In the pristine white ward, the humidifier's mist swirls then dissipates overhead.

The white curtain by the bed side flutters back and forth gently in the breeze.

By the sickbed, Lin Xiaoyue, dressed in a white T-shirt and a light blue long skirt, grips the patient's hand tightly.

She possesses a fantastic S-curvilinear figure, and a standard oval face adorned with exquisite features. Her eyes are big and lively, while her eyelashes naturally curl beautifully without the need for any enhancements.

Her skin is very fair, so much so that it competes with the whiteness of the bed sheets.

At this moment, she's doing her best to control her emotions.

"Xiaoyue, you and... Xiaotao must be... hap..."

"Happy," she grips the patient's hand even tighter, uttering these two words herself.

"Brother Chen, don't worry. After you leave, I promise to eat well and take good care of myself. I won't let myself down. I’m planning to get married within half a year. A year from now, I’ll have a baby. I’ll definitely live a happy life. Thank you for taking care of me all these years. Now... you can go in peace."

The eyes of the man on the sickbed blink faintly and tears flow.

The long beep from the monitor echoes in the room.

A sweet smile still hangs on her face, but her eyes are filled with unstoppable tears.

Hao Chen, her Brother Chen, has silently cared for her from the day she got sent to the orphanage.

He told her that he took care of her as if she were his own little sister, who was about the same age.

Wherever his sister might be, he hoped she would also encounter a kind-hearted person who would take care of her just as he did for Lin Xiaoyue.

But now, her brother who had taken care of her from childhood was gone.

He would no longer appear in her world.

Brother Chen, before his death, had hoped that she could marry Ling Hantao. But what he didn't know was that the bastard named Ling Hantao, the guy whom she had grown up with from the orphanage, her boyfriend, who had just given her a ring last Wednesday, had cheated on her just the night before.

She set a trap and caught him red-handed in the hotel. Despite being in the wrong, he didn't feel guilty at all, but instead arrogantly told her: "Lin Xiaoyue, I am a man, not a saint. The love I need is not just hand-holding and hugs. I have needs too. We have known each other for 17 years and haven't been intimate. Do you think we are really suitable? Xiaoyue, we have depended on each other for so many years, I don't want to fall out with you. Really, let's just end it this way. You are only suitable to be my sister. I want a woman who can help me in my career, and satisfy me physically. And you clearly don't fit the bill."

She clenched her teeth and said to him, "Ling Hantao, you are simply despicable."

Then, she arrogantly threw the bank card they had together at his face: "This is a disease, and it needs treatment. Take this money to get treatment, and never show up in front of me again."

With that, she turned around and left with her head held high, not even sparing a glance at the third party in the room.

In this breakup scene, where she felt that her performance was sophisticated, she was actually the one who lost everything.

After dealing with her brother's affairs, she felt that she could hardly breathe.

In a taxi, looking at the serene night scene, she didn't know what else she could do.

Her brother was gone, her man had left.

"Miss, where are you heading to?" The taxi driver asked her for the third time through the rearview mirror.

She suddenly remembered what Suyiyi had said.

"In such a time when sadness overflows like a river, go to the Imperial Club to look at handsome men, ease your worries. If you're lucky, you may even come across a romantic encounter or something."

Lin Xiaoyue lifted her eyes and replied: "Driver, to the Imperial Club please."