Fang Shaoyi said that he wouldn't leave Yuan Ye alone, after lying in the ICU for so many days.

How could Yuan Ye accept this? He stared at Fang Shaoyi with dead eyes: "You weren't even conscious, and you're telling me now that you won't leave me? That's bullshit."

Whatever he said, Fang Shaoyi went along with it, nodding and admitting, "Yes, it's all bullshit. I was wrong."

Yuan Ye glared at him. That day, he said a lot. For every sentence he said, Fang Shaoyi nodded and admitted to it, then apologized to him, saying he was wrong.

In the late night, this outburst of hysterical questioning completely exhausted Yuan Ye. The energy he had been holding onto seemed to have dissipated. He sat on his bed in a relaxed state, not sitting up straight.

Fang Shaoyi whispered, "Go to sleep, I'll watch over you. I'll definitely recover well, just see how I perform?"

After venting, Yuan Ye's mind was now even a bit empty, almost blank. But the strong sense of exhaustion made him not want to move anymore, not even wanting to wash his face. He just lay down and slept. He slept facing Fang Shaoyi's side and before sleeping, he deeply looked at him.

Fang Shaoyi's tenderness was always present. He gazed over, and even Yuan Ye could feel his gaze.

After Yuan Ye fell asleep, Fang Shaoyi quietly got up and walked to the bathroom, holding his injured side. He grabbed a warm towel and sat on Yuan Ye's bed, gently wiping his face. He was very careful and gentle. Yuan Ye had lost weight, and at his age, losing weight could easily make one look older.

Yuan Ye's appearance used to make him look younger, but now it matched his age. Fang Shaoyi lightly touched the small, beautiful dimple above Yuan Ye's eye with his thumb.

Yuan Ye slept soundly, so much so that when the others came in the morning, he still hadn't woken up. Ji Xiaotao brought breakfast over, and Fang Shaoyi had just come out of the bathroom after washing up. Ji Xiaotao came over to help him, but Fang Shaoyi shushed for him to be quiet.

Ji Xiaotao lowered his voice and said, "Uncle and Aunt want to come over later, I'll go pick them up."

Fang Shaoyi nodded and replied, "Wait a bit later, let him rest longer."

Ji Xiaotao looked out at Yuan Ye, feeling a pang in his heart. "My Brother Ye hasn't slept in days. He's been tense the whole time, and I was afraid he might break."

Fang Shaoyi looked at Yuan Ye and shook his head gently. "He won't."

If he hadn't put his heart at ease, he wouldn't relax at all. Yuan Ye's determination was unyielding, and he could keep going without letting up. Fang Shaoyi whispered to Ji Xiaotao, who nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, brother."

On that day, Yuan Ye slept straight through until the afternoon. People came and went in the ward, but Yuan Ye didn't move a muscle even when the nurses spoke to Fang Shaoyi during their rounds. Whenever someone entered, Fang Shaoyi would give them a quiet "shh" gesture.

Normally, no one was allowed to sleep in the accompanying bed at this time, and they had to wait until the doctor finished their rounds in the morning. However, their situation was a bit special, and the doctors and nurses didn't enforce the rules too strictly.

When Fang Shaoyi's parents came to visit, he asked them to go back home first. After all, they were getting older, and Fang Shaoyi was worried about them. But Fang Han said, "Don't worry about us. Just take care of yourself."

Fang Shaoyi said, "I'm worried about you guys staying here, and I need some time to recuperate. Don't stay here and waste your time. Dad, you go back to your work, and I'll come back to live with you after I'm discharged from the hospital."

His mother said, "Your dad can go back, but I'll stay here."

"No," Fang Shaoyi smiled at her and said, "As long as Yuan Ye is here, it's fine. I'm not at ease with you staying here alone."

After he said that, they didn't insist on staying. They couldn't help much, and Fang Shaoyi would have to worry about them.

Yuan Ye was startled awake by a loud noise. Upon hearing a "boom", he suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay," Fang Shaoyi was startled for a moment, then quickly said to him, "You go back to sleep."

Yuan Ye sat up and asked, "What happened? What was that sound?"

Geng Jinwei sat on a chair next to Fang Shaoyi's hospital bed, half-smiling as he said, "The balloon burst."

Yuan Ye blinked and then looked at Fang Shaoyi, who looked slightly annoyed. Fang Shaoyi asked him, "Are you still going to sleep?"

Yuan Ye checked his phone and was surprised that it was already so late. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I won't sleep anymore."

He stood up, folded the blanket, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Fang Shaoyi whispered to Geng Jinwei, "I said we shouldn't blow it yet, but you insisted."

Geng Jinwei still had that same expression on his face, with a vague smile. "Did I tell you to do it?" he asked. "It was the nurse who said so."

"You should go back," Fang Shaoyi said, frowning slightly.

"I'll leave tomorrow," Geng Jinwei shrugged, picked up the report on the nearby cabinet, rolled it into a tube, and hit Fang Shaoyi's leg with it. "You think I want to come? If you hadn't gotten into trouble, then why would I come? I have better things to do than worry about you."

Yuan Ye came out after washing up, wiping his face with a towel and saying, "There are some people that you don't need to worry about."

Both of them looked over, and Geng Jinwei raised an eyebrow and asked, "You? You're no better, you're practically my ancestor."

Yuan Ye laughed and said, "I'm not even an artist in your company, let alone a star."

Geng Jinwei didn't say anything and ignored his comment.

Yuan Ye walked over to the other side of Fang Shaoyi, squatted down to look at the bubbles in his drainage tube, and asked, "Have you had your fruits today? How many balloons did you blow up?"

Fang Shaoyi couldn't resist the urge to touch Yuan Ye beside him. He placed his hand on top of his head and rubbed back and forth.

"I've eaten the fruits, and blown up the balloons," he said. "Xiaotao brought you some food, it's over there. Hurry up and eat."

"I asked you how many you blew," Yuan Ye didn't let him get away with it, raising an eyebrow and looking up.

"He hasn't blown a single one," Geng Jinwei chimed in.

Yuan Ye threw the balloons at him. "Blow them then," he said, standing up to go eat.

Yuan Ye had been receiving more phone calls than usual these days, but there was nothing he couldn't handle. Guan Zhou was a hotspot for all sorts of gossip, and Yuan Ye received his call while eating, and asked, "What's up, Zhou'er?"

"Brother Ye, I heard that something happened to Shaoyi's crew. Is everything okay?" Guan Zhou asked over the phone.

Ye Yuan didn't deny it and simply responded with a "Mm, he got injured, but it's fine now. Don't worry about it."

Guan Zhou said, "I heard it was pretty serious. Whatever you need, just let me know."

"Sure," Ye Yuan chuckled, "Thanks."

Rumors began to spread online, with some claiming that Fang Shaoyi had been in a serious accident on set and didn't survive.

At first, people thought it was just nonsense. After all, such stories often appear in the media. But the power of netizens should never be underestimated. They followed every lead and eventually found out that the accident was indeed real. Once someone spoke up, evidence began to surface one by one.

The fans were completely panicked. Both Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye's Weibo accounts were exploding with messages from fans begging for them to say something and let everyone know they were safe. Even passersby were asking about it.

Netizens had already spread rumors that this was all because of the grudge between them and He Han, and that they were being retaliated against. The fans weren't even in the mood to go to He Han's Weibo account to cause a commotion anymore, they were too anxious.

Fang Shaoyi's condition was gradually stabilizing, and Yuan Ye wasn't afraid to let people know that he was injured. He had Ji Xiaotao post on both of their Weibo accounts, saying that it was just a minor injury and that there was no need to worry.

Yuan Ye sat on Fang Shaoyi's bed and took a picture, leaning against him and making a silly face while raising his eyebrows. Fang Shaoyi was only partially visible in the photo, with one hand resting on Yuan Ye's head.

Fans finally let out a sigh of relief when they saw this photo, and continued to cry and pray. Despite the fact that Fang Shaoyi was really wearing a hospital gown, and his thin wrists showed just how much weight he had lost, at least the previous rumors were not true, right? He was stable, wasn't he?

Afterwards, Yuan Ye's parents also arrived. Yuan Ye had not told them about them earlier, afraid that they would worry. But once Fang Shaoyi was out of danger, there was nothing to worry about, so the elderly couple took a flight and arrived the next day.

Yuan Ye hugged his mother and said, "Hey, hey, Mom, don't cry, he'll feel pressured if you cry."

"I'm not crying, I'm not crying." The old lady wiped away her tears, sat next to Fang Shaoyi, and touched his arm and hand. "You've suffered, Shaoyi."

Fang Shaoyi looked really disheveled now, completely different from before. His hair was shaved and he still had a tube attached to his body, which made anyone who saw him feel uneasy. After all these years, Fang Shaoyi was like a half-son to the family, and seeing him like this was unbearable.

"It's okay, Mom. I'll be fine in a couple of months," Fang Shaoyi comforted her.

"What's okay about it? Do you think I don't know?" the old lady wiped her eyes. "It's your lungs we're talking about. How can it recover so easily?"

"It won't affect him. Young people recover quickly," Yuan Ye said beside them. "He really is okay."

The elderly couple didn't stay long and went back after two days. The hospital was already bustling with people, and they couldn't do much to help.

Except for those who were truly close to him, Fang Shaoyi had turned down all visitors who expressed their desire to come and see him. He needed to rest, and if he were to open his doors to guests, he wouldn't have anything else to do but wait for them all day.

With such serious injuries, if he allowed visitors, half the people in the industry would have to make a trip to visit him, as long as they had the slightest connection with him.

So, he decided that no one should come to see him.

Even Jian Xu, who came in the middle of the night, had to sneak in. He wore a hat and a mask, and his assistant, Dong Lin, followed behind him with a large backpack.

Fang Shaoyi looked at him helplessly and asked, "Why are you here? What time is it now?"

"F*ck this, there's all sorts of stories going around, if I don't take a look with my own eyes, I'll be worried to death," Jian Xu furrowed his brows and scolded. Then he continued, "You shouldn't stay here, the conditions are terrible. I'll help you contact someplace better to recuperate, it's a great place, very peaceful."

Fang Shaoyi smiled and shook his head, "No need, I don't want to be discharged and go through all that again. It doesn't matter where I am."

Currently, Jian Xu is filming a detective movie. Originally, Fang Shaoyi was supposed to take on the project, but he passed it on to Jian Xu instead. It just goes to show how strong their relationship is, otherwise it would have been easy for the other person to overthink and believe that he was just giving away something he didn't want.

Once the movie is finished, if it did well then things would be fine, but if it doesn't do well, he might even blame him for it. You let me film this piece of junk? And I owe you a favor too?

That's why if their relationship wasn't as close as it was, he wouldn't have given these resources to the other person. It was a very complicated matter.

There wasn't much calculation between Fang Shaoyi and Jian Xu. Jian Xu really needed to consider transitioning, and Fang Shaoyi had indeed helped him by promoting projects that suited him. Jian Xu said, "After filming TV dramas for so many years, I feel like I've lost my roots. I always feel like something's missing and I can't quite reach the top."

"Take it slow," Fang Shaoyi told him. "The mode of filming is different. You have to give 120% when filming a movie, otherwise you won't be able to make it on the screen. There will still be something lacking."

"When are we going to work on a project together?" Jian Xu half-jokingly said. "I can be your supporting actor or even third lead."

"Me?" Fang Shaoyi laughed at himself. "Look at me now, who knows what I'll be like in the future."

"F*ck, what's with you?" Jian Xu asked. "Before I came, I thought it would be much scarier than it is now. It's not too bad, not too bad."

It was late at night and Jian Xu didn't want to stay too long. Fang Shaoyi needed rest. After sitting for about half an hour, Jian Xu was ready to leave. Before he did, he asked the two of them, "Have you two remarried?"

The question was too sharp. Fang Shaoyi looked at Yuan Ye, and Yuan Ye looked back at him. Neither of them could answer.

"Okay, I see," Jian Xu said, looking at the two of them. "So when are you two planning to remarry?"

"Remarry?" Yuan Ye laughed. "What marriage?"

Jian Xu laughed a little ambiguously and threw a glance at Fang Shaoyi, saying, "Look at you now, you've lost your looks and your youth. You're done for."

"Why are you so despicable, get out of here," Fang Shaoyi shooed him away.

The despicable Jian Xu dragged his assistant away.

With him gone, Fang Shaoyi called Yuan Ye over to sit next to him, his voice low, "You're not going to remarry me, huh?"

"No, I won't," Yuan Ye shook his head, "I didn't even sign the divorce papers."

Although he didn't sign the papers, the divorce was a messy affair that neither of them could fully claim innocence in. In fact, it was Yuan Ye who first initiated it, and Yuan Ye knew this well in his heart. He was intentionally saying this now, since anyway Fang Shaoyi would play along with him.

"Yes, yes, it was me who wanted it," Fang Shaoyi didn't even try to resist, "Why was I so impulsive back then. But now, my lung hearts."

His first sentence was unrelated to the second.

He had recently found a winning formula. No matter what he said, as long as he added "my lungs hurt", it was the most effective.

He had even made Yuan Ye laugh, saying, "Your collarbone doesn't hurt?"

"No," replied Fang Shaoyi, "just my lungs."

"Then what do you want to do?" asked Yuan Ye, "How can I make it not hurt?"

Fang Shaoyi's face was serious and earnest as he replied, "If we remarry, my pain will disappear immediately."