Pure Love Imprisoned: My Ex-Boyfriend, Who Blamed Me, Imprisoned Me in Love

When she got off the bus, Lin Mian's legs gave way and she tripped and fell, her knees hitting the brick ground hard, but she didn't feel any pain.

A bodyguard-looking man got out of the passenger seat and immediately helped her up.

Wenya walked over and asked, "Are you alright?"

Lin Mian shook her head, pushed the bodyguard aside, and walked into the hospital.

He Duoye had already gone into the operating room. Lin Mian rushed over, still feeling a sense of disorientation, like she was in a dream. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if her soul was floating in mid-air.

She couldn't help but think that maybe it really was a dream.

Maybe this is just a prank, like how He Duoye usually teases and deceives her, just acting to amuse her. When she goes over there, she'll see He Duoye sitting unharmed in his chair, raising his eyebrows and giving her a smug smile.

Finally, he pulled her into his arms and teased her, "You cried so much for me, do you really love me that much?"

At that time, Lin Mian will not be angry with him, nor will she use stubbornness to cover up her awkwardness. Instead, she will tell him: Yes, I love you very much, always and always, I only love you.

Lin Mian quickened her pace, and as she turned the corner of the corridor, she somehow bumped heavily into the wall. Lin Mian took a step back, and continued walking forward as Wen Ya reached out to pull her up.

She rushed forward and indeed saw someone sitting outside the operating room.

It wasn't He Duoye, it was Li Mingshao and Meizhu.

Lin Mian slowed her pace, her gaze sweeping over the two people and repeatedly scanning the empty, clean corridor, hoping to spot a hidden corner or a figure hiding there.

but.

Only the operating room with its doors tightly closed and cold lights on.

Li Mingshao stood up abruptly. His arm was injured and was in a sling across his chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" Li Mingshao stammered, then his expression twisted when he saw Wen Ya following behind him. "Are you sick, Miss Wen?"

Wen Ya smiled and said, "I just don't want Miss Lin to be kept in the dark. She is Young Master He's lover, and no matter what, she has the right to know the truth."

Lin Mian didn't hear their conversation. She started walking towards the operating room, but Mei Zhu stopped her.

Meizhu, dressed in a hospital gown, sat in a wheelchair, her face pale, and called out Lin Mian's name.

Lin Mian stopped and looked down at the phone on Mei Zhu's lap.

It turned out that only He Duoye's phone was switched off.

Why not contact her or tell her?

Lin Mian wanted to ask, but she couldn't open her mouth. She didn't have the strength, nor did she want to.

Li Mingshao came over and said a few words to her, and Meili also said a few words to her. Then they started talking loudly with Wenya. Lin Mian could hear their voices, but they were muffled, like distorted background noise.

It took her a while for her brain to process the content of those words.

He Duoye was very unlucky. Just when the battle was about to end and he was about to become the final winner, he was hit in the heart by a piece of shrapnel.

A tiny piece of iron, by sheer coincidence, pierced through the gap in his ribs and lodged in his heart.

He almost died on the spot, but if the shrapnel hadn't been removed, he would have died too.

The surgery was very risky, and the surgeon was not confident; he could only take a gamble and try.

"Take a gamble..." Lin Mian thought slowly, and she began to hate those three words.

"It's alright." Wen Ya sat down next to Lin Mian at some point, put her hand on Lin Mian's shoulder, and whispered, "I'll stay with you..."

"Of course Third Master will be alright." Mei Zhu interrupted Wen Ya, raising her eyes and staring at Wen Ya's eyes warningly. "He will wake up soon."

Wen Ya met Mei Zhu's gaze and smiled gently: "That's what I hope for too."

I don't know how long I waited, but the operating room door finally opened.

Everyone except Lin Mian stood up, including Mei Zhu, who had just had the bullet removed from her abdomen after being shot in the abdomen.

Lin Mian remained seated, her limbs heavy, as if filled with cold liquid, stiff and numb, unable to move. She simply turned her head to watch the doctor emerge, watching her remove her mask and speak, her lips moving.

"The surgery was a success."

These words, both vague and clear, reached Lin Mian's ears. She felt like a drowning person finally surfacing, breaking through the suffocating membrane and breathing in the life-saving air.

She went limp.

The doctor said He Duoye would have to stay in the ICU for a few more days, and could be transferred to a regular ward once his vital signs stabilized.

"That's great! I knew he'd be alright." Li Mingshao clenched his fist, overjoyed and relieved.

Meizhu's expression relaxed, and she let out a long breath. Her first thought was to share the good news with her sister.

Wen Ya stood in front of the chair, chuckled softly, and subtly expressed her regret. She turned to look at Lin Mian beside her and sighed inwardly.

She was planning to take the heartbroken Lin Mian back and raise her herself after He Duoye died.

Now they have to be wary of He Duoye settling scores.

Wen Ya sat down next to Lin Mian and said softly, "I told you nothing would happen, now you can rest assured."

Lin Mian didn't quite hear clearly. At that moment, the operating room door opened again, and He Duoye, who had just finished surgery, was wheeled out. Lin Mian got up, wanting to go see him, but as soon as she stood up, everything went black, and she collapsed straight back down.

The intense dizziness took her a long time to recover before she gradually regained her senses and control over her body.

He Duoye has been transferred to the ICU. Lin Mian changed her clothes and went into the ICU.

He was alone in the ward, the medical equipment beeping. He Duoye lay on the snow-white hospital bed, his body covered in tubes, so quiet and fragile that Lin Mian dared not approach him.

She only knew that He Duoye had been shot in the heart, but she didn't expect that he had other injuries as well.

The most obvious thing was his head; all his hair had been shaved off, and there was gauze on the left side of his head, so it was hard to tell what kind of wound was underneath.

Lin Mian was so angry that she couldn't hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, but remembering that this was a sterile ward, she gritted her teeth and desperately held back.

She slowly walked to the bedside and carefully held He Duoye's fingers that weren't covered by medical instruments.

At this moment, He Duoye's body temperature was cool, unlike his usual hot and vigorous state.

Lin Mian grabbed his hand and pressed her forehead against it.

At that moment, she finally felt the reality of escaping from a nightmare and having her feet on the ground.

Suppressing a sob in her throat, Lin Mian whispered, "You're such a bastard."

If Wen Ya hadn't brought her here, she would still be kept in the dark, anxiously waiting on the cruise ship. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to disembark until He Duoye's surgery was over and he regained consciousness.

But what if... the surgery is unsuccessful?

Should I change my approach and continue deceiving her? Should I never tell her the truth, just like when we broke up four years ago, abandoning her and cutting off all contact, making her think he's a heartless and ungrateful scumbag?

"I hate you so much." Lin Mian rubbed against He Duoye's hand, closed her eyes, held back her tears, and slowly raised her head to look at He Duoye's face.

"But I love you so much too." From the past, to the present, and right now.

He Duoye kept his eyes closed, but as if he had heard those words, his eyeballs and eyelashes twitched, but he still did not open his eyes.