"My sister has always lived such a hard life...
Although she always stands strong like a great tree...
she too gets tired...
she needs rest..." "Perhaps I won't be able to stay by her side for much longer..." "Brother Luo Xi...
please get well soon...
In the days to come...
I'm begging you to take care of her for me...
okay...?" After a long, long silence.
Yin Cheng painfully and slowly got to his feet.
He cast one last, deep gaze at the still deeply unconscious Luo Xi, turned, and walked toward the door of the hospital room.
At the doorway.
Jeni stood frozen, watching Yin Cheng walk past her.
She opened her mouth, wanting to demand a clear explanation of everything that had happened, but the pale agony etched on his features ultimately stopped the words from escaping.
Shen Qiang walked stiffly to Luo Xi's bedside.
For a moment, she simply could not process or absorb the words she had just heard; they seemed so unbelievable, overturning every single thing she thought she knew.
And Luo Xi...
did he hear any of it...? *Late that night.
Ou Chen remained faithfully by Yin Xiamo's bedside, having not slept for days and nights.
A dark, bluish shadow of stubble was already visible on his jawline.
Refusing the nurse's assistance, he personally placed the ice pack back on her forehead.
As she struggled and murmured nonsensically in her high fever, calling out things in a confused muddle, he anxiously held the ice pack steady, preventing it from slipping.
Her temperature was still scalding hot.
Like a wildfire burning without end. "Xiamo..." His distinctly jointed fingers trembled slightly as he gently stroked her pale, flushed cheek.
That burning sensation felt as if despair itself filled her, and this despair seeped bit by bit from his fingers into the core of his heart, tearing it open inch by painful inch.
In the end, he lost...
Ou Chen's hand clenched rigidly.
Every time he stood before her, he lost completely.
Even when happiness was within arm's reach, he still managed to lose.
She was already his wife; he could stay by her side forever, take care of her, make her happy—no one had the right to separate them! But...
looking at her unconscious, pained expression, he knew he had lost utterly once again.
All his efforts, the happiness he had fought so unscrupulously to obtain, proved to be so fragile... "Ah..." "Aaaaah—!" On the bed, tossing and turning in her unconscious state, she suddenly snapped her eyes open amidst a rush of feverish murmurs! "Xiamo!" Ou Chen could not believe his eyes and leaned down, a mixture of shock and elation washing over him.
She hadn't been truly conscious for even a moment in days, often drifting in a heavy stupor even when the fever briefly subsided. "Mama..." Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at the ceiling.
The ice pack had been flung aside during her sudden movement.
She gasped desperately, sweat breaking out on her forehead in waves, as if waking from a terrible nightmare; her mind was still hazy and disordered. "You..." The surge of emotion in his chest seemed to lodge itself in Ou Chen's throat.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down from the sheer ecstasy, and asked hoarsely, "Are you alright? I'll call the doctor immediately!" "Mama!!" Her chest rose and fell violently.
As if caught in some frenzied emotion, Yin Xiamo reached out restlessly in the air, grasping for something.
He quickly took hold of her hand, and then, her scattered gaze shifted from the ceiling to him.
Summer of Foam III