Fu Shenyan, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped into the room. His gaze was low, his voice cool as he looked at Lu Xinran. "Why aren't you resting yet?" Fu Shenyan’s arrival seemed to catch Lu Xinran by surprise. With a display of coy charm, she tugged at his sleeve, pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, and wrapped her arms around him. "I slept too much during the day, so I can't seem to drift off. What brings you here?" "Just came to see you." As he spoke, Fu Shenyan’s dark eyes shifted to me, his gaze landing on the back of my hand. A slight frown creased his brow. "Go get that treated." His tone was flat, detached, betraying not a hint of pity or concern. Lu Xinran clung to him, her face a mask of apology and guilt. "It was all my fault, I was so careless. I burned her." Fu Shenyan stroked her long hair, his expression mild, showing no sign of blame. I felt as if I’d been shoved to the edge of a cliff. A pain bloomed in my chest, so sharp it stole my breath, and I forced myself, step by agonizing step, out of the room. Deep down, I knew from the start I would lose this gamble with Lu Xinran. But I had still clung to a sliver of hope. Even a simple "Does it hurt?" from Fu Shenyan would have been enough to keep me going. But in the end, I didn’t even receive a single glance of pity. Not even a shred of sympathy. In the hallway, a broad chest blocked my path. I looked up to see Cheng Junyu, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, his expression serious as he watched me. Confused, I looked up at him. "Dr. Cheng." He watched me for a long moment before finally speaking. "Does it hurt?" I froze. A bitter tide surged in my chest. A single, fat tear escaped and splattered on the floor. The cross-breeze whistling through the corridor swept past, making the already cold, desolate hallway feel even emptier. See? A man I had met only a handful of times could ask if I was in pain. Why couldn't the man I had spent two years of my life with even acknowledge it? A hand took mine. I instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. "I'm a doctor," Cheng Junyu said, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was his duty; a doctor couldn't just stand by and watch someone suffer. But I also knew he wasn't the type to meddle in other people's affairs. He was only doing this because I was Fu Shenyan's wife. I followed Cheng Junyu to the surgery department. He gave a few instructions to a nurse, then turned to me. "Cooperate with her. Get it bandaged properly." I nodded. "Thank you." Cheng Junyu left, and the nurse began to clean the back of my hand. Seeing the white blisters that had risen on the skin, she frowned. "This is a pretty bad burn. It'll probably leave a scar." "It's fine." Let it be a lesson, then. Since blisters had formed, treating the wound meant lancing them and cleaning out the pus. Worried I wouldn't be able to take it, the nurse warned, "This is going to hurt. You'll have to bear with it." "I know." This was nothing. True pain was the raw, nerve-shredding ache in my chest. After the wound was treated and the nurse had given me some instructions, I started back toward Lu Xinran’s room. As I passed the stairwell, the faint sound of voices made me stop. "Now that the old man is gone, when are you planning to divorce her?" The voice… was it Cheng Junyu's? "Her? You mean Shen Shu?" The man’s voice was deep and frigid, a voice I knew all too well. It was Fu Shenyan. I crept closer to the stairwell door and peered through the gap. Fu Shenyan was leaning against the railing, hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression like ice. Cheng Junyu was propped against the opposite wall, a half-smoked cigarette pinched between his long fingers. He tapped the ash from the tip of his cigarette. "You know she didn't do anything wrong," he said, his tone even. "Her only crime is loving you." Fu Shenyan lifted his eyes to meet Cheng Junyu's. "Since when are you so interested in her affairs?" he asked coldly. At that, Cheng Junyu frowned. "Don't get the wrong idea. I’m just warning you, so you don't regret it later. No matter how deep love runs, there's always a day it can be taken back." "Hah," Fu Shenyan scoffed. "Her love? I couldn't care less about—" I didn't stay to hear the rest. Some things are better left unknown. To insist on hearing every last, brutal word would just be a fool's errand.