"The patient is awake now and hopes to see you. If you have nothing to do, just follow me in."
"……Um."
Su Qianqian nodded and told Su Yue, "Wait for mommy outside, okay?"
Su Yue nodded obediently.
Su Qianqian followed the nurse and walked in.
The lights in the ward were brightly lit, and the strong smell of disinfectant filled the air, which made people very uncomfortable.
As soon as Su Qianqian entered, she saw Yi Ningxiu's face at a glance.
He had a cushion on his waist. He had just undergone surgery, and his face looked very fragile and tired.
"Ning Xiu..."
Su Qianqian stood at the door and called his name.
The man raised his eyes to look at her, with a gentle smile on his face.
"You're here."
Su Qianqian looked at his smile, her eyes became sour, and she hurriedly turned away.
Such a voice and smile might disappear in an instant. This realization made her fingertips tremble slightly.
"Come here and let me take a good look at you."
The man's eyes are very soft and his voice is also very gentle.
Su Qianqian walked over and stood in front of him, and heard the other party whisper: "I'm afraid I won't be able to see you again."
With tears in her eyes, Su Qian bit her lip and said nothing.
There used to be thousands of miles of distance between them, and even though they were so close, their hearts were still far away.
But these become less important in the shadow of death.
"When I was in the operating room, I had a dream." The man looked at her and whispered, "I dreamed that I was about to die, walking alone on the road, and then I heard your voice calling me. I
I stopped but couldn't see your face. I heard you crying and looked for you everywhere, but I couldn't find you..." He stopped very tiredly, took a breath and looked at her
, "I was thinking at that time, if I died, would you really be as sad for me as you were in the dream?"
"..."
"I don't want you to be sad...Qian Qian." The man was silent for a moment, then said, "I have hurt you so much, and if even death makes you sad, then when will I ever make you happy in this life?
"
"Yi Ningxiu..."
"...So, don't cry for me again in the future. Forget me. I can't be so selfish. If you remember me, won't it make you more sad?"
His eyes seemed to contain sadness. After saying this, he leaned back on the pillow tiredly.
His body couldn't hold on much longer.
If his death would make her cry like she did in her dream, it would be better for her to forget him.
He couldn't bear to make her cry anymore.
"Yi Ningxiu..." She called his name softly, "Can you please, don't die..."
"..."
"I never thought about wanting you to die... I lied to you last time. How could I think that..."
He said that he will only forgive you if you die. Is it because of these words that he became what he is now?
She looked at him sadly, her eyes dim with tears, and she saw the man's pale hand reaching over and gently wiping away the tears on her face.
His fingertips were cold, without any warmth from a living person.
She reached out and grabbed his fingers, buried her face in his hands, knelt down and cried bitterly.
No matter how much she hates him, she still loves him.
If his life must be used to fulfill her hatred, she would rather not.
There is no need to be so cruel, there is no need to be so decisive...as long as he is still alive.
"Why is this happening..." she whispered, "Why is this happening between us..."
It's always like this, passing by easily, just right, but always too late.