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Night, the Third People’s Hospital, emergency room.
Fortunately, the truck braked in time, and the collision speed of the two vehicles was not too fast, so neither of them was seriously injured.
Ji Fan’s right arm was fine because Jiang Cha protected it, but Jiang Cha, on the other hand, had a minor fracture in her right forearm.
“What happened to you two? Didn’t the airbags deploy? Didn’t you wear seat belts?”
The doctor frowned, looking at Jiang Cha, who was lying on the bed, still unconscious due to blood loss.
“The truck had already braked at that time, and Jiang Cha was driving slowly, so the relative speed didn’t reach the standard.”
“What about the seat belt?”
“…”
Since Jiang Cha got her driver’s license, Ji Fan hadn’t seen her drive, and she was usually picked up by a driver, so she probably forgot to wear it.
“How could the driver not wear a seat belt?”
The doctor laughed angrily, “Luckily the truck braked, otherwise you both would have died.”
Ji Fan sat beside Jiang Cha, quietly watching her.
Her eyelids kept trembling, she was not sleeping peacefully, as if she was dreaming.
So Ji Fan got up and poured her a glass of hot water, placing it on the bedside table.
She picked up Jiang Cha’s phone.
The screen was shattered beyond recognition, and she didn’t know if it could still be used. She tried to turn it on, the screen lit up, and there was a password.
In the past, Ji Fan and Jiang Cha had a clear boundary, she wouldn’t randomly look at Jiang Cha’s phone, or rather, she wasn’t interested at all.
She swiped the screen, and there was a password lock.
A six-digit password.
On a whim, Ji Fan tried her own birthday: 900124.
It actually opened.
Ji Fan was startled, then her fingertips curled up.
Sure enough, the phone could still be used.
Although she had confirmed that the phone could be used, Ji Fan couldn’t help but want to take a look at what was in her phone.
She clicked on the album.
It was very ordinary, some photos from events, some saved stills of her favorite movies and TV shows, and all sorts of miscellaneous things.
Ji Fan was a little disappointed.
She wanted to see something else.
Just as she was about to close it, she accidentally opened a completely different page as she swiped her finger.
It was a private album that required a password to enter.
Ji Fan blinked.
She tried the same password she had entered before, the six-digit password of her birth date, and she successfully entered again.
There were many, many photos, all of herself. At press conferences, in daily life, sometimes it was a back view, sometimes a side profile.
Her finger continued to scroll down.
At the very bottom was a photo of a girl with a very youthful face, wearing a school uniform, standing on the podium of the high school multimedia classroom.
It was the photo from when she had returned to the school to give a speech by chance.
That seemed to be the first time Jiang Cha had seen her?
She secretly took a picture of her?
And, she had noticed her so early?
Ji Fan froze in place.
She had thought Jiang Cha liked her, but when all this was laid out before her, she was still stunned.
She liked her this much?
Ji Fan flipped through her phone bit by bit, and the browsing history of the search engine had not been deleted:
[Why doesn’t my girlfriend remember my birthday]
[Why do lovers suddenly become hot and cold]
[Why does my partner suddenly stop contacting me]
[How to tell if a girl likes you]
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Ji Fan’s fingers curled up slightly.
The feelings in her heart were complex.
She should be happy, after all, Jiang Cha cared about her to this extent; but she couldn’t be happy at all. She just felt something else, a heavy sense of guilt, a deep, deep guilt that made her feel like she couldn’t breathe.
Then she scrolled to a blue icon. A forum.
Did Jiang Cha still play with this kind of thing?
Ji Fan found it a bit funny. Reason told her not to look at other people’s privacy, but her fingers uncontrollably clicked on it.
The avatar was a bowl of light orange ginger soup with a few shreds of ginger floating in it, and below it was her posting record.
There was only one post.
The title was “Me and my Senior”.
Ji Fan’s heart was pounding, she had never been so nervous.
She opened the post.
It was like a diary.
There were many, many records, detailed and fragmented, showing that Jiang Cha’s mood was good and bad at different times.
She was happy because of “Senior”, and she was sad and upset because of “Senior”.
She kept scrolling down.
Her heart beat faster and faster.
The last sentence of the last post:
—”I really like my Senior.”
A warm feeling filled her heart, and her limbs tingled slightly for a moment.
So Jiang Cha really liked her that much.
Ji Fan hadn’t had the energy to think about those lovey-dovey things for many years. Like or dislike, it was an experience that was often had in student days.
But at this moment, her heart seemed to be filled with a sour and swollen feeling. The happiness was only for a brief moment, and then she felt that what she held in her hand became a little heavy—
She couldn’t bear such a pure emotion.
For a moment, she almost felt guilty, and even felt sorry for Jiang Cha—
In the past, when they were together, Ji Fan didn’t take her seriously at all. She treated Jiang Cha as someone who was dispensable and sometimes annoying. At that time, she thought Jiang Cha was just like herself, and didn’t care much, and didn’t have deep feelings for herself.
After all, there were too many people in this circle who were just playing around.
But Jiang Cha really liked her.
This kind of liking was very pure.
How many people in a lifetime could meet such a dedicated and sincere lover?
Ji Fan knew very well that with a large family fortune, it was inevitable that some people were just after her money, and she had a hard time telling who was after her money and who was sincere.
She’s reached the age of marriage, even if she likes girls, she should find someone to settle down with.
Jiang Cha is not bad.
Ji Fan thought, as a way to repay her feelings for me, why not just get married?
She’ll be happy, right?
Ji Fan thought to herself, and the guilt lessened slightly.
Jiang Cha was still asleep.
Ji Fan leaned over, brushed the stray hair from her ear, and lowered her long lashes, quietly looking at her.
She looked so obedient and quiet.
“Let’s get married,” Ji Fan leaned closer and kissed Jiang Cha’s earlobe, “Next week, okay?”
B@stard woman
Heh. Divorce quickly as well.