4

I stayed in the hospital for three days and three nights, but Ethan never showed up, and I had long since given up any hope.

Vincent stayed by my side all day and night for the past three days. He had someone cook my favorite light dishes, applied medicine on me on time, and even when I fell asleep at night, he stayed by my bedside with his head propped up.

Once I fell into a deep sleep, I had endless nightmares. I dreamed of cold blades, abandoned warehouses, men's hideous grins, and Ethan's back as he left without hesitation.

Every time I woke up screaming, Vincent would wake up instantly, hug me in his arms reflexively, and comfort me softly: " Jasmine , don't be afraid!" "I'm here, I'm here!"

Until the doctor said I was recovered and could be discharged from the hospital, Vincent drove to take me to Chunjiang Villa.

Chunjiang Villa and the castle behind it were birthday gifts Ethan gave me when I was eighteen years old.

When we arrived, I cowered in the car and refused to get out. "I was living in there alone, and they broke in and kidnapped me. I don't want to go back!"

Vincent's eyes flashed with distress, "Then come home with me, okay?"

I nodded. After living in Vincent's house for two weeks, Ethan called me for the first time after the accident. He started with a very calm voice: " Jasmine , tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival. My mother wants you to go back to the old house for dinner." "Hello? Can you hear me, Jasmine ?" I didn't say anything and hung up the phone with tears in my eyes. It turned out that Mid-Autumn Festival had arrived.

I remember last month, when I went to visit Mrs. Brown at the old house, she smiled and held my hand and said, "My son Ethan will be back next month. If nothing goes wrong, you two will get engaged on the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

But now, everything has changed.

I just curled up in Vincent's house and acted like a turtle.

The phone rang several more times.

They were all missed calls from Ethan, so I turned off my phone.

The next day, Ethan actually found Vincent's house. He was standing downstairs in a black windbreaker, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and called me.

"Come down."

"Come back to the old house with me."