After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me Chapter 623: 386: Main Text Complete

Chapter 623: Chapter 386: Main Text Complete

He ca down from the mountain.

Seeing his own son injured like this, no matter how detached he was from the mortal world, he couldn’t remain indifferent.

Tang Xi turned the wheelchair and went out, leaving so private ti for the father and son.

Half an hour later, Fu Zongheng ca out. Seeing that he was about to leave, Tang Xi said with a hoarse voice, “Haven’t you visited her? She’s waited for you for so long. Aren’t you going to see her even once?”

The “her” Tang Xi was ntioning referred to Qin Jianlan.

Fu Zongheng’s steps faltered.

“I’ve wronged her.”

“When she was conscious before, she talked to about your na, but only just your na, then she avoided the subject. Under her pillow, she always kept the sandalwood comb you gave her. She never said it, but you are in her heart. I am younger, and I don’t understand why things between you developed this way, why you beca a monk, why you gave up everyone around you. I can’t do that, no matter what, I can’t take the step to cut off all ties with the mortal world.”

“Go see her, even if she’s not the one you love, but this woman has waited for you for so long, you should go see her.”

Fu Zongheng took a couple of steps forward.

His voice was heavy, “She is.”

Tang Xi’s pupils trembled slowly.

Fu Zongheng walked away.

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Fu Zongheng arrived at the sanatorium.

He saw Qin Jianlan.

Qin Jianlan had been in a coma all along.

It was their first eting in tens of years.

At that mont, Fu Zongheng was montarily stunned.

He walked in slowly, ever so slowly.

Looking at the person lying in the hospital bed.

That face was still so familiar.

For a mont, his throat choked up.

Only now, underneath the chronic illness, Qin Jianlan’s face was tinged with a sallow pallor.

Fu Zongheng grasped her hand.

Her hand was also dry and lacked lustre.

He grasped it tightly.

“Jianlan, I…I’m here.”

“Did you wait for a long ti?” Fu Zongheng sat by the bed.

“I’m sorry, it was … always avoiding reality… I’ve run away for so long.”

He did not love his wife, but his wife passed away.

Her resentful gaze before she died was forever etched in his heart.

One of his sons was disabled with broken legs, and another son died.

He was an ostrich, choosing to hide.

At the sa ti, he also hurt the woman he loved the most.

He was not a good father, either.

Fu Zongheng stayed here for an entire afternoon.

From then on, he would co here more often.

He took a scripture and preached Zen to Qin Jianlan.

He read many scriptures.

Suddenly, on a Saturday morning, Qin Jianlan’s hand gripped his back.

Fu Zongheng was stunned for a second.

He stood up, and Qin Jianlan slowly opened her eyes.

In a flurry, Fu Zongheng called for the doctors.

The doctors did not expect that Qin Jianlan would actually wake up.

This was sothing that was deed impossible.

In Fu Zongheng’s hand was still the scripture, and in his right hand, he held Buddha Beads.

Out of excitent, he squeezed too hard, and the thread broke; the Buddha Beads he had been with for over a decade fell to the ground.

He panicked, and looked down.

The Buddha Beads rolled everywhere.

They nestled into various corners.

And it was at this mont, the doctor exclaid with joy, “The patient’s vitals are normal!!”

“A miracle, a miracle has happened!!”

“Quick! Contact the patient’s family!!”

Fu Zongheng lifted his head, he saw nurous doctors surrounding Qin Jianlan’s bed, he walked forward and parted the doctors, looking at the woman lying on the bed, she opened her eyes and her gaze also turned toward him.

“Jianlan!!” he called out her na.

Qin Jianlan’s eyes moved.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn’t speak a word, her pupils were trembling too, always staring at Fu Zongheng.

Once again, with a trembling voice, Fu Zongheng called out, “Jianlan!”

Qin Jianlan had been in a coma for five years, her body functions had not yet recovered, she could not yet hear or sll, and her voice hadn’t co back, but at that mont, she stared fixedly at this man as tears slowly stread down.

Fu Zongheng held her hand.

His pale lips quivered.

“It’s , it’s , do you still recognize ?”

Qin Jianlan nodded.

Tears flowed even more fiercely.

Finally, with an extrely hoarse voice, she said, “Zong… Zongheng…ah…”

Fu Zongheng knelt on the ground.

There was sothing sharp at his knee.

He looked down and saw it was a Buddha Bead.

There was a word engraved on the Buddha Bead.

‘Let go’

Fu Zongheng stared at the single Buddha Bead, dazed.

At the sa ti, a light slowly started appearing in the bottom of his eyes.

He understood.

Letting go.

Making choices.

He should also give an explanation to himself.

And to her.