Once the stitching was finished and the gauze was wrapped back in place, Qiu Mingyan asked Qiu Mingjun to fetch saline and anti-inflammatory penicillin from the clinic.
After hanging the IV, Qiu Mingyan dragged his exhausted body to the well at the Mai Family's home to wash off the bloodstains on him.
...
It was incredibly cold in the early autumn night.
That night, as a gust of wind blew past, brushing against the hem of Qiu Mingyan's clothing, the chill could not surpass the sense of coldness he felt at this moment.
How could this be! Why is it like this!
Wasn't everything okay, and now she's leaving? Hadn't she already let it go?
Over a decade of entanglement, a clear rejection five years ago, and genuine actions from a few days ago — he felt he had done all he could, said all he could. Not liking someone is just that, if he were truly a villager, he might get married and have children in a daze, and that would be it.
