Xia Yangyang looked up at Gu Qichen: "I’m sorry, I keep troubling you. So many things have happened, I’m just going to add more burden to you. Gu Qichen, you’re really unlucky to have met me." Xia Yangyang felt guilt within her heart. It was as if several mountains were pressing down on her. She was filled with guilt. Lu Haotian’s death, Little Xingxing’s illness, Xi Zijun’s eyes, all of these made Xia Yangyang feel as if they were because of her. This negative and depressing emotion was like countless thorny vines. Tightly binding Xia Yangyang. Gu Qichen held Xia Yangyang in his arms: "Don’t think like that, Yangyang, you did nothing wrong. Don’t blame everything on yourself, you’ve done right by everyone. Don’t blame yourself." Xia Yangyang cried in Gu Qichen’s arms. But then she fiercely wiped away the tears. She couldn’t cry anymore. She couldn’t be this weak. She needed to pull herself together. Whether for Little Xingxing or Xi Zijun, she had to do her best to make amends. Even if she couldn’t make up for it, she had to help relieve some of Gu Qichen’s burden. Xia Yangyang’s body gradually recovered. She began to eat well and her energy returned. Xia Yangyang went to pay her respects to Lu Haotian. On the day Lu Haotian was buried, Xia Yangyang hadn’t gone. Looking at the smiling photo on the tombstone, Xia Yangyang seemed to be taken back to her youth. He was still that sunny, smiling basketball boy. Goodbye, Brother Haotian... After paying her respects to Lu Haotian, Xia Yangyang planned to go to the hospital. Little Xingxing’s condition had been fluctuating. Always in a semi-conscious state. Sometimes when talking in her sleep, Xia Yangyang heard Little Xingxing calling for her parents. Xia Yangyang felt a piercing pain in her heart. Little Xingxing was so young and lost her parents overnight. It was truly a cruel thing. Little Xingxing’s condition hadn’t improved, and Xia Yangyang was anxious. In the past two days, she had directly moved into the ward to stay. Gu Qichen still brought food over every day. Read full story at novel·fiɾe·net He would also bring a portion for Xi Zijun. Sometimes, Xia Yangyang would also go to see Xi Zijun. Xi Zijun had been hospitalized for such a long time. Apart from Gu Mingzhu and Xi Jiachen, Xia Yangyang never saw anyone else visit her. She hadn’t even hired a caregiver. But today, when Xia Yangyang went there with Gu Qichen, the ward was already empty. The bed had clearly been tidied up. The quilt was neatly folded on the bed. A little nurse came by. Xia Yangyang quickly asked, "Where’s the patient here?" The little nurse said, "Are you talking about Miss Xi? Miss Xi was discharged early this morning." Gu Qichen slightly frowned, "Discharged? Who discharged her?" Xia Yangyang looked at Gu Qichen’s reaction, as if he was as clueless as she was. The nurse said, "No one discharged her, Miss Xi discharged herself. Even the discharge paperwork was done by a nurse, she packed her things and left on her own." Xia Yangyang was very surprised. Xi Zijun couldn’t see, and she managed to go through the discharge alone without notifying anyone. Xia Yangyang said to Gu Qichen, "Hurry up and call to ask where she is, how can she manage alone in her current condition?" Gu Qichen was also worried, he made a call, but it didn’t go through. Gu Qichen thought for a moment, then dialed another number.