The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 524: Her dream

Mo Xiaobai didn’t come down to see her today, and Wen Nuan felt very bored. The doctor had instructed her not to get out of bed, fearing the wound on her ankle might reopen. Wen Nuan followed the doctor’s advice and didn’t get out of bed unnecessarily, but she still felt bored. She asked the nurse to help her into her wheelchair; she wanted to go for a walk in the courtyard downstairs.

Hospitals are the easiest places to feel bored.

The nurse was a Black woman, very meticulous and incredibly strong. She easily lifted Wen Nuan and placed her in the wheelchair. It was the first time Wen Nuan had been carried like this by a woman, and she felt very embarrassed, saying thank you several times. The nurse was very lovely, chatting and laughing as she pushed her downstairs.

The weather was particularly nice today, sunny and bright. After being confined to her room for several days, Wen Nuan could finally breathe fresh air, and she felt especially happy. She squinted her eyes, enjoying the sunshine. If this kind of sunshine were on the Hawaiian coast, it would be such a wonderful thing.

Imagining these beautiful things, Wen Nuan’s mood improved significantly.

She wanted to walk around the courtyard alone, and the caregiver complied, allowing her to take a short break. Wen Nuan slowly pushed her wheelchair around the courtyard. Many people were resting on benches, while others moved freely in wheelchairs. Some were accompanied by family members, some were alone, some had smiles on their faces, and some looked pained. As

Wen Nuan pushed her wheelchair across the lawn, she saw a girl wearing a wide-brimmed hat folding origami cranes. The girl was young, an Asian woman, and looked to be around fifteen years old. Wen Nuan thought of Wen Jing, who was about the same age.

"Why are you folding origami cranes?" Wen Nuan asked, then immediately felt it was a stupid question. What else could she be folding origami cranes for? It must be for blessings. Otherwise, why would she be folding origami cranes?

"These are my blessings for Daddy, Mommy, and Brother," the girl said, looking up with a bright smile. Wen Nuan noticed the girl’s face was very pale and thin; she seemed to have shaved her head.

Wen Nuan thought that only people undergoing chemotherapy would shave their heads, because chemotherapy itself causes hair loss.

The girl must be very ill.

"I used to fold origami cranes in high school too," Wen Nuan said with a smile, taking a piece of black paper and slowly folding a black origami crane. She folded it beautifully, better than the girl’s. The girl praised her skill, saying, "I only recently learned, and my folds are terrible."

"They’re beautiful," Wen Nuan complimented, her smile warm.

Suddenly, the girl slapped her forehead, exclaiming in surprise, "You’re that big star, right? Your name is Wen Nuan, isn’t it? I saw your ad on the street, you’re so pretty..."

"Yes," Wen Nuan replied, surprised that she recognized her. The girl’s eyes shone with envy. "I really envy you, standing on such a dazzling stage. I also have a dream, I hope to become a star when I grow up."

Wen Nuan smiled, "You can definitely become a big star."

As long as you have a dream, everyone is a star in their own life.

A shadow of sadness crossed the girl’s bright eyes as she said sadly, "I don’t have a chance anymore. I have leukemia, it’s terminal, I won’t live much longer, I don’t know when I’ll leave this world."

Her dream, before it could be realized, was about to end.

Wen Nuan guessed the girl was seriously ill, but she hadn’t expected it to be this serious—terminal leukemia. A pang of pain shot through her heart. Such a lovely woman, such a young and vibrant life, yet she hadn’t had a chance to blossom; it was truly a pity.

She had always disliked hospitals because such things always happened there, always unexpectedly forcing you to confront death. Wen Nuan said, "Then enjoy every day from now on, live happily, and make your family happy too."

The girl nodded emphatically, waving the origami cranes in her hand. "I used to be very immature. Knowing I was sick and about to die, I was unhappy every day, always throwing tantrums, making Daddy and Mommy unhappy too, crying every day. Later, I met a girl ten years younger than me in the hospital. She also had leukemia, but she was more optimistic than me, always smiling. She left with a smile, and I understood. I want to leave my most beautiful smile for the people I love, not let them see my tears."

"Yes, that’s the right way to think," Wen Nuan said with a smile.

The little girl asked, "And you, why are you in the hospital?"

"Me?" Wen Nuan looked at her wounds. The stitches on her neck hadn’t been removed yet, and the gauze on her wrists and ankles was still in place. She looked a little clumsy. Wen Nuan smiled and said, "I fell off my bicycle."

"You fell that badly?" The girl looked at Wen Nuan in surprise. It was too much to imagine a bicycle accident like that.

"Yes, I think I’m pretty unlucky too." Wen Nuan said with a smile, winking playfully. "Luckily, I didn’t break my neck, or it would have been terrible."

The girl laughed heartily. The two folded origami cranes for a while, and then the girl suddenly asked, "Sister Wen Nuan, do you know that man over there? He’s been staring at you for a long, long time."

Wen Nuan folded origami cranes while smiling and following the girl’s gaze. She happened to meet Ye Feimo’s gaze, which he hadn’t had time to look away from. She was slightly startled, and the smile on her face became a little stiff.

Fei Mo...

He was thinner than when she last saw him. Ye Fei Mo was the kind of person with relatively gentle features, not particularly cold or hard, but his chin had become sharper, and his face was particularly gaunt. Although he was still handsome and refined, there was an undeniable air of loneliness and frailty about him. His condition didn’t look good; it was quite bad.

The two followed for about twenty meters. He was wearing a light blue hospital gown, sitting on a bench with lush green grass behind him, looking at her. They seemed mesmerized by each other, their gazes locked, unable to look away.

How long had it been since she had looked at him so closely?

Her heart ached.

What was he doing coming to America with such a frail body? This idiot... Her eyes stung slightly. Every time she saw him, she would pathetically go blank, her mind filled with nothing but him. She

really had no backbone.

"Sister Wen Nuan, Sister Wen Nuan..." The girl’s voice brought Wen Nuan back to her senses. She turned her gaze away from Ye Fei Mo. Seeing her red eyes, the girl thought she had hurt her and hurriedly apologized.

Wen Nuan smiled and said, "It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt."

"Sister Wen Nuan, do you know that person?"

Wen Nuan nodded, glanced at Ye Feimo again, and replied, "Yes, I know him. He’s a very important person to me."