Since then, she returned to Beicheng and had no contact with Ruan Jiang for nearly half a month.

  She doesn't take the initiative to contact him, and he won't either.

  Between them, there was always a growing gap, and an endless cold war that never stopped.

  She thought a lot and did a lot during that time.

  The only thing worth being happy about is probably that thesis, which was revised countless times, finally satisfied myself.

  She messed up the previous content and then deleted it and started from scratch.

  This time her content was also very satisfactory to Professor Qian after he read it. In less than two days after she handed it in, Professor Qian had already arranged a meeting with her.

  She had heard rumors in the dormitory that the photography department had an exchange quota for Yale University this year.

  She never thought that this honor would fall on her own head, after all, in this semester, her attitude towards professional study was far from worthy of such an honor.

  Professor Qian was surprised when he talked to her, she's a junior this year, but has no plans for the future and no clear goals.

  Such confusion was something she had never experienced before, as she had always been a person with a clear plan for her life.

  But now she is wavering, she is hesitating.

  She sat by the window with the note in her hand, thinking alone for a long time.

  From dusk till nightfall, when the sky turned dark, she was overwhelmed with emotions, yet couldn't put her pen to paper.

  Professor Qian said she doesn't have to worry about funding issues, the school will take care of it.

  What can make her worried, wavering and uncertain is not a matter of money at all.

  Her heart was in disarray, like a tangled headphone cord, scattered and fragmented, with no idea where to start or how to untangle it.

  *

  Jiang Yan thought, life is like a joke that's constantly being performed.

  The things that lead people to despair and collapse seem to come one after another as soon as they start.

  She never thought Yang Sifang would contact her again, at least she thought that the two of them would have no more connection.

  She didn't change her phone number, she just unilaterally deleted Yang Sifang.

  When the phone rang, she felt somewhat familiar but couldn't recall who it was.

  The mother in memory is stingy, acid-tongued and self-interested.

  The word "mother" might have been beautiful to her once, but she can't remember it anymore.

  Jiang Yan thought that Yang Si Fang would at least not end up in a miserable state, even if she didn't live the life she wanted.

  After all, she is such a clever person, even if she doesn't get along with Zheng Hu Li, she will definitely plan for her own future.

  When she heard her voice, Jiang Yan felt a little dazed and detached from the world.

  She hadn't even had time to speak when Yang Sifang launched into a long, rambling speech.

  She's probably got cancer and needs Jiangyan to pay for treatment.

  Kidney cancer, now undergoing dialysis, and the property divided with Zheng Hu Li at the time of divorce has been used up. She has only one daughter, saying that Jiang Yan must fulfill her obligations as a child.

  Jiang Yan was somewhat moved, and when she heard it, she couldn't help but feel amused, even laughing out loud.

  Jiang Yan went to the hospital where Yang Si Fang lived that afternoon, and according to Yang Si Fang's words, she had spent all her money on medical treatment, but when Jiang Yan entered, she was still living in the most luxurious single room.

  Jiang Yan felt that in her life, she seemed to always be playing the role of having something to do with Lang Jun and nothing to do with Xia Ying Chun.

  Whether it was Ruan Jianglin or Yang Sifang, they only remembered her when she seemed to be of some use.

  Yang Sifang's intention was simple: she had raised Jiangyan after all, and now that she was ill, it was only natural for Jiangyan to take care of her.

  Jiang Yan gazed at Yang Si Fang's face, which was now covered in age spots. She had probably undergone many dialysis sessions and had become somewhat gaunt, with a shaved head and a pale complexion. However, the greed in her eyes could not be erased.

  "I don't have money."

  Jiang Yan was telling the truth, she really didn't have much money, and now being asked to take out 2,000 yuan is a problem.

  She was also accustomed to relying on Ruan Jiang, and after following him, she quit all her previous part-time jobs.

  The remaining scholarship was also used by Ruan Jianglin to buy that button.

  After hearing this, Yang Si Fang picked up a water cup from the cabinet and smashed it onto Jiang Yan's head.

  She didn't have time to dodge, and the water cup smashed heavily on her forehead before shattering into pieces on the ground.

  Luckily, it was just cold water.

  Her forehead suddenly started bleeding profusely, flowing down rapidly, and some people reached out their hands.

  She didn't dare to touch it because it hurt so much.

  "You're a retribution! You're the trouble left to me by your short-lived old dad! I've raised you with great difficulty, and now you won't even take out money for your mom's medical treatment! You don't have money, right? Now some female college students are being kept by men, why don't you go too? Go find one!"

  Her emotions were fluctuating wildly, her eyes seemed to be about to jump out of their sockets. Jiang Yan was her last straw, she rushed over and grabbed Jiang Yan's arms, shaking them: "Can't you still borrow some? You go! You go!"

  "Jiang Yan, can you save your mom? Save me!" Yang Si Fang kept shaking her body.

  "Keep dreaming!" Jiang Yan roared, tears bursting out in an instant. Although she was normally calm and collected, she had once been a child who yearned for her mother's love, but reality always seemed to slap her in the face.

  Jiang Yan felt like she had just been knocked out, her whole head was spinning, Yang Si Fang's screams and tearing sounds were loud, the blood on her forehead kept seeping out, blurring her eyes.

  The nurse heard the voice inside and rushed over to pull them apart. Jiang Yan fainted directly.

  When she woke up, her forehead was wrapped in gauze. Obviously, Yang Sifang's mental state was not normal at all.

  The nurse said that since Yang Sifang received treatment, her mental and emotional state has been abnormal.

  Cancer patients go through many stages of emotional change, especially when they are fearful, and it is at these times that they need the encouragement and companionship of their families.

  Ke Yang Si Fang has been alone since she was hospitalized.

  In the process of fighting cancer, as physical pain comes, so does mental torture, as if watching one's own life countdown, time slipping away bit by bit.

  She suffered from anxiety and hyperactivity, with emotions easily agitated.

  Jiang Yan's forehead was injured quite seriously, with a cut on it. However, the treatment was timely and the doctor said that if she takes good care of it, there won't be any scarring.

  That evening, she stood in front of Yang Sifang's ward door for a long time wearing her hospital gown.

  As for Yang Sifang's memories, she couldn't think of a single good aspect about her.

  She stood for a long time until her legs were numb and her waist began to ache slightly before she returned to her own ward.

  According to her nature, she didn't want to interfere with Yang Sifang's affairs at first, but in the end, she still did.

  (End of chapter)