Late at night, Qu Yan rushed to the hospital.

After inquiring about the nurse Ji Zhuoran's ward, she went upstairs alone, and soon came outside his ward.

Rarely, she hesitated and stopped at the door of the ward. It was obvious that she could gently push the door open by just reaching out her hand, but she felt that the door in front of her suddenly became a heavy boulder. open.

But in the end, she pushed the door and walked in quietly.

In the ward, Ji Zhuoran slept in the dark, his expression seemed serene.

His eyebrows are still handsome, the outline is smooth and superior, and the bridge of the nose is high, but the deep eyes that are full of strong writing in the week are closed, making him seem to have a lot of temperament, not as sharp as when he was awake.

Qu Yan had never understood why he would often stare at her after she fell asleep.

But at this moment, she suddenly understood his complicated state of mind.

She also looked at his face quietly, her heart full of helplessness, complexity and entanglement.

"Ji Zhuoran, how should I face you, between us, how should I go on?" She asked silently.

She obviously didn't make any sound, but he seemed to be aware of something while he was sleeping, so he slowly opened his eyes, facing her in front of the hospital bed.

He looked at her, and she looked at him.

For a while, the two of them were speechless.

Finally, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "You are here."

"Well," Qu Yan nodded and asked softly, "How are you feeling now?"

"Fortunately," he said, his tone calm and calm as always.

"That's good," she was relieved knowing that he was okay.

The atmosphere between the two turned out to be a bit awkward for a while.

They obviously knew the problems that lay in front of them at this moment, but they also knew that those problems were extremely sharp, so they didn't want to touch them.

But after all, someone still has to make a decision.

Qu Yan looked at him in the dark, slowly squeezed his fists, paused every word, and said very seriously, "Ji Zhuoran, let's get a divorce."

This is not the first time she has filed for divorce, but it is the first time she has filed for divorce so seriously and so calmly.

"why?"

She confessed, "I can't let go of the past, grandma's death, Zhen'er's death, Song Rou's death... I don't know how to face you in the future. I want to sue Ji Peihong. I must sue him. You already know the matter. The two of us have almost been pushed to a dead end until now, so I think it's time for us to let go."

"I understand," he said, but then asked again, "Xiaoyan, do you remember what you said when you left a year ago?"

Qu Yan was stiff.

Of course she remembers.

"You said at that time, what you owe me, you will pay back as many as you want; what I owe you, you will take it back with your own hands, but now you have only returned a copy of "Deng Xiantu", on what basis can we talk about the relationship between us Are the accounts cleared?"

"But……"

He said, his voice was not strong, but it was still irrefutable, "No but, Qu Yan, what you owe me is far from being paid off. I disagree with the divorce."

Qu Yan was upset and out of Ji Zhuoran's ward.

She came today and originally wanted to get a divorce, at least to make the relationship between them not so complicated, but after all, she said the words "repaying the debt" personally. Now, the debts in the past have not been paid off, how can she pay two? Free from personal whirlpool relationships?

Helpless, she could only leave first.

Qu Yan just walked to the parking lot at the entrance of the hospital, and was about to get in the car, but Qu Ning's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Qu Yan."