It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhou Yinghuai was so direct, his eyes fixed on her.

Zhu Xi felt parched, and the dense, burgeoning water plants in her heart seemed to sway and dance wildly.

She didn't dare look Zhou Yinghuai in the eye, pushed him away, and rushed to the refrigerator in a panic.

Most of the milk and bird's nest soup was removed and replaced with lime juice, strawberry juice, and carbonated drinks.

She twisted open a bottle of lime juice and gulped down a big mouthful.

My face feels hot and burning, like an allergic reaction, or like foxtail grass sliding across my face.

The cool air from the refrigerator brushed against my face, a mix of hot and cold.

Zhou Yinghuai's voice rang out behind her, "Can't we not get a divorce?"

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, gripped the bottle of lime juice tightly, and, taking the initiative, turned to meet Zhou Yinghuai's gaze. "Why don't you want to leave?"

Zhou Yinghuai sighed almost imperceptibly, walked over, stretched out his long arm, and closed the refrigerator door.

His tall and broad figure blocked most of the light from her view.

"Because I don't want a divorce."

"Sister Xi, I don't want a divorce."

-

The morning glow is like brocade.

Like wildfire spreading.

Zhu Xi woke up early today and still had time to linger in bed.

She glanced out the window; the sky was ablaze with the color of sunset.

Zhou Yinghuai's WeChat message arrived right on time.

[Sister Xi, are you awake?]

Next came a bright red photograph of the sunset, so vivid it seemed almost within reach.

Zhou Yinghuai was at the Imperial View Terrace.

That's the highest point in the entire Libei City.

That's also the place closest to the sunrise right now.

[Sister Xi, the sky is ablaze with the glow of dawn.]

Zhu Xi sat up, hugging her knees, her eyes gentle and warm.

She put down her phone and stared blankly at the corner of the curtain that was peeking out.

last night.

Zhu Xi leaned against the refrigerator door, listening to Zhou Yinghuai repeat three times: "I don't want a divorce," "I can't get a divorce," and "I can't get a divorce."

"Why?" she asked, confused. "Zhou Yinghuai, why not?"

Zhou Yinghuai also asked her, "Why do you want a divorce?"

Neither of them could answer.

Looking up and down, emotions slowly shifted, remaining locked in a stalemate for a long time.

Zhu Xi was stubborn; she kept her true feelings hidden in the water plants, desperately trying to suppress them and refusing to speak them aloud.

Zhu Hao only spent one day with her before falling ill and being hospitalized.

If Zhou Yinghuai continues to stay with her, no one knows what the consequences will be.

To this day, her parents are no longer loving and regard her as a thorn in their side.

Her own destiny, the heavy snow in her childhood, and what the fortune teller said.

Zhu Xi also began to believe.

She couldn't risk Zhou Yinghuai's health to fight the unknown.

Such a good man deserves a traditionally happy family life: a loving husband and wife, two children, and a fulfilling life.

Zhou Yinghuai dared not take any risks, fearing that any action would push the person in front of him away.

The methods employed in the height of summer are rash and reckless; if one wrong move is made, the current situation will become unsustainable.

He knew perfectly well that once Zhu Xi had ruled him out, there would be no turning back.

This was the first time he had truly liked someone, and also the first time he had ever been truly afraid of losing them.

After years of ups and downs in the business world, this was the first time he felt so fearful and lost.

Fear of losing.

I'm afraid of losing it completely before I even get it.

The two remained deadlocked until Zhou Yinghuai finally gave in.

He spoke in a deep, seductive voice.

"Sister Xi, how about we make a bet!"

Zhu Xi looked up and saw the lime juice in her hand being snatched away, gently lifted up by Zhou Yinghuai and placed on a high place.

His eyes were full of smiles, but his attitude was very sincere, without a trace of joking.

"Let's make a bet," Zhou Yinghuai laughed. "Dare you?"

"I won, let's not talk about divorce! You won, I'll bring all the paperwork, let's meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning."

"Sister Xi, we each have a 50% chance of winning. Are you willing to bet? If not, I won't laugh at you."

Zhu Xi, with her neck stiffened, was successfully led by him to the rhythm.

"Who wouldn't dare!" she stood up straight. "You tell me!"

Zhou Yinghuai gazed into her clear, bright eyes. "I bet tomorrow morning, the sky will be ablaze with rosy clouds."

Zhu Xi glanced out the misty, rainy window and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure?"

"Shall we gamble?" Zhou Yinghuai asked confidently.

Zhu Xi frowned, pointing out the window, "The weather forecast says that for the next ten days, Libei will be experiencing relentless weather!"

Zhou Yinghuai didn't even glance out the window; he just stared at her.

Look at the new downy hair growing on her forehead, look at her beautiful eyes, look at her rosy lips.

"So, you're afraid I'll lose?"

This translates to: You don't want to leave?

Zhu Xi smiled and raised her hand, palm up.

Grabbing his wrist, the two hit it off immediately.

The sound of palms touching is crisp and clear.

"bet!"

Zhu Xi went to the window, and the curtains were opened.

The red hues are refreshing, and the water plants sway gracefully in the breeze.

Zhu Xi had not seen such intense and passionate rosy clouds for many years.

The sky rolled, a fiery golden-red.

In an instant, all the anxiety and confusion that had been weighing on my heart were absorbed into the blazing glow of the sunset.

The sky and earth are vast, stretching for thousands of miles.

She lost.

She lost to what she perceived as the ten days of ruthless suffering in Libei.

Zhu Xi's face was rosy with the morning glow, and her eyebrows and eyes were relaxed.

Zhou Yinghuai stood atop the Imperial View Tower, gazing into the future.

-

The hospital's work continues.

The divorce episode was overshadowed by an unexpected burst of sunshine.

Just as they finished breakfast, dark clouds shrouded Libei once again.

A sudden downpour soaked those who hadn't taken precautions against the rain.

For two consecutive days, the sound of rain pattering in Zhu Xi's ears never stopped.

She was still shuttling between the operating room, wards, outpatient clinic, and emergency room, carrying the chief resident's dedicated mobile phone, running around every corner of the hospital.

She would still bicker and argue with Lezhi.

The refrigerator in the dormitory was sometimes full and sometimes empty.

He Mianxin came to see her once, and still made stir-fried pork liver.

Zhu Xi ate two pieces in front of her, sent her away, and then shared them with the new nurse who was born after 05.

Life goes on, and darkness falls again.

Zhu Xi had just finished surgery and returned to the department to catch up on things she had missed before the operation at the nurses' station.

"My legs are so tired, I don't want to move an inch," she said pitifully to Xiaoyue. "Will you carry me?"

Just then, a cleaning lady passing by laughed.

"Mr. Zhu, someone is waiting for you at your dormitory entrance."

Xiaoyue, ever the gossip, asked, "Who? Male or female?"

The cleaning lady gestured to indicate his name, "He's a fairly tall young man."

Zhu Xi quickened his pace, and the following lines were written in a vigorous and flowing style.

Xiaoyue grinned mischievously, "You've come to see me again. Have we made up?"

Zhu Xi ignored him and walked back to her dormitory with much lighter steps.

As she turned the corner, she looked up.

"Why are you here?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a series of pleasant surprises followed.