She was here... She had to be here!

"I promise you..." Yin Xiaomo's voice was as quiet as a raindrop. She didn't see Ou Chen's pained expression, she didn't hear what Ou Chen was murmuring hoarsely, nor did she feel the tightness of his grip on her shoulders, desperate to make her listen.

Before her, there was only a vast expanse of white mist... She had no other choice...

"...As long as you are willing to give your kidney to Xiao Cheng," her eyes were vacant in the echoing hospital corridor, "...Then... let's get married..." At the entrance to the intensive care unit, Zhen En clamped her hands fiercely over her mouth!

What had she heard?! Xiao Cheng?!

Kidney transplant?! Could Ou Chen's kidney save Xiao Cheng's life?!

Was Xiaomo going to marry Ou Chen for that kidney?! Had the world gone mad?!

Ou Chen gazed deeply into Yin Xiaomo's eyes! He thought he had already lost.

Seeing her so lost and tormented, seeing her so pale and suffering, he had already conceded defeat internally. He didn't want to press on, didn't want to become the executioner tormenting her.

Even though this might be his only chance at happiness. Just as he was about to tell her that he would give up insisting on marrying her as a condition...

She agreed. Her anguish was so palpable that as she finally consented, he found himself incapable of feeling joy or happiness.

Looking into her hollow eyes, his own heart felt as if it had plunged into a pitch-black abyss. Yet, even in a dark abyss, even in an eternal, cold void, how could he survive if he lost this chance, if he didn't have her...

In the corridor. Ou Chen silently reached out his arm, drawing the pale, dazed girl into his embrace.

Their shadows overlapped, casting long, slanted shapes onto the floor. At the far end of the corridor.

Another shadow lay upon the ground... Lonely...

Stretching long... Luo Xi stood there blankly, rainwater sliding from the messy hair framing his forehead down his cheeks, slowly dripping onto the ground, leaving small, damp marks.

Watching her, held tightly in Ou Chen's arms ahead. Luo Xi stood there, stunned.

Soaked to the bone by the rain, water dripped steadily from his hair, from his fingertips. The rain was cold, and his face gradually turned a terrifying pallor.

Gazing at her embraced by Ou Chen, the blood in his chest began to freeze, bit by painstaking bit... Then...

He slowly turned away. His figure vanished like mist at the end of the corridor.

As if through a thick fog... A faint silhouette, like a petal falling from a cherry blossom tree late one night many years ago, a figure so familiar it caused a dull ache in her heart...

But... the disappearance of that figure was as silent and traceless as its appearance...

In her hazy thoughts, a soundless stillness enveloped Yin Xiaomo's heart. She quietly closed her eyes, allowing Ou Chen to hold her close.

Ou Chen embraced her. His voice was deep and husky— "Good.

Let's get married." * That night, Luo Xi developed a severe, intense fever. The floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom was wide open, the night wind mixed with rain blowing in.

The carpet near the window was soaked, damp, and cold; the rain-saturated carpet held a dark hue, mirroring the inky blackness outside. Luo Xi lay on the bed, burning with fever.

He was unconscious, his body scorching hot, yet quietly trembling, as if instantly transported back to a winter in his childhood, sitting alone on a bench in an amusement park. That night, vast swathes of snow fell silently.

In truth, he was terrified of the cold; in truth, he knew then that his mother had abandoned him... Bubble Summer III