Shen Fanxing looked at Su Heng for a long time, then suddenly laughed softly.

The laughter was icy and mocking, her face emotionless and impeccable.

But inside, her heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife, the pain unbearable.

Was being assertive now considered a mistake?

Did being strong always equate to being malicious, bullying the weak?

Su Heng's tactful yet merciless words were like a sharp knife, stabbing forcefully into her heart.

"Fanxing..."

Seeing her like this, Su Heng felt even more guilty. He wanted to reach out to her, to comfort her somehow at this moment, but Shen Fanxing took two steps back.

"Don't touch me!"

She roared, pushing his hand away, then slowly lifted her head. Her cold eyes were empty, a hint of curvature on her lips, but no trace of humor as she looked at him.

Besides indifference and sarcasm, there was complete despair and determination!

With just one glance, Su Heng felt his heart tremble heavily, the tumultuous pain spreading to his chest.

"Fanxing..." Su Heng called again, but didn't know what to say.

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Shen Fanxing looked at him coldly and said sharply:

"Su Heng, remember, it's me, Shen Fanxing, who doesn't want you! I sincerely hope you can be with Shen Qianrou forever! Don't beg me for anything, I'm not that pathetic! Who would use a towel that has wiped the feet to wipe the face?!"

Facing Shen Fanxing's unprecedented hostility, Su Heng was not just shocked, but utterly stunned.

The woman who had always been elegant and refined could actually say such despicable words!

But he also understood her anger at this moment. He pursed his lips and said softly again:

"No matter what... I'm sorry!"

"I got it!" Shen Fanxing responded without leaving any room.

Su Heng looked up at her, "I hope you can accept it..."

Shen Fanxing's expression was emotionless.

"Why should I accept it? You can apologize, but I also have the right not to forgive you! Go away!"

Su Heng looked deeply into her eyes, knowing that saying more at this time was pointless. After just saying "rest well," he turned and left the ward.

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Only after Su Heng had completely left the ward did Shen Fanxing weakly sit on the hospital bed, curling her legs up, staring blankly at a certain spot outside the window.

Cold and dominant?

She used to be gentle, like water, but the world was too cold, forcing her to turn into ice, to become a little stronger!

She could only protect herself, avoid getting hurt, avoid feeling sad, so she wouldn't cry, wouldn't appear weak in front of others.

She thought she had gotten used to it over the years, but now she realized she wasn't as strong as she imagined.

In her own room, she could also feel heartache, weakness, her throat burning, her eyes heating up.

But she could only be weak to this extent!

She wouldn't shed tears, it wasn't worth it, and it was extremely weak.

Her tears would ultimately fall into the dust, worthless, and even become a joke to others.

She noticed a figure approaching beside her, and soon after, a white handkerchief was handed to her.

Shen Fanxing hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and looked up, short-lived astonishment flashing in her soft eyes.

She released her arms from around her legs, stood up from the bed, and looked at the handsome man who was still a head taller than her.

Even though they had just parted, they were meeting again.