Extra Story 1
"Three months later, I transferred the pharmacy to my cousin, who hired someone to manage it. I returned to City A and successfully joined the pharmacy department of A hospital. Every day, Evan and I commuted to work together.
One day, while Evan and I were sleeping, his phone lit up. He picked it up to reply and then put it down. Casually, I asked, "Who's messaging you so late?"
"Someone insignificant," he replied.
In the middle of the night, I got up to use the restroom. Turning on the dim light, my face inadvertently unlocked his phone via facial recognition. A chat window popped up.
His phone had registered my face.
Ivory: "Evan, I'm so scared. Could you come over and comfort me?"
Evan: "I have no such obligation."
Extra Story 2
Our first Easter since our reconciling.
"Easter is almost here," Evan mentioned.
"Hmm?" I responded, not quite following.
"This time, you're not going to sneak off to visit your dad's grave alone. I'm going with you," he insisted.
"Alright, we'll drive there together then."
On the way, Evan suddenly asked me, "What are you thinking about?"
Looking at him, I hesitated for a moment. "Maybe your dad doesn't want to see me."
"He has seen you before," Evan corrected.
"When?" I wondered.
"That night in college, when you dragged me to watch the stars on the sports field, he came to visit me."
"Was that the night I came out of the bathroom and couldn't find you?"
"Yes, you went to the bathroom, and he approached me, telling me he was working in the city and stopped by to see me."
"In truth, he had spotted us earlier but didn't interrupt since you were there. He brought me some clothes, and I went back to the dormitory with him to put them away."
"Oh? That night, I think I bit your arm. I hope Dad didn't see that."
It still annoyed me recalling that night; the news had said there would be shooting stars, and I wanted him to watch with me, but he was particularly cold to me then, despite being warmer than before.
After Evan returned from a short holiday, he was icy again towards me. In frustration, I grabbed his hand when he was about to leave and bit him before hiding in the bathroom.
He raised an eyebrow. "How could it possible that he didn't see that?"
My face flushed immediately. "Leaving a terrible first impression on Dad, he must have disliked me a lot."
After a pause, Evan chuckled. "Did you know? After that, he added five hundred dollars to my monthly allowance."
"Why?"
"He said you looked too thin and asked me to buy you nourishment."
"So, did Dad think I was your girlfriend back then?"
"Yeah…"
"And you didn't deny it, huh? You had already decided I was your girlfriend but never admitted it in college. How awkward."
"How can I be more awkward than you? Do you remember our first date? When someone wore high heels and got blisters on her feet, she still pretended everything was fine to act ladylike in front of me."
He brought up ancient history.
"Hmph, Dad gave you extra money to nourish me, yet I never saw you buy me a bottle of water." He tapped the steering wheel. "That's what you get for not listening to me."
"How didn't I listen to you? Since I met you, I've become much more approachable, and I have no temper in front of you."
"Did you listen when I told you to drink less soda? Or when I said not to buy me things?" I fell silent.
I felt a little aggrieved. Back then, as a student, occasionally drinking soda wasn't too much, was it? Buying him things was just because I saw something that suited him and wanted to give it to him.
Suddenly, he handed me a card. "This is for you."
Confused, I asked, "Why are you giving me a card?"
"The money Dad gave you every month, I saved it all in this card. Now it's yours. Buy whatever you want."
I froze, holding the thin card, feeling a pang of sadness. Inside it was Mr. Smith's acknowledgment of me.
Evan's dad, though not a prominent figure, was a respected railway driver.
"Didn't Dad know who hit him?" I asked.
"They even warned him to keep his son away from you; do you think he wouldn't know?"
"Then he must have hated me later, not approving of us being together."
"He never did anything remarkable in his life, but his defining trait was distinguishing right from wrong, and he would never blame an unknowing girl."
Evan slowed down and parked by the roadside, lifting my finger that had been injured during surgery.
"Especially when this girl injured her finger for his son, even forfeited her beloved career. Such a good girl, I wouldn't let anyone make me give her up."
I was stunned. "How did you know?"
When that scalpel fell, cutting my index finger, everyone thought it was an accident. In reality, I had deliberately reached out to deflect the sharp blade, saving it from hitting Evan's head.
My hand was instantly stained with blood.
"I always thought it was an accident until a similar incident happened in the operating room, and I realized you protected me."
The scalpel slipped due to Ivory's improper handling. Evan was adjusting the surgical stand when it happened to fall. I was there and took one swift motion to save him. Although the blade caught my finger.
Although I promptly treated my hand, the cut was deep, reaching the bone. After the stitches were removed, my grip on scalpels would waver.
The surgical theater demands precision, allowing no margin for error. Thus, I had to abandon my dream of becoming a surgeon.
But I didn't regret it. If someone had to sacrifice their dream that day, I would choose myself.
In terms of emotions or personal capabilities, Evan was destined to go further in medicine than me. Among our internship batch, he stood out, admired by the department head.
Ivory's mistake led to her being sent back to school, unwanted by any hospital. She felt humiliated and volunteered to go to Africa. Yet, skilled at manipulating public opinion, she spun the narrative to make it seem like I forced her abroad to keep Evan by my side.
Fortunately, the wicked get their due. I heard she was diagnosed with kidney failure.
Extra Story 3
On the way back
Glancing at the date, I suddenly realized something and gently placed my hand on my belly.
Concerned, Evan asked, "What's wrong?"
I smiled, playfully teasing him, "Guess?"
For a moment, Evan was startled, then excitement washed over him. "Could it be… There's a hospital nearby; let's go check."
After the examination, the doctor handed over the results, smiling warmly.
"Congratulations, you're pregnant."
