Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, and it took her a while to utter a complete sentence, "No, it's not!"
She just wanted to cut through the mess quickly!
It wasn't only her urging, Ruxiang was also dropping hints three times a day.
Even he didn't know what was wrong with himself.
They didn't have a real marital relationship, it was clear when they got married, and it should be clear and straightforward when they divorce.
But he still hadn't signed the divorce agreement.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, and when he moved closer, she instinctively lowered her head even more.
Fu Yanye looked at her annoyed, "I've been a bit busy lately, wait a few more days, okay?"
His tone already showed his anger, and she nodded without daring to utter another word.
The wind picked up again, blowing her skirt hem against the leg of his suit pants.
Fu Yanye frowned subconsciously, and Zhuo Jian immediately pressed down her skirt hem, "Sorry!"
Fu Yanye's brows furrowed even more tightly after noticing her excessive nervousness, then he said nothing more and turned to get into the car.
Zhuo Jian only let out a quiet sigh of relief after he was gone, hoping to finalize the divorce with him quickly.
That way, she wouldn't have to worry about not being able to control her own heart, right?
Soon after, the hospital also called her, and after taking the call, the old lady quickly sent a driver to pick her up.
Her mother had been given a pain-relief injection, and by the time she arrived, she was already asleep in the hospital bed.
In just three short years, when she left, her mother was thin but still weighed at least a hundred pounds.
But now...
Illness can wither a person down, and cancer can distort a person's shape beyond recognition!
She doubted her mother weighed even eighty pounds now!
Zhuo Jian sat in front of the hospital bed, thinking about what the doctor had told her.
"You need to be prepared for her to leave at any time!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's eyes flashed with tears, but the tear never fell.
Yes, she wouldn't cry!
Her mother was still alive; what was there to cry about?
Her stomach cancer had been cured three years ago!
There must be a miracle; medical science has advanced so much.
She had seen many cases of overcoming cancer.
"Daughter!"
Soon, the person on the bed awoke, calling out to her weakly.
"Mom, you're awake!"
Zhuo Jian held her hand, leaning in close so that her mother could see her clearly.
"Don't be afraid, death is the ultimate destination for everyone."
"Mom!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't say anything else, just held her hand tightly.
"My foolish daughter, only if you live well can your mom leave peacefully!"
"Mom..."
She didn't want to hear this kind of talk!
She didn't want to face a future where she was all alone in this world.
"Tell me now, did Yanye mention divorce to you?"
"Yes!"
Zhuo Jian knew she couldn't keep it from her any longer, so she sat down and talked openly with her.
"That's good! My precious daughter is so wonderful, aren't there plenty of people who will cherish her? It's his loss if you divorce!"
Zhuo's mother caressed her daughter's face as she spoke.
Zhuo Jian smiled, "Of course!"
"That's right! No matter when, you should face it happily, okay?"
Zhuo's mother comforted her.
"Okay!"
Zhuo Jian obediently agreed, but in her heart, she knew that there weren't that many things in the world one could face happily.
Like her father's suicide, like falling in love with the wrong person, like her mother also leaving her.
Her grandparents and maternal grandparents had passed away early, and so-called relatives had stopped contacting them after her mother divorced her father.
Late, Zhuo's mother fell asleep again, and Zhuo Jian stayed by her side the entire time.
She even selfishly wanted her mother to endure for a few more years, even if it was painful.
She was terrified of being left alone afterward.
She fell asleep at her mother's bedside.
But she didn't expect to wake up the next morning to find Fu Yanye there.
Members of the staff had already delivered liquid food to the ward; Zhuo's mother sent the two of them out to talk, staying inside to drink soup herself.
"Were you scared last night?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
He was five years older than her, and his tone sounded like that of an elder brother.
Zhuo Jian smiled, "Me, scared? I'm not that timid."
"Next time, you can call me to accompany you!"
"We are about to get divorced!"
"I watched you grow up, Zhuo Jian..."
"Ruxiang wouldn't be happy about you being so close to me, and her health isn't good either. It's better not to worry her!"
Zhuo Jian finished speaking and glanced inside.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes, "You are very sensible, but Ruxiang has also eaten your mother's cooking before, she won't let me stand by idly."
"So you take care of my mother because of Ruxiang?"
"By law, you're my wife, your family is my family."
"But not for much longer!"
Zhuo Jian was moved by his answer, yet indeed, they were about to become unrelated.
Fu Yanye looked down the corridor, where a nurse was approaching, and he moved further inside.
Zhuo Jian stood against the wall, when suddenly her view darkened.
He looked down at her, "It will still be so in the future!"
Zhuo Jian lifted her head, her clear eyes looked at him.
He was truly so handsome that it made her heart skip a beat.
The distance between the two was minimal, and he clearly smelled her perfume; he couldn't help but ask, "You haven't changed the brand all these years?"
"I'm used to it!"
Zhuo Jian was first taken aback but soon also smelled the fragrance.
From that moment, she decided to give it up!
Fu Yanye hummed thoughtfully but said no more.
After a while, the person inside called for them, and Zhuo Jian said, "You can go, I'm fine!"
"That would be very impolite!"
Fu Yanye said, then stepped into the ward ahead of her.
In her heart, Zhuo Jian didn't want him to see her mother again, unwilling for him to continue giving her mother perfunctory treatment.
When a relationship is ending, let it end completely.
She liked what people said, that after breaking up they should never interact again, as if they were dead to each other.
"After the two of you divorce, you will each go on to marry someone else. Jianjian will wish you well, and you'll wish Jianjian well too, right?"
Zhuo's mother looked at Fu Yanye, her eyes still showed astuteness.
"Of course!"
Fu Yanye looked at the girl standing next to him, his heart was filled with a tumult of emotions.
"That's good. She grew up by your side; I hope that you won't make life difficult for her after I'm gone. Of course, as her mother, I hope that if my daughter faces any difficulties, you would still be there to lend her a hand."
Zhuo's mother continued.
"Mom! What are you saying?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly became very upset as if her mother was making arrangements for after her death.
"I've already said, life and death are natural; you have to be calm. Otherwise, when mom is gone, what will you do all by yourself?"
Zhuo's mother was worried, concerned that her daughter wouldn't make it through, so she deliberately spoke in front of Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian's eyes filled with tears as she stubbornly said, "You're not going anywhere!"
"I don't want to go either, but heaven won't keep me. Twice with cancer, I was lucky to escape the first time, but this time…"
Zhuo's mother looked at her own bony, skeletal hand and knew that her life was drawing to a close.
"Don't worry, we will always be family no matter what; I will take care of her!"
Fu Yanye suddenly took her hand.
A teardrop fell from Zhuo Jian's eyes as she looked down at him holding her hand.
His palm was as warm as ever.