re know how to plan things."The elevator door opened, and Song Jingye went in first. He held the elevator door open, waiting for Lu Yaoyao to dawdle and say goodbye to Ruan Ruan. Then he made a pinky...He might have seen her in the car behind him, deliberately ignoring her, or perhaps he hadn't seen her at all. Shū Tinglan chased after him to the entrance of the apartment complex, watching helplessly as his car disappeared into the distance.

The night of late autumn was chilly, and because she had rushed out, her long black curls were dripping wet. She wore a black spaghetti-strap nightgown with a black knitted cardigan over it, head to toe in black, which made her face look particularly pale. The only splash of color was the pair of red high heels she held in her hand, dazzlingly bright against the quiet darkness.

Finally arriving at the hospital by taxi, doctors, nurses, and aides swarmed her, each with their own explanation. She only caught the most important sentence:

"The surveillance footage shows your mother on the rooftop terrace."

In the pitch-black night, her mother sat in a wheelchair, gazing into the distance, merging with the vast expanse of heaven and earth. Her pale white patient gown enveloped her frail body.

The doctor and nurses thought her mother had gone to the rooftop because she was feeling depressed and wanted to commit suicide. Only Shu Tinglan knew that her mother wouldn't commit suicide, especially not in this way, because her mother loved her.

Shu Tinglan walked over and squatted beside her, holding her mother's hand.

"Mom."

"Here" Mother, calm as if in the living room at home.

"Mmm," Shu Tinglan's voice was hoarse. Dressed in thin clothes, he had been out in the night wind for so long that he showed signs of a cold.

The mother slowly turned her head to look at her, her gaze settling on her exposed neck and chest, on the snow-white skin dotted with red, ambiguous love bites.

Mother's eyes suddenly turned cold and her emotions surged. She reached out and forcefully tore at Shu Tinglan's knitted coat, almost tipping over from her wheelchair. Shu Tinglan hurriedly supported her, letting her tear at the garment. The coat slipped off, revealing red marks on her beautiful shoulders where her mother had scratched her.

"You're so self-absorbed, you're so self-absorbed."

One punch after another landed on Shu Tinglan's body. Doctors and nurses wanted to come over and stop it, but Shu Tinglan stopped them with her eyes. She gently held her mother, comforting her.

"Mom, I was wrong. I promise I won't do it again, I'll always respect myself." Her tone was gentle and reassuring enough.

"Lanlan, don't easily trust men, not a single one is good."

"I know."

Mother's emotions gradually calmed, and Shu Tinglan pushed her back to the ward. The doctor administered a sedative, and she finally fell asleep peacefully.

"Your mother is usually very stable emotionally and cooperative with treatment, rarely exhibiting this kind of behavior today. Tomorrow we will give her a comprehensive check-up."

Okay, thank you for your hard work.

Shu Tinglan wore a black dress, her slightly curled black hair was dry and scattered casually. It formed a striking black-and-white contrast with the dark hospital at night. Especially those red high heels clicked on the empty corridor, making people's hearts itch.

The doctor and nurse, their minds filled with only one thought: “Beauty beyond description.”

Shu Tinglan transferred three thousand yuan to the caregiver on WeChat as a red envelope, hoping that she could be more attentive when caring for her mother. She could only do this much; there was nothing else she could do.

She got home late at night, her mind filled only with her mother's words, "Take care of yourself." But she was already 25 years old. Before tonight, she had never even touched a man's hand. How could she possibly take care of herself

Tonight, for her first time with Zhuo Y uan, she had no regrets. This didn't conflict with self-love; in her view, self-love meant being responsible for everything she did. She was very clear about what she was doing and could be held accountable for it.t see. 。Lu Kuò instructed him with a reminder and walked forward. 。The old man was in his study. Now that he had trouble with his hands and feet, all these paintings and calligraphy could only be adm...