Yan Qing stayed outside the glass wall of the intensive care unit, just stood there quietly, watching the doctors and nurses going in and out, using various medical instruments on Huo Yunshen’s body, but her lowered eyelashes never moved a bit.
No one could persuade her to move, she had stopped crying, and her eyes were very steady, except for standing there stubbornly, she looked completely normal.
Most of Huo Yunshen’s cronies had withdrawn, and only white coats passed by. Everyone knew Yan Qing, a very tropical female star, and Mr. Huo’s wife. Rumours on the Internet described the relationship between the husband and wife in a complicated and a false way. But now everyone had seen with their own eyes that Mr. Huo was willing to give up his life for his wife’s life, and his wife seemed to have her life sucked out, she stood pale and thin in a loose hospital gown, stubbornly guarding a bed that she couldn’t touch.
Dr. He was so anxious that he circled back and forth, fearing that Mr. Huo would not recover after all, and her body would not be able to take it if she was so exhausted before she had recuperated.
Min Jing patted him on the shoulder: “You rest, I will take care of sister-in-law.”
“But she…”
“Don’t underestimate her,” Min Jing shook his head, “My sister-in-law is very powerful, she was taken so far away, she forgot everything. But she could still come back to Brother Shen on her own. In the past, everyone treated Brother Shen badly, and only my sister-in-law accepted him firmly.”
His eye sockets behind the lens were a little hot: “When she just came back, I even complained about her, think about it, I am too stupid, how much deep feelings must she have needed to have to endure those hardships, and have the present relation with Brother Shen.”
Min Jing took care of himself who had lost his image, picked up the coat walked to Yan Qing’s side.
“Sister-in-law,” he recalled the address from a few years ago, “put it on, don’t fall ill.”
Yan Qing didn’t look at him, and said softly, “No need.”
Min Jing was already prepared as he said, “It’s Brother Shen’s overcoat.”
With trembling fingertips, Yan Qing immediately took the coat over, held it tightly in her arms, absorbing the faint breath left by him, and put it on her body after a while, wrapping herself in it, like being wrapped in his arms.
Min Jing didn’t persuade her to leave, but brought her a small padded sofa, and changed her focus to a happy topic, trying to divert her attention: “Jiang Ying was bombed, and those bodyguards who helped the tyrants to torture you are either dead and injured. The one who abducted you at the door of the house was in the worst condition, and Huang Feng who locked the door—”
He snorted coldly: “The old guy found our people outside, so he deliberately didn’t go through the main door when he reached the first floor, and turned through the window. After going out, it was too dark for him to see clearly, he tripped on the window frame and broke his leg, and was waiting to be dealt with by the supervisory agency with Jiang Ying.”
“We picked out all the lines buried in the Huo’s. The people are all cleaned up, and there will be no more hidden dangers in the group from now on, and it will belong to Brother Shen alone.”
Yan Qing focused on Huo Yunshen on the hospital bed, and after hearing this, her lips curled up: “Min Jing, I’m fine, you don’t worry, I just don’t want to leave him.”
Min Jing suddenly felt speechless and his nose was sore.
His sister-in-law understood that he didn’t really want to say these things, he was just making her happy.
Just like when he was in school, Brother Shen didn’t dare to show his face every time he got into a fight with someone. As a little follower, he habitually made up reasons to explain to Yun Qing, but Yun Qing always lowered her eyes softly and said to him “He’s injured again, right? I’ll take a peek at him, don’t let him know, I don’t want him to be alone.”
Min Jing’s eyes turned red all of a sudden: “Sister-in-law, you’re finally back.”
Yan Qing’s eyes were reflected on the glass, with a layer of clear water, she murmured, “How did he live those three years?”
He told her every bit of Brother Shen’s pain vividly, but after murmuring for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out one word: “Life is better than death.”
Yan Qing gripped his coat even tighter.
She didn’t need to think about it.
Even though the unconscious person on the bed had been intimate with her for a long time in the new memory, after recovering all the lost past, she carefully traced his face through the glass, only to find that he had changed a lot.
The gloomy and arrogant young man in the past, in order to find her, travelled many dangerous roads alone. The green and sharp edges were all cut off abruptly, and he became a man who could support her.
On the bridge where they reunited, he hugged her frantically and repeated “Qingqing, it’s me”, because he was afraid that he would have changed too much and she would not recognize him.
Yan Qing lowered her head, buried her chin in his collar, rubbed her cheeks against the fabric he wore, and sobbed softly: “Yunshen, don’t be afraid, I’m back, and you will never lose me in this life.”
Huo Yunshen’s situation started to get better at noon the next day, the ventilator was removed, and he was transferred from the intensive care unit to the regular ward. Yan Qing stayed by his bedside every step of the way. Huo Yunshen was surrounded by a large group of doctors and nurses.
When everyone was gone, the door was intimately closed, and only she and Huo Yunshen were left in the huge space. Yan Qing eagerly kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and checked his injuries.
The gunshot wound was bandaged layer by layer. His left side had burns and splinter cuts from the shoulder to the calf. Only the waist was still intact.
Yan Qing’s lips were bruised from biting her lips, and she couldn’t hold back her tears. She didn’t dare to touch him anywhere, so she covered him up, curled herself up into a small ball, and curled up beside him, touching his face with her fingers, all the while carefully kissing the corner of his lips.
The doctor had explained before he left that Mr. Huo’s dangerous period had passed safely, and he would be fine when he woke up. All she could do now was wait.
Yan Qing also hadn’t rested for a long time. Her memory had recovered, and her severely damaged brain nerves were repairing themselves. She instinctively needed sleep urgently. She was worried that she would accidentally hurt him while sleeping on the bed, so she reluctantly got out of bed and pulled the chair to the wall near the bed in a state of drowsiness.
When she couldn’t bear to close her eyes, Huo Yunshen’s fingertips moved.
When she fell into a light sleep, the man struggled but insisted on opening his eyes, his dry lips parted slightly, and he subconsciously called “Qingqing”.
His voice was hoarse, his throat was tearing, and the two words were bitten indistinctly.
Explosion, fire scene, Qingqing fell out of the window, he didn’t have time to look at her…
Huo Yunshen’s chaotic consciousness only took a few seconds for him to wake up, his eyes turned from empty to clear, and then burst into incredible fire. It was difficult to confirm where he was, he was in the hospital…all the feelings and smells were so real that it made people tremble.
He involuntarily propped up his body, and suddenly felt severe pain in his shoulder, which was injured by the gunshot wound.
Huo Yunshen couldn’t wait, and wanted to get out of bed to find someone. All the injuries were implicated, and the overflowing sweat soaked the clothes on his back until his legs were also pulled. The unbearable pain forced him to fall down, but it was not too loud.
Yan Qing slept restlessly, woke up with a jerk as if feeling something in her heart, and stared at him blankly.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and spots of dark red appeared on the bandage.
Yan Qing stood up abruptly, shaking the chair with her legs.
She was sitting by the wall flush with the head of the bed, so Huo Yunshen didn’t see her, until this moment, he followed the prestige and looked over to meet her pale face.
The last picture carved into her bones and blood was her falling to the night sky in despair.
Now, she was here.
Her heart was turned upside down, as if it had been a lifetime.
“Qingqing…”
Two words choked between his lips.
Yan Qing’s hands and feet were all stiff, unable to obey her orders.
Huo Yunshen stared at her deeply, and before he could pounce on her, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He once asked Dr. He to wash Qing Qing’s memory after his death, and treat him as a passing moment… Isn’t it?
Had it been implemented?
Huo Yunshen’s face was completely drained of blood, his fingers were clasped tightly, and he asked in a hissy voice, “Qingqing, do you remember who I am?”
It was the husband who was supposed to die and let her regain her freedom without even feeling sorry for her.
Yan Qing couldn’t understand what he meant, it was okay not to mention it, but when he mentioned this, her heart was crumpled into a puddle of mud.
She suppressed her crying, forced herself to be expressionless, and said to him forcefully: “Isn’t it my husband?”
You wanted to sacrifice, abandon me, and erase yourself from my memory!
When Huo Yunshen heard her indifferent tone, his eyes turned red.
As soon as he showed a little reaction, Yan Qing was defeated, her blood-clotted legs tried to move forward, and she ran towards him step by step. When she reached the edge of the bed, her knees became weak, and she rushed over to hug his waist.
Packed with tears, she raised her head and bit her lip, her voice was fierce and lingering, and she sobbed and asked, “Yunshen, aren’t you my husband?”
Yan Qing stayed outside the glass wall of the intensive care unit, just stood there quietly, watching the doctors and nurses going in and out, using various medical instruments on Huo Yunshen’s body, but her lowered eyelashes never moved a bit.
No one could persuade her to move, she had stopped crying, and her eyes were very steady, except for standing there stubbornly, she looked completely normal.
Most of Huo Yunshen’s cronies had withdrawn, and only white coats passed by. Everyone knew Yan Qing, a very tropical female star, and Mr. Huo’s wife. Rumours on the Internet described the relationship between the husband and wife in a complicated and a false way. But now everyone had seen with their own eyes that Mr. Huo was willing to give up his life for his wife’s life, and his wife seemed to have her life sucked out, she stood pale and thin in a loose hospital gown, stubbornly guarding a bed that she couldn’t touch.
Dr. He was so anxious that he circled back and forth, fearing that Mr. Huo would not recover after all, and her body would not be able to take it if she was so exhausted before she had recuperated.
Min Jing patted him on the shoulder: “You rest, I will take care of sister-in-law.”
“But she…”
“Don’t underestimate her,” Min Jing shook his head, “My sister-in-law is very powerful, she was taken so far away, she forgot everything. But she could still come back to Brother Shen on her own. In the past, everyone treated Brother Shen badly, and only my sister-in-law accepted him firmly.”
His eye sockets behind the lens were a little hot: “When she just came back, I even complained about her, think about it, I am too stupid, how much deep feelings must she have needed to have to endure those hardships, and have the present relation with Brother Shen.”
Min Jing took care of himself who had lost his image, picked up the coat walked to Yan Qing’s side.
“Sister-in-law,” he recalled the address from a few years ago, “put it on, don’t fall ill.”
Yan Qing didn’t look at him, and said softly, “No need.”
Min Jing was already prepared as he said, “It’s Brother Shen’s overcoat.”
With trembling fingertips, Yan Qing immediately took the coat over, held it tightly in her arms, absorbing the faint breath left by him, and put it on her body after a while, wrapping herself in it, like being wrapped in his arms.
Min Jing didn’t persuade her to leave, but brought her a small padded sofa, and changed her focus to a happy topic, trying to divert her attention: “Jiang Ying was bombed, and those bodyguards who helped the tyrants to torture you are either dead and injured. The one who abducted you at the door of the house was in the worst condition, and Huang Feng who locked the door—”
He snorted coldly: “The old guy found our people outside, so he deliberately didn’t go through the main door when he reached the first floor, and turned through the window. After going out, it was too dark for him to see clearly, he tripped on the window frame and broke his leg, and was waiting to be dealt with by the supervisory agency with Jiang Ying.”
“We picked out all the lines buried in the Huo’s. The people are all cleaned up, and there will be no more hidden dangers in the group from now on, and it will belong to Brother Shen alone.”
Yan Qing focused on Huo Yunshen on the hospital bed, and after hearing this, her lips curled up: “Min Jing, I’m fine, you don’t worry, I just don’t want to leave him.”
Min Jing suddenly felt speechless and his nose was sore.
His sister-in-law understood that he didn’t really want to say these things, he was just making her happy.
Just like when he was in school, Brother Shen didn’t dare to show his face every time he got into a fight with someone. As a little follower, he habitually made up reasons to explain to Yun Qing, but Yun Qing always lowered her eyes softly and said to him “He’s injured again, right? I’ll take a peek at him, don’t let him know, I don’t want him to be alone.”
Min Jing’s eyes turned red all of a sudden: “Sister-in-law, you’re finally back.”
Yan Qing’s eyes were reflected on the glass, with a layer of clear water, she murmured, “How did he live those three years?”
He told her every bit of Brother Shen’s pain vividly, but after murmuring for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out one word: “Life is better than death.”
Yan Qing gripped his coat even tighter.
She didn’t need to think about it.
Even though the unconscious person on the bed had been intimate with her for a long time in the new memory, after recovering all the lost past, she carefully traced his face through the glass, only to find that he had changed a lot.
The gloomy and arrogant young man in the past, in order to find her, travelled many dangerous roads alone. The green and sharp edges were all cut off abruptly, and he became a man who could support her.
On the bridge where they reunited, he hugged her frantically and repeated “Qingqing, it’s me”, because he was afraid that he would have changed too much and she would not recognize him.
Yan Qing lowered her head, buried her chin in his collar, rubbed her cheeks against the fabric he wore, and sobbed softly: “Yunshen, don’t be afraid, I’m back, and you will never lose me in this life.”
Huo Yunshen’s situation started to get better at noon the next day, the ventilator was removed, and he was transferred from the intensive care unit to the regular ward. Yan Qing stayed by his bedside every step of the way. Huo Yunshen was surrounded by a large group of doctors and nurses.
When everyone was gone, the door was intimately closed, and only she and Huo Yunshen were left in the huge space. Yan Qing eagerly kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, gently lifted the quilt, and checked his injuries.
The gunshot wound was bandaged layer by layer. His left side had burns and splinter cuts from the shoulder to the calf. Only the waist was still intact.
Yan Qing’s lips were bruised from biting her lips, and she couldn’t hold back her tears. She didn’t dare to touch him anywhere, so she covered him up, curled herself up into a small ball, and curled up beside him, touching his face with her fingers, all the while carefully kissing the corner of his lips.
The doctor had explained before he left that Mr. Huo’s dangerous period had passed safely, and he would be fine when he woke up. All she could do now was wait.
Yan Qing also hadn’t rested for a long time. Her memory had recovered, and her severely damaged brain nerves were repairing themselves. She instinctively needed sleep urgently. She was worried that she would accidentally hurt him while sleeping on the bed, so she reluctantly got out of bed and pulled the chair to the wall near the bed in a state of drowsiness.
When she couldn’t bear to close her eyes, Huo Yunshen’s fingertips moved.
When she fell into a light sleep, the man struggled but insisted on opening his eyes, his dry lips parted slightly, and he subconsciously called “Qingqing”.
His voice was hoarse, his throat was tearing, and the two words were bitten indistinctly.
Explosion, fire scene, Qingqing fell out of the window, he didn’t have time to look at her…
Huo Yunshen’s chaotic consciousness only took a few seconds for him to wake up, his eyes turned from empty to clear, and then burst into incredible fire. It was difficult to confirm where he was, he was in the hospital…all the feelings and smells were so real that it made people tremble.
He involuntarily propped up his body, and suddenly felt severe pain in his shoulder, which was injured by the gunshot wound.
Huo Yunshen couldn’t wait, and wanted to get out of bed to find someone. All the injuries were implicated, and the overflowing sweat soaked the clothes on his back until his legs were also pulled. The unbearable pain forced him to fall down, but it was not too loud.
Yan Qing slept restlessly, woke up with a jerk as if feeling something in her heart, and stared at him blankly.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, and spots of dark red appeared on the bandage.
Yan Qing stood up abruptly, shaking the chair with her legs.
She was sitting by the wall flush with the head of the bed, so Huo Yunshen didn’t see her, until this moment, he followed the prestige and looked over to meet her pale face.
The last picture carved into her bones and blood was her falling to the night sky in despair.
Now, she was here.
Her heart was turned upside down, as if it had been a lifetime.
“Qingqing…”
Two words choked between his lips.
Yan Qing’s hands and feet were all stiff, unable to obey her orders.
Huo Yunshen stared at her deeply, and before he could pounce on her, a thought suddenly crossed his mind. He once asked Dr. He to wash Qing Qing’s memory after his death, and treat him as a passing moment… Isn’t it?
Had it been implemented?
Huo Yunshen’s face was completely drained of blood, his fingers were clasped tightly, and he asked in a hissy voice, “Qingqing, do you remember who I am?”
It was the husband who was supposed to die and let her regain her freedom without even feeling sorry for her.
Yan Qing couldn’t understand what he meant, it was okay not to mention it, but when he mentioned this, her heart was crumpled into a puddle of mud.
She suppressed her crying, forced herself to be expressionless, and said to him forcefully: “Isn’t it my husband?”
You wanted to sacrifice, abandon me, and erase yourself from my memory!
When Huo Yunshen heard her indifferent tone, his eyes turned red.
As soon as he showed a little reaction, Yan Qing was defeated, her blood-clotted legs tried to move forward, and she ran towards him step by step. When she reached the edge of the bed, her knees became weak, and she rushed over to hug his waist.
Packed with tears, she raised her head and bit her lip, her voice was fierce and lingering, and she sobbed and asked, “Yunshen, aren’t you my husband?”
