Proofread by He Li

　　Driving to the convalescent hospital where Feng Ling stays, Gong Siming thinks a lot, but he surprisingly finds that his memory of Feng Ling has been gradually vague with time going by.

　　More of his memory is concerning Si Wan, including her stubbornness, tolerance, pain and reluctance.

　　"No, Feng Ling is the one I love, how could I care about such a mean woman?"

　　Muttering to himself, Gong Siming bangs on the steering wheel with his fist.

　　But Yan Xiuya's words ring in his ears: "Si Wan is true to you. You should not have a bias against her…"

　　For outsiders, does he really seem to have a bias against Si Wan? Gong Siming feels confused, how does he feel about her on earth?

　　"Feng Ling, I'm here to see you." Pus.h.i.+ng the door gently, Gong Siming says slightly to the person lying on the bed. The pretty girl lies still in bed, and only the sound of machines can be heard in the ward.

　　"You are still asleep, when will you wake up?" Gong Siming sighs slightly. Sitting beside her, he pulls up the quilt and tucks her in carefully.

　　Yan Xiuya's words keep ringing in his ears, what is exactly his affection for Feng Ling? Mother has said that he confuses sympathy with love, is that true? His affection for Feng Ling is just sympathy instead of love?

　　"Feng Ling, please wake up. I know that marrying Si Wan is unfair to you. But you can't simply lie here if you feel wronged. Please wake up. Perhaps when you wake up, I will know how deeply I love you."

　　Looking at Feng Ling who is asleep, Gong Siming loses himself in his thoughts. He is getting more and more confused since he knows Si Wan will leave. It is really strange that his first reaction is not feeling happy as he expected, instead, he feels reluctant to say goodbye.

　　The water in the oxygen bottle bubbles, and a low sigh spreads in the ward. Looking at Feng Ling's sleeping face, for the first time Gong Siming hopes to escape.

　　"Ring. Ring…" The phone shrills, which interrupts Gong Siming's train of thought. Taking out his mobile phone, he takes a look at the number and then feels a little annoyed.

　　"Grandfather." Gong Siming utters with his voice full of reluctance.

　　"Why, do you feel reluctant to answer your grandfather's call?" The sudden question of grandfather Gong makes Gong Siming kind of resigned.

　　"How could it be? I would feel only glad if receiving your call. Grandfather, what's the matter?" Walking out of the ward, Gong Siming shuts the door behind him.