Although it wasn't very painful, it was densely packed and seemed to be getting worse little by little.
Zong Zhenglie wanted to ask himself what his current situation was, but no matter how he spoke, he couldn't make a sound.
Sheng Xin still had a soft voice. She didn't dare to say too much. She was afraid that Zong Zhenglie would lose control of his emotions.
So she just rubbed Zong Zhenglie's hand over and over again, and then kept saying in his ear, "Zong Zhenglie, I am... I am by your side... I have always been
I've been there before, I'll be there in the future, and I'll always be there..."
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In the afternoon, the sun was very bright, making people feel warm without being too hot.
There is an unavoidable smell of disinfectant everywhere in the hospital. Only the garden at the back where patients can walk is clean.
"Zong Zhenglie, the sunshine outside is very good, can you feel it?" Sheng Xin pushed a wheelchair and brought Zong Zhenglie to the garden.
Zong Zhenglie nodded and said nothing.
The injury on his face has subsided, but there are still some visible marks.
His eyes were covered with white bandages, and his handsome face was expressionless, making it difficult to read.
Ever since this incident happened to him, he has rarely spoken.
Sheng Xin knew that he was feeling uncomfortable and could understand.
"Actually, sometimes I always wonder, if I get older, I can waddle around like this with you, and then walk around! Whether it's a garden or a square, even if we're just walking on the road, we'll hold hands together.
Sheng Xin looked at the sky with some longing, "Zong Zhenglie, do you think this day will happen?"
"Well..." Zong Zhenglie snorted through his nostrils, but remained silent.
Sheng Xin pursed her lips, stopped her wheelchair and stood in front of him, "Zong Zhenglie, you suddenly became taciturn, and I can't get used to it! Can you say a few more words?"
"What did you say?" Zong Zhenglie's tone was still very calm, completely different from the tone he used when talking to Sheng Xin before.
Those who didn't know better thought it was Sheng Xin chasing him.
"Just say something! Didn't you always have something to talk about before?" Sheng Xin smiled. Even though she knew Zong Zhenglie couldn't see anything, she always came to the hospital to accompany him every day.
Even when Zheng Meishu persuaded her to go back and rest, Sheng Xin refused.
Because Zong Zhenglie is her man, if she doesn't take care of him, who will?
"It's gone now." Zong Zhenglie's answer was still brief.
Although his voice didn't become particularly hoarse, it was different from before.
That magnetic voice is gone.
"Then I'll come find him." Sheng Xin said to Zong Zhenglie without giving up, "In the past it was always you who came to find him, now it's my turn."
Zong Zhenglie opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
He now lives in a dark world, can't see anything, and... he can't even go to the toilet by himself...
Just because he didn't tell Sheng Xin about this frustration didn't mean he wouldn't think about it.
So he didn't know what to say to Sheng Xin.
He was more afraid of Sheng Xin, and he was also afraid that... Sheng Xin would leave him.
...
Sheng Xin found a long and wide wooden chair and sat down, wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
In fact, the weather is not hot, but helping Zong Zhenglie to bask in the sun is a laborious task.
"Can you feel the sun? Do you want me to help you move to the shade of the tree?"