Mr. Huo, my wife is offering 1000 billion for divorce!

Liang Zixuan was so angry that his face turned blue, "Huo Yunting, who is your brother?!"

Not only did he not help him, he also questioned him together with Xiao Muzhen.

"You are my brother, but I will definitely stand on my wife's side. Even if it is you, can you stand on my side between Zhen Yan and me?"

Facing Huo Yunting's matter-of-fact expression, Liang Zixuan was speechless.

"You... forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you about this. I'll go back tonight and come see Yanyan after she wakes up!"

Not long after Liang Zixuan left, Zhen Yan woke up.

She slowly opened her eyes. There was soft light all around her and a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, which made her realize that she was in the hospital.

She tried to sit up, but her weakness made her movements clumsy.

At this moment, a warm and strong hand gently supported her. It was Xiao Muzhen.

"Yanyan, you finally woke up!" Xiao Muzhen's voice was full of concern and joy. She carefully adjusted the pillow to make Zhen Yan more comfortable.

Zhen Yan looked at Xiao Muzhen's familiar face, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She smiled slightly, her voice weak but full of doubt, "Zhenzhen, why are you here?"

"I saw online that you were chased by a sasaeng fan and got into a car accident, so I rushed over."

"It's so late, and you guys are still here. I'm fine, you should go back and rest. Yueyao will cry if she can't see you."

Zhen Yan tucked the quilt in for her and whispered, "It's okay. Yun Ting will be back soon. I will take care of you here tonight."

"No, I feel fine now. I'll ask Sister Hong to find a nurse for me later."

Xiao Muzhen looked at her unhappily, "Okay, don't say anything, just lie down and I'll take care of the rest."

Seeing that Xiao Muzhen had no intention of leaving, Zhen Yan had no choice but to nod, "Okay, Zhenzhen, thank you."

Xiao Muzhen rolled her eyes, "Do we still need to say thank you to each other?"

Zhen Yan nodded, her eyes inadvertently sweeping out the window. It was late at night, and the stars were twinkling.

She remembered that it was Liang Zixuan who saved her before, but when she woke up she didn't see him.

"Yes, did you see Liang Zixuan when you came?"

"I saw it, but I scolded him and he ran away."

Thinking of all the anger Zhen Yan had endured when she was with Liang Zixuan, Xiao Muzhen became furious.

Zhen Yan was stunned for a moment and bit her lower lip. "Actually, he saved me today, and I haven't had time to thank him yet."

Seeing this, Xiao Muzhen sighed softly, and his tone was more serious and concerned: "Yanyan, since you mentioned Liang Zixuan, let's have a good chat. How do you feel about him now? Have you ever thought about how to face the past and present between you?"

Zhen Yan was silent for a moment, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She spoke slowly, her voice soft but clear: "Zhenzhen, I understand your worries. As for Zixuan, I now just regard him as an ordinary friend. Although the pain in the past sometimes makes me sad, I have also learned to let it go and let it go."

She paused and continued, "I know he saved me, and I will always remember this kindness. But gratitude is not the same as love. I will find a suitable opportunity to thank him in person, and I will also let him know that there is no possibility for us to go back to the way we were before."

After hearing what Zhen Yan said, Xiao Muzhen couldn't help but feel relieved.

She patted the back of Zhen Yan's hand, her eyes full of relief and encouragement: "Yan Yan, I'm really glad that you think this way. The most taboo thing about love is dragging things out. It's enough for you to clearly realize your feelings."