sjar Chapter 970 He is not as strong as you think
Chapter 970 He is not as strong as you think
Ever since Tang Qiaoer woke up, she has been guarding Shen Jingjue almost without sleep, regardless of her own health.
Another three days passed, but she felt like three months, three years, thirty years...
Only the cold moon and warm sun come to fry people's life.
Although, this was not the first time Shen Jingjue was injured for her. She had experienced being on the verge of death and in a deep coma before. She had been panicked and terrified.
But this time, for some reason, she could no longer maintain the minimum rationality and calmness as before.
She held her lover's fingers tightly, the fear in her heart was like a raging mud and sand, as if it was going to swallow her up completely, bury her internal organs, and drown her choked throat.
She was more frightened than ever before.
That heavy feeling of powerlessness tortured her spirit every minute and every second.
In just a week, the once proud and beautiful young lady had become as pale, broken and haggard as a white rose on the verge of withering.
His thin frame seemed like it would burst out from under the loose hospital gown at any moment.
Every day, from morning till night, Tang Qiaoer would tell Shen Jingjue about their past, from when she was eleven to when she was eighteen, and then to when they got married, divorced, and got back together. She clearly recalled every thrilling moment, with joy and sorrow, laughter and tears.
It turned out that those past events that she once found unbearable to recall now seemed like nothing to her.
As long as he is in my memories, everything will be fine.
Now she is not qualified to be picky anymore.
"I was shocked... Brother Suifeng said there was something wrong with your brain. I was very scared. I was afraid... that you would forget me after you woke up."
Tang Qiaoer took the man's rough hand, clasped their fingers together, and kissed his fingertips, back of his hand, and palm with tears in her eyes.
When they were intimate, Shen Jingjue always said that she was a piece of delicious steamed pork with rice flour, the kind that would ooze out juice when bitten, which tempted him to swallow her into his stomach bite by bite.
So every time, the man would kiss all over her delicate skin, making her body tremble and float up into the clouds. Only then would he give up and use a deeper way to bring her more extreme happiness.
Outside, there would naturally not be such a harmonious atmosphere. Shen Jingjue would kiss her lips, or like this, kiss her fingertips, palms...
He loved her so much, and those kisses that he couldn't help but give her were just because he didn't know how to love her.
The body and mind are in chaos.
Now, it was her turn to be a humble inferior, and it was her turn to experience the anxiety and heartache.
Sure enough, God is fair.
Those who do not cherish happiness will be punished.
"It's okay, it's okay...it's okay if you forget about me."
Tang Qiaoer's tears fell, soaking into the lines of his palm, "If the price for you to survive this disaster safely is to forget me... then I am willing to disappear from your memory, without any regrets.
As long as I can watch over you for the rest of my life, I will be satisfied..."
Shen Jingjue had said the same thing countless times.
This time, it was Tang Qiaoer's turn to speak. Every word she spoke turned into tiny, sharp pieces of stone, grinding against her heart over and over again.
Can you really be satisfied?
Isn't this just a feeble and powerless self-consolation after having tried one's best, reached the end of one's rope, and retreated again and again?
"Don't forget me... please... don't forget me..."
Tang Qiaoer finally couldn't deceive herself anymore. She leaned on his chest, her thin shoulders trembling and sobbing.
"Qiao'er, don't cry."
Wake up and comfort me again.
I beg you.
While Tang Qiaoer was crying, the door of the ward slowly opened.
Huo Ruxi walked in holding a bowl of porridge. Seeing this scene, he stood there in a daze, his hand holding the bowl shaking uncontrollably.
He was a tall, strong man, and his heart had already been softened by the nascent love.
This scene moved him and gave him a strong urge to cry.
When Tang Qiaoer's crying gradually subsided, he calmed down and walked slowly to her side:
"Qiaoqiao, have something to eat. Fish porridge. I remember you liked it, so I made it for you myself."
For a long while, she didn't say anything.
Huo Ruxi glanced sideways and found that the breakfast was still on the bedside table and had not been touched at all.
I feel indescribably uncomfortable and heavy inside.
"Ruxi...you must hate me."
After a while, Tang Qiaoer sat there blankly, and said faintly, "I was shocked to realize that it has become like this. He is your best brother.
I didn't take good care of him, and instead he almost died and fell into a coma because of me...
Ruxi, I know you resent me and hate me, just let it out. I feel even worse when you are so calm. "
"But I didn't."
Huo Ruxi pursed her lips, walked over, sat down beside the bed, looked at Shen Jingjue's pale and bloodless face, and said in a deep voice, "Qiaoqiao, I respect every choice Jingjue makes. No matter what the result is, I will not blame anyone.
I am willing to bear all the costs and consequences with him."
Tang Qiaoer felt even more pain in her heart and closed her moist eyes.
"To say something inhumane is against Tian Gang's words."
Huo Ruxi laughed bitterly, "Fortunately, it was this kid who got into trouble, not you."
Tang Qiaoer was stunned and looked at him.
"Qiaoqiao, Ajueyuan is not as strong as you think."
Huo Ruxi's eyes were red. "You grew up in a honeypot. You were loved by your parents, aunts, and brothers. You didn't suffer much from childhood to adulthood. So you are optimistic, positive, and cheerful, and you can overcome any difficulties.
But Ah Jue is not like that. He once had nothing. His mother went through a lot of hardships to help him regain his status as the second young master of the Shen family, but he was murdered and plotted against by one person after another. He has stumbled along the way and has come to this day with many wounds.
Apart from grandpa, he only has you. Therefore, he is more fragile than you think, because he can't afford to lose.
If you make a mistake, believe it or not, he will lose the motivation and courage to live. You have to know that he suffered from depression when he was young, and the knife wounds on his left wrist, one by one, are proof of this.
So, Qiaoqiao, you have to be well and healthy and wait for him to wake up. Otherwise, Ah Jue's sincerity of going through fire and water for you and being willing to die for you will be wasted. "
Tang Qiaoer was finally persuaded. She took the bowl with trembling hands, scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it in her mouth.
"Delicious." She took a bite and a tear fell into the bowl.
"Of course I have to. My craftsmanship has been certified by my wife, it's amazing!" Huo Ruxi forced a smile.
"I want to go see Xie Jinhuan."
Tang Qiaoer raised her hand, wiped her tears fiercely, and forced herself to be strong, "He was the one who gave me the medicine. He must know what he took!"