Here as if he were already dead… Even his deepest black lashes showed not the slightest tremor… “And then there’s Brother Ouchen… for me… he’s losing a kidney… affecting his health for the rest of his life… for me… must so many people truly suffer this sacrifice…” Ouchen… everything before his eyes was a blinding, vast expanse of white mist.

The pain that tore through her body, sharp as a demon’s claw, left her mind muddled, unable to clearly process the intermittent words that pierced her heart until it bled… Was all the suffering caused by her? All of it… “Sister…” “I know you love me… but… I won’t agree to the surgery… Sister… no matter what you say… I absolutely… will never… agree to the surgery…” She always knew… retribution would find her… The overwhelming white mist, wave after wave of dizziness making her want to vomit, the ground spinning madly! Her back was drenched in sweat—scalding hot and ice cold—as if caught in the ocean, the surging waves finally drowning her! She was so small, so powerless; even using every selfish tactic, betraying Luo Xi, hurting Ouchen, she still couldn't reverse anything… There was no hope left… Xiao Cheng was so resolute, leaving no room for negotiation… In the dense fog, she vaguely heard voices calling her, as if trapped in a dream, a nightmare she could never wake from. The cold metallic feel of the doorknob sent a slight shiver through her. Outside the door was a long corridor. Her steps were stiff and slow as she walked, not knowing where she was going, not knowing how much longer she could walk before stopping to catch her breath… “Xia Mo—!” When Zhen En opened the infirmary door and rushed out in concern, she saw that frail figure slowly collapsing onto the icy floor of the long hallway. *This sickness had arrived with a fierce suddenness, as if a flame of despair was violently burning within her, reducing all of Yin Xia Mo’s resilient will to ashes.

Her fever instantly soared to nearly 40 degrees Celsius, her lips pale and cracked, her skin burning hot, and no method the doctors employed could bring it down, as if she had simply given up, preferring to sink into a comatose state of high fever and never awaken.

“Xia Mo…” Ouchen stood rigidly by the bedside, his hoarse voice laced with the tremble of shock and pain, unable to believe that the woman who was perfectly fine moments before he entered the operating preparation room had suddenly collapsed! The snow-white hospital bed.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her face abnormally flushed, as if sinking deeply into a terrible nightmare, occasionally murmuring and struggling, her body trembling uncontrollably, weak and frightened like a child.

“…” Her head moved restlessly against the pillow; her expression was one of profound agony, as if the nightmare was unbearable, desperately trying to wake up, struggling with all her might to awaken… “Xia Mo…” Grasping her burning hand, the scorching heat of her palm felt like a branding iron, causing Ouchen to recoil in sudden horror, the pain constricting his heart until he couldn't breathe.

“What did you do to her?!” He spun around sharply, glaring with dark anger at the pale and weak Yin Cheng huddled in the corner of the room. He knew that only Yin Cheng could inflict such deep, agonizing injury and shock upon her, because Yin Cheng was the person she cared about most.

And he… was nothing… As he lay silently on the operating table in the preparation room, awaiting the start of the procedure, he suddenly realized how utterly lonely his life was. Summer of Bubbles III