stubbornly pulled the oxygen mask open a little.

She looked at Jiang Ye, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and disappearing into the pillow.

"I'm glad you're alright..."

Shen Qinghan's voice was terribly hoarse, barely a whisper.

She didn't take the opportunity to claim credit for saving his life. Nor did she resort to moral blackmail, demanding that Jiang Ye forgive her and return to her side, as she had done before.

She simply spoke through tears, her voice choked with humility, as if she were uttering something insignificant:

"Jiang Ye... I was so stupid before..."

"I was blinded by vanity and overwhelmed by unrealistic fantasies..."

"I personally... missed the person who loved me most in this world..."

Shen Qinghan spoke haltingly as she cried.

Every word seemed to have been uttered with all her might.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness... I know what I did doesn't deserve forgiveness..."

"I just wanted you to know..."

"I can prove I was wrong with my life..."

"As long as you live well... I'd be willing to die..."

This belated repentance, paid for with blood, felt particularly heavy and sorrowful in the quiet medical tent.

Jiang Ye stood by the bed, stunned.

He looked into Shen Qinghan's eyes, which were filled with regret and despair, and listened to her words, which were so humble.

His heart was deeply touched.

If Shen Qinghan's previous apologies and tears were all just a performance to salvage his interests, then...

So now, when she actually risked her life to stop that out-of-control truck.

Jiang Ye knew that she truly regretted it.

They've truly come to their senses.

but.

Being moved is not love.

Even when pieced back together, a shattered mirror is riddled with cracks that cannot be smoothed out.

Those bitter tears swallowed alone in the dead of night, those dignity trampled underfoot, those wounds ripped open by ashtrays.

It cannot be completely erased by simply saying "I was wrong" or by risking one's life to save someone.

Jiang Ye looked at Shen Qinghan with a complicated expression.

He sighed silently to himself.

in case.

Even if it was just a year ago.

If Shen Qinghan is like this, if she could wake up sooner and let go of her ridiculous pride sooner, perhaps there really would be a chance for that seven-year relationship to turn around.

He might soften his heart, forgive her, and continue to cherish her.

But now.

It's impossible.

His heart had long since died from those repeated disappointments and betrayals.

Dead ashes cannot be rekindled.

but.

Looking at Shen Qinghan's current weak and frail state, as if she could die at any moment.

Jiang Ye ultimately swallowed those cruel words back down.

He didn't want to upset a woman who had just come back from the brink of death at this time.

Jiang Ye reached out and helped Shen Qinghan put her oxygen mask back on.

Then, in a gentle tone, yet with an unyielding sense of detachment, he spoke softly:

"Just focus on recovering and don't talk."

"Once you've recovered, I'll arrange for someone to send you back to Hanzhou."

After saying that, Jiang Ye didn't linger any longer and turned to walk out of the tent.

. . .

Stepping out of the medical tent, Jiang Ye was dazzled by the bright sunlight.

He found a sheltered sand dune to sit on, took out his phone, and saw more than a dozen missed calls on the screen, all from Han Qingru.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath and called back.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and Han Qingru's anxious voice came through immediately.

"Ono! Are you alright? I saw on the news that there was an accident at the Dakar camp, a logistics truck went out of control! Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, big sister. Not a single hair is missing." Jiang Ye tried to make his voice sound as relaxed as possible.

On the other end of the phone, Han Qingru let out a long sigh of relief, then asked, "What about Shen Qinghan? I heard a female logistics staff member was seriously injured while saving someone, is that her?"

Jiang Ye was silent for two seconds, then gave a muffled "hmm".

"How is she? Is she out of danger?" Han Qingru's tone became serious.

"He was rescued and his life was saved, but he was injured," Jiang Ye answered truthfully.

Han Qingru was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then her voice became incredibly gentle and solemn.

"Ono, listen to your older sister."

"No matter what hurtful things she did to you in the past, no matter how much grudge you have against each other."

"This time, she risked her life to save you."

"She is your ex-wife, and also the mother of your biological daughter. If something really happens to her, Xinyu will become a child without a mother, and you will never be able to get over that in your life."

Han Qingru sighed and continued to persuade her.

"You're a man, you should be more magnanimous. Those old grudges shouldn't be bothered with at this time."

"During this time, you must take good care of her, find her the best doctors, and use the best medicine. Make sure she doesn't develop any chronic illness."

Hearing Han Qingru's words, Jiang Ye was deeply moved.

This is his eldest sister.

Even though Shen Qinghan had humiliated him so much, and even though Han Qingru herself felt disgusted by Shen Qinghan, she was still able to show such kindness and tolerance in the face of life and death.

She was always teaching him how to be a responsible man with principles.

"I understand, eldest sister. I will take good care of her." Jiang Ye nodded, having taken most of Han Qingru's words to heart.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ye contacted Lei Heng and asked him to arrange a transfer to another hospital immediately.

The medical conditions at the desert camp were too rudimentary to support Shen Qinghan's subsequent rehabilitation treatment.

. . . .

That afternoon, a medical helicopter landed at the camp and transferred Shen Qinghan to one of the best tertiary hospitals in a nearby city.

Over the next two weeks.

Jiang Ye did not abandon Shen Qinghan.

He turned down all his work at Kunlun Capital and stayed by the hospital's side without leaving its side.

He took on the full responsibility of caring for Shen Qinghan.

Every morning, he would bring warm water on time and wipe Shen Qinghan's cheeks and hands with a blank expression.

When it's mealtime, he'll bring over the nutritious meals from the hospital cafeteria and feed them to her bite by bite.

Shen Qinghan had a leg injury and couldn't get out of bed. Jiang Ye would coldly lift her from the hospital bed with practiced movements, place her steadily in a wheelchair, and push her to the corridor for some fresh air.

This kind of care is meticulous and flawless.

He was even more considerate than when he was a full-time husband in the Shen family.

but.

The only thing missing is the warmth and love that used to shine in their eyes.

Jiang Ye's movements were like those of a programmed robot—mechanical and precise, yet devoid of any emotion.

He wouldn't say a word to Shen Qinghan, nor would he show her even a smile.

Shen Qinghan sat in her wheelchair, looking at Jiang Ye who was so close to her.

Looking at his cold, handsome profile, and watching him bustling around taking care of me.

Her heart was filled with a bittersweet feeling.

She greedily savored this hard-won closeness, enjoying the familiar, reassuring scent emanating from Jiang Ye.

But she also clearly understood.

Everything Jiang Ye is doing now is simply repaying her for saving his life.

Between them lies a massive chasm called "broken trust".

This chasm is bottomless, and the cold wind howls.

It's not something that can be easily resolved by her blocking a truck once.

However, during this depressing period, the only thing that brought Jiang Ye comfort was the change in his daughter, Shen Xinyu.

In the past two weeks, Shen Xinyu seems to have grown up overnight and become much more sensible.

She is no longer as spoiled and willful as before, and she no longer clamors for expensive toys.

Every day in the ward, she would sit quietly by Jiang Ye's side and draw, or help him hand her towels and get his water cup.

Once, Jiang Ye fell asleep leaning against a chair in the corridor.

Shen Xinyu tiptoed over and draped her jacket over Jiang Ye.

When Jiang Ye woke up, he looked at the little jacket he was wearing that smelled of milk, and the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

His relationship with Shen Xinyu underwent some subtle changes during this period.

Although they haven't reached the level of intimacy they used to have, at least Shen Xinyu's gaze towards him no longer holds disgust or rejection, but rather a sense of dependence and awe.

. . . . .