Several girls coming to use the restroom were startled by her appearance, her face under the lights looking deathly pale, almost ghostlike. A kind-hearted girl even came over to ask if she needed to be taken to the hospital, but Yun Ya shook her head, smiling weakly, "I’m fine, thank you." Yun Ya struggled to move to the restroom’s entrance, and it wasn’t long before Du Shan hurried over. Seeing Yun Ya’s pale face, he asked worriedly, "Miss, what’s wrong with you?" Yun Ya closed her eyes briefly, "Brother Du, take me away from here." She rummaged through her bag, handed him a set of keys, "No. 603, Unit 3 Zelin Apartment, go there." "Miss, you are and you don’t want to go to the hospital?" Yun Ya shook her head, "No need for the hospital, hurry...." She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach as she spoke. Du Shan sighed, just as he was about to pick up Yun Ya, a hand circled her waist, smoothly catching her body, and lifted her up in one motion. This embrace was all too familiar. Yun Ya, in a daze, opened her eyes, and in her line of sight was a handsome face, and those eyes filled with pain and blame. She mustered a smile, "Brother Ah Du, what a coincidence...." "What coincidence. When you feel unwell you don’t even mention going to the hospital. If I hadn’t happened to bump into you today, would you have just endured it? You’re a doctor yourself yet you don’t know how to take care of your own body." Qin Du spoke with a tone of reproach, but he couldn’t hide his concern as he carried Yun Ya away with big strides. Du Shan stood stunned for a moment, then quickly followed. "I know my own body very well, I don’t want to go to the hospital, Brother Ah Du, I really don’t want to go to the hospital, I’ll be fine after some sleep...." She tugged at his sleeve, whispering softly. "No, you must go to the hospital." His tone was firm, leaving no room for discussion. Out of nowhere, Yun Ya began to cry, the tears flowing without warning, soaking his shirt and scorching his heart. "I hate hospitals, I don’t want to go...." She acted like a child putting up a fuss, looking very aggrieved. Qin Du sighed deeply, coaxing gently, "Alright, alright, we won’t go to the hospital. If you hate hospitals so much, why did you choose to be a doctor...." He mumbled as he carried Yun Ya out of the restaurant. Qin Du held her as he got into a black business sedan parked at the curb, while Du Shan followed behind in his Toyota SUV. In the car, Yun Ya fell asleep in his arms. She slept restlessly, her delicate eyebrows deeply furrowed into a frown, occasionally letting out a soft "mmh," as if suppressing pain. Qin Du felt that in the short time he hadn’t seen her, she seemed to have lost even more weight, and in his arms, she was practically weightless. His fingers gently touched her brows, as if trying to smooth out that deep furrow, his slightly calloused fingertips gliding over her skin before coming to rest on her dry, pale lips. Moved by some inexplicable impulse, he slowly leaned in, the only time he could attempt to ease his longing... If this is despicable, so be it. He wanted to follow his heart’s desire. Just as he was about to kiss those lips, a hoarse, dreamy murmur escaped her mouth: "Brother Yan...." Qin Du’s heart jolted in shock. He looked at her incredulously, a flame of anger igniting in his eyes as he grasped her shoulders, "Who is Brother Yan?" "Brother Yan...." She called out again, instinctively snuggling deeper into his embrace, as if she mistook him for the Brother Yan she spoke of. In that instant, Qin Du felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, chilling his heart with grief and sorrow. Who exactly was this Brother Yan in her mouth? In that moment, he could not stop the panic that began to set in. He desperately told himself not to overthink, that it was all a misunderstanding, but deep down, he had already guessed. The son of Mayor Yan, that young man named Yan Song. So it turned out, the girl I loved, her heart had long been occupied by someone else. And that person was not me. Drained of all strength, he leaned back in his seat, listlessly draping his jacket over her, and rolled down the car window. The cool breeze that swept in stung his face. The rapid reverse flow of neon lights decorated the night, his vision blurred, reflecting the roadside lights flickering swiftly. Just then, the phone rang. Afraid of waking Yun Ya, he quickly silenced it. The call was from his assistant, asking why he hadn’t returned from the restroom, as people were waiting to toast to him. "I’ve got something else to deal with, so I’ll be leaving. You handle those folks." With that, he didn’t wait for his assistant’s protests, and hung up the phone swiftly.