Ling Chuxia finished bandaging her wound, while Shi Che had just completed his examination. His body had multiple fractures, his right ankle ligant was injured, and he also suffered a mild concussion.
Word by word, these terms were spoken from the doctor’s mouth. Ling Chuxia listened with a pale face, her hands clenched tightly, oblivious to her nails cruelly digging into her palms.
Even though Shi Che’s life was no longer in danger, he was still severely injured.
If... If Shi Che hadn’t thrown himself over to embrace her in the nick of ti, if he hadn’t used his strength to drag her, then perhaps he wouldn’t have been injured, at least not as severely as he now was, lying unconsciously on the hospital bed.
Ling Chuxia unconsciously covered her lips with her hands, tears streaming down relentlessly.
The night deepened.
Since being admitted to the hospital, Shi Che had yet to regain consciousness. The entire ward was extrely quiet, so silent that only the sound of the monitoring equipnt could be heard.
Ling Chuxia sat by the bed, staring blankly at Shi Che for a long ti. Her hand, trembling, reached out and slowly took hold of Shi Che’s hand.
His palm was large, almost twice the size of hers. He had once held her hand; she knew how warm these hands could be, not the coldness they bore now.
She couldn’t help tightening her grip on Shi Che’s hand, and a hint of moisture unwittingly glossed her eyes again. Through her tear-blurred vision, she looked at Shi Che, who lay there quietly, his handso face unnaturally pale—a stark contrast to his usual powerful deanor. He had never before lain so vulnerably.
"Why?"
Ling Chuxia opened her mouth, her voice hoarse as she stared intently at Shi Che’s pale visage. She spoke word by word, "Why?"
She had asked ’why’ twice, her voice becoming raspier, nearly unable to speak. Yet she forced herself to continue, "Why did you save ? Why wasn’t your first instinct to protect yourself? You clearly don’t love . You were just putting on an act in front of , weren’t you?"
Even as she said this, she knew—no one would act to such an extent, no one would gamble with their life in a play. In such a critical mont, all human reactions are driven by instinct.
He didn’t choose to embrace himself; instead, he chose to protect her. It was his instinct, it ca from his heart—it was sothing that utterly couldn’t be falsified.
But how could it be possible? How could Shi Che truly love her?
If he loved her, why hadn’t he ever confessed his feelings to her over all these years? If he really loved her, why had he treated her so badly for three years? If he truly loved her, why didn’t he want their child? Why send such a cruel text ssage?
She could bear all the other things, but the matter of the child was the deepest thorn in her heart, a bone stuck in her throat; even after so long, she hadn’t forgotten the slightest bit.
Tears plopped down, each drop falling on Shi Che’s hand.
As Ling Chuxia grieved, she unintentionally vocalized all the questions in her heart, particularly when ntioning the child, her voice couldn’t help but beco sharp and fierce, laden with strands of resentnt.
She couldn’t not hate—it was her flesh and blood, her innocent child.
Therefore, she couldn’t believe that Shi Che loved her. It wasn’t just because of what elder sister had said, but more so because of the child!
And as she uttered these words, Shi Che, in his daze, seed to absorb every single one of them.
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