The younger brother's surgery was scheduled for Tuesday, which was the third day after Ye Zhe'an moved out of the Luo Yuan apartments. The doctor informed him that the kidney disease patient couldn't hold on any longer and had passed away. Although the family members were grieving, they still donated both kidneys in accordance with the patient's final wishes. In the late afternoon on that same day, approaching evening, Ye Chengxi underwent kidney transplant surgery.

Ye Zhe'an sat outside the operating room, gripping his phone tightly. His eyes were fixed on the door of the operating room, not even blinking.

The most agonizing wait for him in his entire life was not only waiting for a kidney for his younger brother, but also waiting for his brother outside the intensive care unit, waiting for his brother outside the operating room. He had never waited for anyone else before.

All the waiting has been given to my younger brother, what about Luo Yuan?

Luo Yuan had been waiting for him.

These past few days, Ye Zhe'an has been recalling every bit and piece of his two years spent with Luo Yuan.

Luoyuan's smile, Luoyuan's tears, Luoyuan's attempts to please, Luoyuan's unbearable movements, moaning, crying out, and the face driven by desire on the bed, and... Luoyuan's waiting.

Every time he opened the door, Luo Yuan was waiting for him, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Luo Yuan never complained, as if waiting was something he did regularly, and he had become accustomed to it.

The surgery went smoothly. After being closely observed in the intensive care unit for twenty-four hours, Ye Chengxi was transferred to a regular ward. After that, Ye Zhe'an returned to school and extended his leave for another half a month. This half month was quite crucial as he planned to hire a caregiver for his younger brother after this critical period had passed. Although hiring a caregiver would cost money, the salary earned from working far exceeded the expenses.

Luo Yuan searched the internet and couldn't find a suitable house. In the end, he found a two-bedroom apartment through a real estate agent. The house was not spacious and the decor was old-fashioned, but the location was fairly good. It was convenient for transportation and shopping. Most importantly, it was cheap.

He found a good house and moved all the things he and his mother had packed up from the villa into it. The valuable antiques and such were not allowed to be taken away, as they belonged to his father and needed to be shared publicly. The only things they could take were his mother's jewelry and designer bags.

When moving items onto the car, Aunt Luo wiped away her tears again and said, "Let's sell all these things. They were quite expensive when we bought them, but I haven't really used them. We should be able to make some money from them."

Luo Yuan jumped off the car and walked over. He reached out to wipe away the tears from his mother's eyes and smiled, "No need, Mom. Don't forget, you bought all of these from different parts of the world. It wasn't easy. We haven't reached the point of selling bags and jewelry. Keep them well. Once you sell them, you won't be able to buy them again."

Mama Luo cried even harder. She hugged her son tightly, pressing her walnut-like eyes onto his shoulder, struggling to catch her breath.

Luo Yuan patted his mother's shoulder and looked up at the villa where he had lived for more than ten years. It shimmered like a layer of golden light in the glow of the setting sun. Farewell, my youth and the first half of my life.

The approval process for the young couple went smoothly. Two working days later, on a morning, as promised, Luo Yuan arrived at the bank and signed a series of documents. After that, there were 640,000 yuan more in his bank account. He sat in the bank hall, holding his card, and remained seated from the morning until the afternoon, until Luo's mother called.

"Hello, Mom, what's the matter?" He answered the phone.

"Yuanyuan, where are you?" Mrs. Luo's voice sounded a little anxious.

"What's wrong with you? I was out taking care of something."

"If you're finished, hurry back. I feel scared home alone," said Mama Luo.

Luomama has lived for half her life under the wing of her husband. She has servants at home and a driver when going out. She long ago lost the ability to survive in society. Now, in a new place where she is unfamiliar with the surroundings, she feels panicked and instinctively wants to find her son.

Luo Yuan comforted in a soft voice, "Alright, I'll be back right away. Lock the door when you're at home, and don't open it if someone knocks. I've brought the key."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Yuan stood up and walked towards the window. "Hello, I would like to make a transfer."

Ye Zhe'an received a bank transfer message while he was returning from the hospital cafeteria after buying food. His phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was a message from the bank. The account ending in **** had transferred 500,000 yuan to him in full.

He placed the meal on the bedside table and opened WeChat. Beneath a long list of subscribed accounts, Luo Yuan's WeChat quietly lay there, without any new messages.

He clicked in and then exited, then clicked in again, then exited once more, repeating this process several times, not knowing what he was so persistently pursuing.

Ye Chengxi woke up and called out, "Brother." Ye Zhe'an put his phone in his pocket and bent down to look at his younger brother. "Awake? Is there anywhere that doesn’t feel well?"

Ye Chengxi has become much thinner, with a wax-yellow complexion. His voice lacked strength as he spoke, "Brother, you don't need to always guard over me. If you have things to attend to, go ahead and take care of them."

Ye Zhe'an knew that he had misunderstood and smiled, saying, "I have already taken a leave of absence, so there is nothing to worry about. I will go back to work after this period of time passes."

Ye Chengxi said, "Brother, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Ye Zhe'an: "Why are you asking like this? Is there anything that your older brother would hide from you?"

Ye Chengxi: "Where did the money for my surgery come from?"

Ye Zhe'an: "I saved up a little myself, and borrowed from others, just enough to get you two new kidneys. So you better hurry up and get better."

Ye Chengxi didn't know if the message was received or not. He simply murmured in agreement and remained silent. Ye Zhe'an noticed that his saline solution was running low, so he called the nurse over to replace it with a new one while he sat nearby and had his meal.

He took out his cellphone, opened WeChat again, but still there was no message. He didn't know what had happened to himself. It was as if something had punched through a wall in his heart, and the spiderweb-like cracks were growing larger and larger, with the possibility of collapsing at any moment. He felt a bit panicky, his breath becoming stifled, not knowing where the problem had occurred.

When Luo Yuan received a WeChat message, he was flipping through his list of friends, hoping to find someone who had a way to make money. He didn't want to go to school because the salary was too low and couldn't meet his current needs. He wanted to find a quick way to make money.

After searching around and not finding anything, he had just put down his phone when a message popped up. The three words "Teacher Ye" flashed by, causing his eyes to become filled with excitement.

I have received the money, thank you. I will repay it.

Luo Yuan's breathing became rapid as he read these few words over and over again through the dense mist, not even missing the punctuation marks, afraid that it was just his imagination. But there was nothing particularly special about these few words, so how could it be just his imagination?

Having endured for a long time, the sourness in the nostrils finally subsided a little. Putting the fingertip in the input box, I pondered on what to reply but couldn't come up with anything. In the end, I only said three words: You're welcome.

"-When are you leaving?"

Luo Yuan didn't expect Ye Zhe'an to come back, and hurriedly replied, "Almost, has your younger brother's surgery been done?"

- Done, very successfully.

Luo Yuan replied, "That's good."

"-Hmm."

After this line, Luo Yuan really didn't know what to say. He stared at the screen for a long time, feeling that he was wasting too much time like this. With a determined spirit, he typed another line: "I'm really sorry for what happened before, I have to go now. Can you forgive me?"

After sending the message, he continued to stare at the screen. It took a very long time for Ye Zhe'an to reply, so long that Luo Yuan thought he wouldn't reply anymore. But finally, Ye Zhe'an responded: "When are you leaving? I'll go to the airport to see you off."