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  He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he just felt a great pain in his heart. "Alright, come back to France with me."

  The answer was an unequivocal "no."

  "Words of Nie!"

  "I won't," she said with a gentle smile, looking at the seat next to the dinner table that Lu Yiheng liked best. "Brother, I will never leave this place."

  He grasped her shoulder, his grip almost pinching her to the point of pain, staring at her incredulously: "Nie Zhiyan, tell me, what were you just looking at?"

  What am I looking at? What a strange question.

  She moved her mouth slightly, "Just looking... didn't see anything."

  "Are you watching Lu Yiheng?" He said in a low voice, his tone almost trembling.

  "What are you talking about?" Nie Zhiyan shook off his hand, which was grasping his own, and a scorching pain spread across his shoulder.

  Bai Yi's gaze fell on the untouched bowl again, several pieces of ribs had cooled down, and the rice was still in its original state.

  Her eyebrows were knitted tightly together, as if she was about to erupt like a volcano at any moment.

  "Yanyan, you've been back in the country for a month now." His fists were clenched tightly, he stared at her, his face ashen.

  A month...

  A month ago, she was filled with joy and rushed to the airport at the fastest speed to wait for him, to wait for that person who said he would come to pick her up and go home together.

  From dawn till dusk, from morning glow to full sunshine, until evening falls.

  Then on the airport's screen, the news reported that a plane had crashed and over 100 people were killed.

  Plane crash, plane crash, plane crash...

  But she never believed it, Lu Yiheng was one of the unfortunate ones.

  She waits for him, always waiting for him.

  Finally, until the next morning, she could no longer contact a person named Lu Yiheng.

  No one knew how terrified she was, as if her heart had been hollowed out, a hole dug into it, and cold wind blowing in. She sat on the icy chair in the French waiting room, shivering with fear.

  She had never liked waiting, but she had no idea that waiting for someone could be so torturous. Every extra minute felt like an eternity.

  So long.

  But she didn't dare leave, leaving would mean she acknowledged and accepted that person's death. What could she use to acknowledge and accept it? She would never see him again.

  She can't take it anymore.

  Waited... waited until I fainted.

  It's been a month already.

  She smiled faintly, looking at him with warm eyes and said: "I still have a lifetime, what's one month?"

  "Brother, he waited for me for seven years, and I only waited for him for a month, what's the big deal?"

  He grew more indignant, looking into her eyes, where, apart from a hint of fearless loneliness, nothing else could be seen. What was it that had emptied the heart he treasured in his hands?

  He stroked her hair and held her in his arms, "Xuan Xuan, there are people who love you in this world, not just Lu Yiheng."

  He thought she would cry, hug him and sob, saying: "Xiaobai, I'm so heartbroken, heartbroken to the point of dying."

  But no.

  She let him hold her, but said: "Brother, I want to be alone, can you go back to France?"

  Can't you just leave her alone? She doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone, even if that person is Xiao Bai.

  At some point in her life, she was left with just one person.

  He's gone, and she'll follow him soon, slowly disappearing too.

  She is waiting for that day.

  Arrived.

  Time flies, another month has passed, UK, hospital.