"He said that wedding was nothing more than a transaction between Yin Xiaomo and Ou Chen..." "He begged you to take care of his sister from now on..." she lay there, pale and still.

Luo Xi seemed utterly deaf to the sounds of the outside world; only the slow, rhythmic drip from the IV tube occupied his consciousness.

"...Or perhaps, it's better if you never wake up..." Shen Qiang murmured softly, "...I heard Yin Xiaomo is sick too, a high fever that hasn't broken for days... Perhaps she feels guilty over your suicide... If you remain unconscious forever... maybe her illness will never lift..." "I suspect... you hate her..." "Then let her leave this world with you..." The night deepened.

Yin Xiaomo lay unconscious, consumed by a scorching fever, while Yin Cheng gently and meticulously wiped her forehead and limbs with a cool, damp cloth.

A pale sliver of moonlight pierced the darkness.

Shen Qiang, long overcome by exhaustion, gradually slumped down by the bedside and fell asleep.

Upon the snow-white sheets.

Luo Xi's fingers twitched unconsciously, then after a long pause, slowly clenched again.

*Around ten o'clock the next morning.

Ou Chen returned to the hospital.

"You refuse the kidney transplant only because you don't want Xiaomo's marriage to be the price, is that right?" As if he hadn't slept all night, the shadow of stubble on Ou Chen's jaw looked heavier, his gaze intense as he looked at Yin Cheng.

"..." Yin Cheng stared silently out the window; how could he let his sister sacrifice her happiness for his sake.

"This is the divorce agreement I already signed."

A thin document appeared before Yin Cheng, the signature in black ink faintly reflecting the morning sun. Yin Cheng jolted, looking up in astonishment. Ou Chen's voice, hoarse and low, filled the air: "As soon as you agree to the surgery, you can keep this divorce agreement. My marriage with Xiaomo... can end at any time..." Foam Summer III