The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 72

The rain had fallen for a week straight; the city had entered its rainy season. The weather was overcast, the streets were damp, and dark green moss grew on the hospital walls. Lin Luoluo was observing this when she heard a voice say, “Found her, she’s in the ICU on the first floor.”

Sang Jing’s cast had been removed, but her leg was still awkward, and she walked slowly. It was as if her newly healed leg was unfamiliar to her. She wore a gray windbreaker, whose fluorescent material reflected a soft white glow in the dim light.

The weather was so dark that the hospital kept the lights on even during the day. The lobby floor was tracked with a dirty streak that extended all the way into the patient rooms.

The gloomy atmosphere made her uneasy. Following Sang Jing to the door of the patient’s room, Lin Luoluo saw a man sitting on the hallway’s lounge chair, his hands clasped over his head.

Gu Beichen was unshaven, his hair messy, and he was in a state of world-weary despair. Hearing footsteps, he raised his head and stared blankly at the arrivals, his eyes lifeless.

Sang Jing sat down next to him. “Still not awake? What did the doctor say?”

Gu Beichen deflated like a burst balloon, his shoulders slumping wearily. His voice was low and weak.

“There’s no hope… the doctor said to pull the plug…”

“My family cut off my cards. Thank you for helping me pay the treatment fees.”

Sang Jing asked, “Did they find the driver?”

The hatred in Gu Beichen’s eyes was startlingly intense.

“That area was a blind spot for the surveillance cameras. They tracked the hit-and-run vehicle, but the person hasn’t been found.”

“But I won’t give up.”

“She got hurt because of me…” Gu Beichen buried his head in his hands, not wanting Sang Jing to see him cry, but his bloodshot eyes had already betrayed his inner turmoil.

“She said she wanted to talk to me, and I arranged to meet her there. I never thought something would happen.”

Gu Beichen gritted his teeth and said, “It’s all my fault.”

“I won’t give up until the very last moment!”

Sang Jing didn’t speak; she just patted his shoulder.

“Let me know if you need anything at all.”

Gu Beichen nodded.

The two sat quietly for a while, until a group of people—men, women, old, and young—poured out of the elevator. They looked through the glass window of the ICU and saw He Jin. A middle-aged couple instantly went weak in the knees. If not for the people next to them catching them, they would have likely slid onto the floor.

Gu Beichen stood up. Sang Jing didn’t move, and Lin Luoluo sat next to her. They watched as Gu Beichen bent down to offer his apologies, but He Jin’s family couldn’t let him go. In their grief, they emotionally grabbed his collar.

Lin Luoluo worriedly asked, “Aren’t you going to try to reason with them?”

Sang Jing looked at her and asked, “How would I reason with them?”

Lin Luoluo fell silent.

“He Jin shouldn’t have died. She was a smart woman. After learning Gu Beichen’s identity, she knew their social status was mismatched. When Gu Beichen’s mother approached her, she would have taken the money and left.”

“But now no one is giving her that chance.”

“Did she do it?” Lin Luoluo asked with difficulty, referring to Sang Jing.

Sang Jing turned her head and smiled at her, a strange smile.

“I told you, disasters would appear one after another.”

This sentence sounded like a prophecy.

He Jin was taken off life support.

He Jin’s parents had wept and yelled, but He Jin’s life still reached its end. Gu Beichen had done everything he could, yet he still couldn’t save her life.

On the day the plug was pulled, the sky strangely cleared, but only for a fleeting moment. The person was sent to the crematorium and turned into a pile of white ash.

Lin Luoluo was mixed in with the crowd of mourners, gazing at He Jin’s unfamiliar portrait.

She had never met her, only heard of her.

But the loss of such a young, vibrant life was difficult to accept.

Sang Jing stood next to Lin Luoluo, holding an umbrella. Dressed in all black—black top, black pants—she looked serene.

The light rain drizzled down, wetting the muddy ground and splashing mud onto Sang Jing’s trousers. Lin Luoluo was silent, as still as a stone.

Lin Luoluo watched as the box containing the ashes was interred. Everyone was hushed, the atmosphere so heavy that her neck felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and she couldn’t lift her head.

The raindrops hit the colorful umbrellas, opening like transparent flowers.

As everyone bid farewell to the young soul, Lin Luoluo saw Gu Beichen standing blankly in front of the tombstone without an umbrella. His black clothes were soaked and clung to his body, and water was dripping from his hair. Lin Luoluo couldn’t make out his expression, but she thought it must be grief.

She closed her eyes in distress, then heard Sang Jing say, “She has arrived.”

Lin Luoluo looked up and saw a face very similar to Sang Jing’s in the distance. She was holding a black umbrella and wearing a red dress. The red high heels on her feet made a distinct “thud” as they struck the bluestone pavement. Everyone’s eyes turned toward her strangely, as if she were the demon king making a final, grand entrance.

Lan Yingying walked up to the tombstone, reached out behind her, and an assistant handed her a chrysanthemum. She placed it before the grave, looked at the photo on the stone, her lips curling slightly before she pressed them back down.

“My condolences,” she said.

Her gaze landed on Gu Beichen.

Gu Beichen looked much more haggard. His eyes swept over Lan Yingying with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

Lan Yingying said, “Long time no see.”

Gu Beichen’s face was pale. She tilted her umbrella towards him, but Gu Beichen blocked it.

The black umbrella fell onto the bluestone. Lan Yingying glanced at it, and her assistant appropriately tilted his own umbrella to shelter his miss.

Lan Yingying arrogantly lifted her chin and said with a sneer, “Gu Beichen, I can’t believe you’d be so miserable over a woman. Is this still the man I know? Didn’t you say women are just things to play with? Who are you trying to put on a show of deep affection for here?”

Gu Beichen looked somewhat dazed.

He had said those words before, but that was a long time ago, before he met Zhang Qiu.

He was no different from those wealthy playboys, except that he met Zhang Qiu, who taught him what responsibility and love were. After breaking up with Zhang Qiu, he fell in love with He Jin. He Jin was the only woman who gave him a feeling of family, but now He Jin was dead too.

With a numb expression, he said, “Lin Luoluo, stop this scene. I will cancel the engagement.”

Lan Yingying’s expression changed. She became extremely furious, losing her high-and-mighty composure and shouting like a shrew, “Gu Beichen, you wish! I will not cancel the engagement!”

Gu Beichen didn’t bother to deal with her; he pushed her aside and walked away dejectedly.

The people in the cemetery gradually dispersed. Mumbling to Lin Luoluo while blending in with the crowd, Sang Jing sighed, “We don’t have much time left.”

A House Divided

The rain continued incessantly for the next few days. The sun hadn’t appeared for half a month, and at night, the air was perpetually foggy, with no moon visible. Theories of the apocalypse were circulating widely online.

Lin Luoluo sat by the window, watching the oppressive sky outside.

Zhang Qiu’s flight was delayed. With the current drizzle, she wondered if the plane would even be able to take off today.

The bedroom door suddenly opened. Her father had returned to check on her.

Father Lin walked to his daughter’s window and saw that Lin Luoluo was still asleep.

He sighed, tucked in her blanket, and gave a few instructions to the nurse before stepping out.

Outside the door, her mother and father were talking.

“I want to transfer Luoluo abroad. I contacted a hospital; their neurosurgery department is very famous. Maybe they can find the cause of Luoluo’s illness.”

“The continuous rain lately makes flying unsafe,” Father Lin advised. “Try to see if they can do an online consultation.”

“I’ve already sent them the medical records. They said it’s best if she comes in person. I want to take Luoluo over to try. Maybe it’ll work?”

Father Lin sighed. “I’m not trying to stop you, but what if something happens if you take a plane in this weather?”

Tan Yi (Mother Lin) flared up.

“This won’t work, that won’t work! You have to come up with a solution!”

“All you ever think about is work, work! Is our daughter not as important as your job?”

“Do you know what will happen if she keeps sleeping like this? Do you know how painful it is for me to see other kids the same age as Luoluo? You don’t even come home! Do you not want to be married anymore?”

“No,” Father Lin sighed, his face full of exhaustion.

“I’m being reasonable. How can a plane take off in this weather? What if something happens to you on the way? I didn’t say I wouldn’t let you go!” Father Lin’s voice also rose.

“Then you figure it out! If not a plane, then anything! I have to take Luoluo to get treated!”

They began to quarrel, their voices growing louder and louder.

Inside the room, Lin Luoluo felt terrible listening. This had become a constant recently.

As soon as her father came home, he and her mother would start arguing within three sentences. It had never been like this before; their home felt like it had changed.

Lin Luoluo knew exactly why it had changed: it was all because of her.

She sat on the bay window, hugging her legs in distress. Her parents only stopped arguing when Lin Xiangdong (her brother) returned.

Lin Xiangdong had been busy lately. The partnership with the Mu Group had entered a fever pitch, requiring him to be present for many critical tasks. However, the project was stalled due to the continuous rain, and the money was flowing out like water. It was originally scheduled for completion in one month, and after half a month, it still hadn’t been delivered. Lin Xiangdong was also consumed with anxiety.

Upon returning, he habitually went to check on his sister. Seeing Lin Luoluo still asleep, he revealed a rare hint of melancholy.

“If you keep sleeping, our family might fall apart.”

His father and mother’s arguments had escalated from daily fights to mutual accusations.

Lin Xiangdong rarely saw his parents argue; they had always been amiable.

But for the past few days, Lin Xiangdong could sense the tension between them.

He sat by Lin Luoluo’s bedside for a long time until a phone call pulled him away.

“What? You got into a car accident? Are you okay? Where are you? I’m coming right now!”

Lin Xiangdong hung up and called out to his parents, “My friend got into a car accident and is in the hospital. I have to go! I’ll skip dinner!”

“Huh? Which friend?” Tan Yi asked, puzzled, looking at the clock on the wall, which showed it was already nine in the evening.

Lin Xiangdong frantically grabbed his car keys and said, “Zhang Qiu, the one who’s been coming to see Luoluo the past few days. Her flight was delayed, and she just got back. The road must have been too slick; the car flipped, and she was just taken to the hospital! I have to go help. She only has an old grandmother at home! No one else can help her.”

“Then be careful on the road and go quickly!” Tan Yi looked at the sky worriedly. “Watch the road and drive slowly!”

“I know,” Lin Xiangdong responded, put on his jacket, and headed for the garage to start the car.

The headlights turned on, and Lin Luoluo followed after him.

Zhang Qiu was in an accident, too?!

Sitting in the car, she was tense, wishing she could fly to the hospital.

They hit a series of red lights. Lin Xiangdong anxiously honked the horn. Between rush hour traffic and the rain, the entire road was completely blocked.

“Damn this weather!”

He and Lin Luoluo cursed together.

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