A faint smile spread out from the corners of Sikong Yuecang's lips, and she lowered her head and pressed a kiss on her curvy hair, "Wanwan, can we go back now?"
Wanwan raised her head and looked into his tender eyes, "Okay."
She didn't know what was going on with her... She actually forgot all the decisions she had made before... The little bits of blood on Sikong Yuecang's chest were deeply imprinted in her mind.
She is a doctor...of course she knows what kind of disease he may have.
In ancient times...if you got this disease...you would probably have to wait for death.
Thinking of Sikong Yuecang's death... Wanwan felt unbearable pain in her heart.
It doesn’t matter whether you call her spineless, call her mean, or despise her. She can’t control her heart, and even she looks down on herself.
Benwan pushed Sikong Yuecang's wheelchair back to Yueshui Palace.
This place she had not been to for several days, standing here again, her mood was completely different.
Sikong Yuecang took her hand and walked to the guqin, gently stroking the strings with her slender white fingers, her smile as gentle as the spring breeze in March.
He looked at Wanwan sitting next to him and said in a soft voice, "Wanwan, do you want to listen to some music?"
Wanwan nodded, "Yes."
"good."
He turned his head and his fingers began to dance on the strings. The room was filled with the fragrance of orchids, just like the good smell on his body.
Wanwan supported her head with both hands and looked at him motionless. Sikong Yuecang occasionally turned around and smiled gently at her.
This scene looks so warm... so sweet... so happy.
Sikong Yuecang wished that time could stay at this moment forever, he longed for it so much.
Everything at this moment was so beautiful, so beautiful that he wanted to keep it for the rest of his life.
After the song ended, Sikong Yuecang turned her head and said gently to Wanwan, "Do you still want to listen?"
There was clearly a look of exhaustion on his face, but his autumn-filled eyes were always so radiant the moment they saw Wanwan.
Wanwan shook her head gently. She knew that playing the piano was very tiring. Sikong Yuecang was already tired and he should take a good rest.