She carried their child and couldn’t be exposed to too many surprises, so he only picked the important parts to tell her.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine…” As Su Zhinian said so, he raised his hand, attempting to touch her face, but his hand hung for a long time in mid-air before it landed heavily on his knees.
He tried to move his arm again, but only his fingers moved; his hand had never left his knee. Eventually, he gave up with a smile. He forced a smile at her and said softly, “…Remember to take good care of your body…”
His smile caused her heart to twist with pain, and her tears fell even harder.
“You’re no longer alone… I’m afraid that you might do something harmful to yourself, so don’t. Think of our baby…” It took great effort for Su Zhinian to speak. With every word, blood poured out of his mouth.
The reason for Su Zhinian’s injury had long since escaped Song Qingchun’s mind considering his situation. She was crying like a child as she raised her palm to close his lips—she thought innocently that this might stop the bleeding.
However, her palms were quickly dyed red. He started coughing heavily again, and Song Qingchun could feel something warm and sticky hit her hands. Song Qingchun could feel his lips move underneath her palm. She shook her head to stop him. “Please don’t waste your energy talking, Su Zhinian, please…”
As she said so, she lowered her head and used one of her hands to rummage for her phone to call 110. In a practically begging tone, she told the ambulance where they were.
After hanging up, Song Qingchun could clearly see that Su Zhinian’s breaths had started to become weak, and his eyelids had started to lower.
She was afraid that she might lose him forever after he closed his eyes, so she grabbed his hands almost desperately. She tried to keep him awake by talking with him, but the more she tried to come up with a conversation, the emptier her mind became. In the end, she realized he had been attempting to touch her face earlier, so she pulled on his arm and plastered her cheek to the ball of his palm. “Su Zhinian, you wanted to touch my face earlier, right? Here…”
The wetness and softness in his palm caused his eyelids to flicker to reveal a very small slit. He looked at the girl who was crying desperately, and he smiled softly to try to console her, but this only made Song Qingchun feel worse.
After facing his aloof side for so long, Song Qingchun had once wondered what his softer side would be like, but she didn’t envision she would find that out this way.
“Su Zhinian…” They had just received the blessing to be openly in love. She was afraid that he might suddenly let go, so she opened her lips to beg him to stay, but the sounds that left her lips were all blubbering cries.
By reading her thoughts, he could sense her fear. Using every ounce of energy left in his body, he used his thumb to carefully massage his cheek. He moved his lips, and a barely discernible voice said, “I… will… never… leave… you…
“…I… have… promised… I… will… protect… you… so ev… ev… even… death will… not take.. me… away from…”
“From… from…”
Before the ‘you’ could form, Su Zhinian’s hand fell feebly from Song Qingchun’s grasp.