After spending a night in Zhang Ziyi’s dormitory, Ye Haochuan got up early the next morning as usual. Seeing Zhang Ziyi sleeping soundly, he didn’t disturb her and prepared to quietly go out to buy her a hearty breakfast.
"Bread? That’s no good, it’s sothing Westerners eat, Huaxia people might not all like it. Buns and youtiao? No good, the ones outside aren’t clean anymore..."
Ye Haochuan suddenly realized he had set a difficult task for himself. Choosing a breakfast that was both healthy and delicious was not easy.
Damn, how could I forget even my family’s things?
Ye Haochuan suddenly patted his forehead, a wry smile on his face.
Soon, Ye Haochuan’s figure appeared at the entrance of the Chuani dicinal Cuisine Shop Haishan branch. Strictly speaking, this should be the main shop of Chuani dicinal Cuisine Shop, after all, it was the first shop.
However, since Xiao Haii shifted all her focus to the Imperial Capital, this place beca a branch.
Although this place didn’t use high-level spiritual dicine to attract custors like the main shop in the Imperial Capital, its long-standing good reputation kept the business booming.
"President Ye, what brings you here?" As soon as Ye Haochuan stepped in, a few salespeople recognized him.
"Just passing by, thought I’d stop in for a bite!" Ye Haochuan said casually, "By the way, where’s your Manager Yang?"
Manager Yang naturally referred to Yang Hong, who was in charge here after Han Xue’er went to the Imperial Capital. This woman, who had quite an association with Ye Haochuan, also occupied a place in his heart.
Having not seen her for so long, he wondered how she had been.
The salespeople exchanged glances, their expressions a bit somber as they said, "Manager Yang has been on sick leave for more than ten days now, and we don’t know how she is. We wanted to visit her, but we don’t know where she lives!"
"Actually, Manager Yang hasn’t been feeling well for a while, but she always said it was a minor issue and wouldn’t see a doctor. This ti, she suddenly took leave; could her condition have worsened?" another salesperson said worriedly.
Hearing this, Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but frown, and quickly dialed Yang Hong’s number.
The phone rang for a long ti, but no one answered.
Ye Haochuan began to worry too, lost his appetite for the dicinal cuisine, and directly used sword control to head to where Yang Hong lived.
Yang Hong still lived in the house Ye Haochuan had rented for her cheaply. When Ye Haochuan arrived, he found no one in the room. Judging by the state of the room, it seed unoccupied for several days.
"What’s going on?" Ye Haochuan wondered, inspecting the room, when he suddenly discovered a notebook on the dining table.
In his worry, he didn’t care about invading soone else’s privacy and slowly opened it to the first page.
"Today, I t a strange person who gave a bottle of strange dicine, saying it could cure the spots on my face. It must be a fraud, where in the world is there such a good dicine? Even if there were, it would surely be expensive, so why give it away for free?"
The first page docunted their first eting.
Ye Haochuan didn’t expect his goodwill to be thought of as a scam by Yang Hong. Forcing a smile, he turned to the second page.
"I couldn’t help but use that bottle of dicine, and unbelievably, it worked wonders! I never thought in my life that these annoying things on my face could disappear. That person must be a deity; otherwise, how could he have such a miraculous dicine..."
"Today, I finally t that person again. I initially wanted to invite him to a al, but unexpectedly, I learned that my father was critically ill. He agreed to co ho with to help treat my father without a second thought. Does he like ?"
"...I saw him again today, he helped again. Not only did he stand up for , he also found a cheap, nice place to live. I find myself starting to like him a bit!"
"..."
"It turns out he has a woman. Of course, only a woman like President Han is worthy of such an outstanding man. I know it’s fate, but every ti I think of it, I can’t help but want to cry!"
"..."
"He’s gone; they say he went to the Imperial Capital. Even though I tell myself over and over again that there’s no possibility for us, his image lingers in my mind. From childhood till now, I’ve never missed soone this much."
Ye Haochuan quietly read every word. Yang Hong’s diary recorded every encounter with him. All her love poured into this small diary.
It was the first ti he realized that Yang Hong later distanced herself because of Han Xue’er. No wonder, in the eyes of ordinary people, interfering in soone else’s relationship is looked down upon.
"This silly girl, why didn’t she share these feelings sooner?" Ye Haochuan chided with a smile.
If Yang Hong had known earlier about the won around Ye Haochuan, she might not have been so troubled and wouldn’t have been so heartbroken.
The following dozens of pages described the longing for not seeing Ye Haochuan for such a long ti. Until one page with a glaring bloodstain shocked him to his core.
"The illness returned. I thought it was just a mild cold, but it turned out to be hereditary lung disease. Father said mother died from this illness..."
"The treatnt is surprisingly ineffective, the blood I cough up is increasing. Am I going to die?"
"Finally sentenced to death. Heh, I didn’t expect my life to be ending in my twenties. Heaven really played quite a joke on !"
"Father told to find him, saying his dical skills are high and perhaps he can cure it. But I don’t want to find him. The illness has reached this stage, he’s not a deity, how can he cure it?
I already owe him so much. If I ask him for help again, I won’t be able to repay it even in my next life!"
Reading to this point, Ye Haochuan’s brows were knitted so tightly it seed as if water could be wrung from them.
"This fool, thinking about useless things at a ti like this!"
His concern reached its utmost limit, and based on Yang Hong’s diary entries, she was likely already gravely ill. Without treatnt, it might truly be too late.
The last page contained only one sentence.
"Better to return ho and await death, how could father afford the dical expenses alone?
This way, I can also avoid the inner turmoil of whether I should miss him.
If there’s a next life, heaven, please let et him first!"
"This life isn’t over yet, talking about next life?" Ye Haochuan cursed under his breath, instantly flying out of the room.
According to Yang Hong’s account, she should be in her hotown now.
Ye Haochuan raced on his sword, appearing at the entrance of Yang Hong’s hotown within just a few minutes.
But at this mont, a mournful wail ca from inside the house: "Daughter, co back to life! How is your father supposed to live now you’ve gone?"
Ye Haochuan’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, and he rushed in swiftly.
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