When Gu Zixuan and Feng Chengjin were finally dressed and ready to leave. Faced with Feng Chengjin’s actions of tucking his shirt into his trousers, zipping up, and fastening his belt, Gu Zixuan, whose legs felt weak, stood there, red-faced and speechless. Especially with his movements being so natural, handsome, noble, and elegant. If it weren’t for remembering how fierce he was earlier, Gu Zixuan really couldn’t believe they had just... in the hospital... Feng Chengjin seemed to be well-fed this time. Under extreme tension, Gu Zixuan’s reactions were a bit... so much so that he... Gu Zixuan was still reaching behind to fasten her bra, struggling with the inconvenience of distance, causing Feng Chengjin to chuckle and step in to replace her hands. The butterfly bones on her back were lovely to look at, and as he gazed upon them with his deep-set eyes, he couldn’t help but lean in and give them a gentle peck. The tingling sensation made Gu Zixuan shiver and she blushed as she playfully punched him. Feng Chengjin chuckled softly, seizing the opportunity to wrap his arms around her, lifting her up, savoring the exquisite touch of her perfect figure and skin, while also helping her finish getting dressed. The meticulousness and thoughtfulness reminded Gu Zixuan of Brother Yu’s words earlier. Her heart felt warm and soft. But thinking about the long time spent inside... Faced with Feng Chengjin helping her with her skirt and touching her still slightly cold calves, he said, "In winter, you should wear skirts less often; after all, as Mrs. Feng, you don’t need to sacrifice warmth for style." Her heart grew warmer. But she also bit her lip, apologetically saying, "Cheng Jin... you should go." Feng Chengjin was momentarily stunned, gazing deeply at Gu Zixuan... Gu Zixuan looked at the red mark on Feng Chengjin’s neck that she had left in a moment of passion earlier and felt her heart tremble, looking down, "He Qimo’s emotions have been unstable lately. I’m worried if he can’t think straight with you here..." Hearing this, Feng Chengjin recalled He Qimo’s past provocations and let out a cold snort. However, thinking of the awkward scene inside and sensing that something about He Qimo’s aura had indeed changed during this meeting... With deep, restrained eyes, he finally gazed at her with a hint of reluctance, "You’re really letting me go?" Gu Zixuan couldn’t bear it either, especially at this moment. Google seaʀᴄh nοvelfire.net The two hadn’t seen each other for two days, and this meeting had been so short... But considering He Qimo’s emotional state, she hesitated slightly before saying, "Go, aren’t you quite busy too? Come and pick me up when you’re completely free." Hearing this reason and knowing the situation on the other side was indeed tricky, Feng Chengjin pressed his lips together, paused slightly, and nodded, "Alright then. I’ll come pick you up after I’m done, but I’ll leave Qin Nuo with you. Take him with you whenever you go out." Understanding that Feng Chengjin still worried about her safety, Gu Zixuan nodded with a smile. For Feng Chengjin, meeting was only possible , considering He Qimo... Something in Feng Chengjin’s heart let out a cold laugh but said nothing, leaned in, kissed the top of Gu Zixuan’s hair, then stood up and walked away. After gathering her emotions, Gu Zixuan slowly walked out. Seeing that Feng Chengjin had already taken the elevator, her heart felt a bit relieved, but there was a faint sense of sorrow. However, when she lowered her eyes and saw a fallen cigarette in the corner of the hospital room... Her heart fluttered slightly, pausing, and looking towards the few rooms away, it was as if a sense of unease started to creep in, and she quickly walked towards VIP2 where He Qimo was staying. She opened the door and saw the empty bed. Her face turned pale as she asked, "Where is Qimo?" Qin Nuo and Liang Xi were still in the room arguing, and upon hearing her, both looked up and said, "Mr. He said he was tired of lying down and went out for some fresh air, why..." Gu Zixuan’s heart began to tremble fiercely, one beat after another, "How long has he been gone?" Her urgent demeanor made the two of them sense something might be wrong. Liang Xi’s face turned pale as he glanced at the clock on the wall, then at the phone left on the bedside, "It seems like almost an hour." They had been arguing too intently during that hour to notice much else. Liang Xi began to feel remorseful. Realizing something, Gu Zixuan quickly turned around. "Search quickly!" Her voice was urgent. Liang Xi and Qin Nuo both turned pale with tension and rapidly followed. In an instant, the entire Zhenghe Hospital was thrown into chaos. At that moment, from the garden to the flat-level rest area, from the restroom to the medical warehouse. Even the security camera in the security office was activated. Every nurse and doctor on each floor searched anxiously and quickly. How could Mr. He, such a big figure from Junsheng Group, be missing? Moreover, he is staying in the best VIP ward with such a severe gastric hemorrhage! If their dean finds out...won’t they be scolded to death? Gu Zixuanxin’s anxiety grew. Fine beads of sweat slightly emerged at her temples. Liang Xi and Qin Nuo each had their own thoughts, on one hand trying to protect Gu Zixuan from being recognized, and on the other hand having to prevent the TVs found everywhere in the wards from broadcasting any stray news, which was very strenuous. In the end, as time passed, they got scattered. Gu Zixuan quickly ran back and forth along the corridor, forcing herself to stay calm. Endless fear and unease gnawed at her heart like ants as an increasingly ominous feeling loomed. An even bolder speculation emerged in her mind. As she passed by the safety passage, seeing the sign forbidding upward passage, she sensed something. She paused, ignoring a small nurse behind her who shouted, "Miss Gu, repairs are going on upstairs, it’s not very safe, you better come down, even if Mr. He is reckless and doesn’t care for himself, he wouldn’t jump off the building." Still, she insisted on quickly going upstairs. Upon reaching the rooftop. Gu Zixuan pushed the door open and indeed saw He Qimo at the edge of the rooftop, dressed in thin hospital garb, smoking and gazing at the wintry desolation ahead. Such a loose hospital gown already appeared somewhat large on his tall and robust frame. Let alone the bleak winter scene in front that made the few short hairs above his ears seem even more... He was quiet and silent. Just like a sculpture. The piercing winter wind swept over, laying a layer of cold and solitude on his slender shoulders. In a daze, Gu Zixuan suddenly remembered their time at Columbia University, when he often liked to take her to the rooftop of the lecture building to read. She asked him why not go to the library; it was deserted here and frighteningly high. He said, "It’s quiet here." Back then, she thought he was too self-conscious, disliking crowded places because even the library was very quiet, and many of the students there were high-achievers who could occasionally teach each other, except...those people didn’t have low statuses. But at this moment, she finally understood that he genuinely just liked staying quietly at a height. He liked her, despite his world being solitary and silent. He was always trying to share with her, it’s just that back then, she never understood... Her heart trembled slightly, and her eyes uncontrollably welled with a hint of moisture. She stepped forward slowly, softly saying, "Qi Mo, why did you come here?" Upon hearing this, He Qimo’s body stiffened a bit. When he turned back, she saw that there was a complete pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the rooftop in front of him, but this time, he had been alone for so long and hadn’t smoked a single one... His dark, deep pupils looked at her, his lips curved into what was barely a smile. "I just came out to get some fresh air, what’s wrong?" He Qimo’s expression looked off, making Gu Zixuan’s heart tremble as she glanced at where he was standing, quickly approaching and pulling him back slightly. Once in a safer position, she held his hand, already cold as iron, trembling as she said: "Who goes to get fresh air alone without wearing a coat, on a rooftop of all places? Don’t you know you’re sick now? How can you be so willful?" The rambling complaints made He Qimo’s lips gradually curve, despite...from his angle he could see an extra flush at Gu Zixuan’s earlobe, yet he didn’t let his gaze linger. Just looking at her, again curling his lips, "Are you concerned about me?" Gu Zixuan’s eyes turned red instantly. Turning her head away, she stealthily wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, saying: "In the past ten years have I not cared enough about you? When did you ever take it seriously?" Upon hearing this, He Qimo chuckled bitterly, nodding a bit, "Yes, you did care for me a lot, just that back then I never believed it..." Gu Zixuan said nothing. He Qimo then took Gu Zixuan’s hand, looked at her, and pulled her to a sheltered place. Sitting down there, Gu Zixuan looked at his thin clothing, wanting very much to take him down, but she knew his obstinate temperament, once up, wouldn’t come down until he’s ready, so she didn’t care about the disturbances below, silently sitting with him. He Qimo wrapped his arms around himself, gazed at the distant snow-covered pines, and after a long pause, slowly said: "I used to have a girlfriend; we got together in junior high. Feelings then were pure without much adult contemplation, just continued dating into high school, then college... Though not pledging eternal love, there was affection and seriousness. At that time, she was from a well-off family, a rich lady, and though my family wasn’t well-off, I wasn’t too insecure about it. I thought feelings were always a slow flow; as long as one works hard, eventually, one can change those external material conditions, wait until grown up, then she’d marry me, I’d marry her, and that’s it. But..." He Qimo paused, facing Gu Zixuan’s slightly trembling heart, smiled bitterly, and said: "I was wrong, by my sophomore year, she secretly accepted a blind date arranged by her family. I thought she might not willingly, just going through the motions due to the complex social interactions of high society, which I could understand. But soon, I found out she was cohabiting with that blind date man, and even quicker, after I discovered this, she threw me a sentence, ’We are not people from the same world, your family could never afford me, so let’s break up, and I’m getting married.’"