The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

However, an unexpected figure had already arrived at the hospital.

His hospital room was at the end of the corridor, behind a heavy metal door leading to the fire escape.

The lighting was dim, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust and disinfectant.

Xiaoya leaned against the cold wall, her face filled with distress and heartache.

In front of her—

Anna curled up and squatted on the ground.

She hugged her knees tightly with both hands and buried her face deep in her arms.

Her long, golden hair was disheveled and covered most of her face.

Only her slightly trembling, thin shoulders and the barely audible, suppressed sobs revealed the tsunami-like pain she was experiencing.

A small patch of ground was wet at her feet.

It was tears, silently dripping and spreading.

"Sister Anna..."

Xiaoya squatted down, her voice barely audible, filled with reluctance:

"Are you really not going to see the boss?"

"Even...just say one sentence?"

Anna shook her head desperately.

The movements were violent, carrying a sense of desperate resistance.

Her golden hair flew wildly with her movements, revealing half of her pale, almost transparent profile and her tightly closed eyes that kept welling up with tears.

"No... I won't see him..."

Her voice came muffled from her arms, broken and strained, with a heavy nasal tone and a sobbing lilt:

"Knowing he's doing well... that's enough!"

"He saw it! He was even more...embarrassed."

Clearly, Xiaoya had told Anna the whole story of Zeng Linglong's attack, including the detail of Yan Rugo shielding him from bullets.

At this moment, Anna felt as if a large chunk of her heart had been ripped out with the dullest knife!

She knew Yan Rugo.

I know that the Zeng and Yan families are top-tier wealthy families in China, and that the two families and their two grandfathers are in a powerful alliance.

Knowing about the marriage agreement between the two families, and knowing that they were a "match made in heaven" in the eyes of the world.

She knew even more about Zeng Linglong's fearless kneeling to save Yan Rugo, and Yan Rugo's resolute act of using her life to block the bullets!

That's more than just "love"; it transcends life and death, and is intertwined with blood and responsibility—a vow to live and die together!

What about her?

Who does she think she is?

A "girl" whose life he saved, a girl who was completely devoted to him and whose heart was tied to him.

She didn't know where to go or what to do.

Zeng Linglong was her and her grandfather's savior, the brightest light that suddenly shone in her dark world, and the source of all her faith and emotions.

If this light goes out, her world will completely collapse, returning to coldness and darkness, never to recover.

The days when he was "out of contact," the excruciating longing and torment she felt still send chills down her spine when she thought about them.

And now...

The lamp is still there, and its light is still dazzling.

But it seems to have illuminated another path, another heart that walks alongside him.

That light, warm, no longer belonged to her.

This realization, even more so than when he left silently, made her feel a deep-seated despair and helplessness.

I don't know how much time passed.

Anna's sobs gradually faded.

Only the occasional, uncontrollable slight twitching of the shoulders remained.

With great difficulty, she raised her head.

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and her once clear, azure eyes were now bloodshot, empty and helpless, yet deep within them, a faint but stubborn... determination burned.

She used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears haphazardly and forcefully, her movements somewhat rough, even scratching her delicate skin red.

Then, she looked at Xiaoya.

The voice carried a calmness born of desperation:

"Xiaoya..."

Tell me, what is Yan Rugo's hospital room?

"I... want to see her."

Xiaoya was stunned.

Looking into Anna's eyes, which were red and swollen but unusually determined, she instantly understood her intention.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me—admiration, heartache, worry, and an indescribable feeling of being deeply moved.

This girl chose the most difficult path.

It's not about escaping, it's not about dwelling on it, it's about... facing it head-on.

Go and face the girl who won the heart and life of the one she loved.

Go and meet her in person to talk to her, to reclaim what she might have lost—emotion and a guiding light.

She didn't want to fight, because fighting would hurt Zeng Linglong's heart! She only wanted to protect the deepest affection in her heart, even if it meant losing her dignity, even if it meant giving up everything...

What courage does that require? And what kind of...self-torture?

Xiaoya sighed heavily and deeply.

She understood Anna's feelings, but she couldn't and wouldn't make any decisions for her boss.

When it comes to matters of the heart, they are always a tangled mess that can never be untangled.

The only thing she could do was to silently protect this tangled mess of emotions that even the boss himself couldn't untangle.

"Sister Anna..."

Xiaoya's voice carried a barely perceptible sob and a hint of helplessness:

"The security there is very tight now."

"I'll take you there myself."

She reached out and gently supported Anna's still trembling arm.

Two girls, one in front of the other, silently pushed open the heavy door of the fire escape.

They walked to the other end of the corridor, to that tightly guarded area that represented another deep affection and waiting—

Ward.

It also led to a calm yet turbulent situation, the outcome of which no one knew—

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