Chapter 318: I'm Not Dying Tomorrow
Qian ng's eyes were probably red and glassy. And she knew Mo Qingchen looked the sa.
The guy left quickly, leaving them to their own devices.
Mo Qingchen sat down and took the mug into his hand.
He took a sip of his coffee and then sighed as he looked at her.
"You're mad at for not telling you sooner," he stated.
Tears filled her eyes as she rubbed her hands over her face. Was she mad at him? It felt wrong to be mad at soone who had died and co back to rescue her at all costs. But she was definitely hurt.
"I just…" she hesitated for a mont, trying to reign in her emotions. "Why wouldn't you tell , Mo Qingchen? You already figured out that I had a similar experience, but you didn't tell . I could have been with you longer. I just don't understand why you would let sit there, completely oblivious, doing nothing—"
She was so sick of crying, but the sobs ca back in full force.
"I probably should have told you, Qian ng. You may hate for the rest of your life for not doing so, but I didn't want to put you through that hell once again. Between telling you everything and you soday revealing the strange but scarring dream you had, I thought we would figure it out. I wanted our ti together to be unburdened, I guess. I didn't want the dark cloud of doubt looming over us all the ti. I guess, I thought that if you didn't know, it would be easier. I didn't want to drag it out. But sotis I will say or do things that are unprecedented and you will think I am evil. But I am stopping things from happening before they did in that world."
She made a terrible sound of pain sowhere between her sobs, loud enough to cut him off from speaking further.
"It's not enough. You… you are giving up everything for . For so guilt that you hold on to? Why? Do you realize that the guilt ate you up? You are too young. I'm too young to lose you. If you continue on like this… you'll die in a few years." She wailed. "I don't want to be a widow so young. Even if I look fabulous, I don't want it!"
Mo Qingchen was going to chuckle but he couldn't.
"Qian ng, don't cry. Please," he pleased. His eyes blurred as tears filled them. "Please don't cry."
He reached across the table to take her hand but she couldn't bear to look at him. Her eyes remained locked on her water bottle.
"It's not fair," she continued. "I can't let you do this…"
"You listen to , Qian ng," Mo Qingchen instructed. "You are going to be just fine. I am going to be just fine. We are both strong and we will get through this. I don't have a single doubt in my head that we will overco anything that the universe throws at us. You are going to stand at the top of the world alongside , we will be happily married and every dream that we ever had will co true." His voice shook as more tears ca from him. "If you want, we will have children together soday and you are going to be a wonderful mother."
"Stop," she begged, cutting him off once again. "Don't do that. Don't reassure like that. It sounds like you are saying goodbye. The way you keep working and getting no sleep. The way you throw yourself into protecting . Mo Qingchen, it scares . Do you want to die?"
"I'm so sorry, Qian ng." She looked up to see him wiping tears from his cheeks. "I'm sorry for putting you through this."
Qian ng took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.
"I'll wrap up work here quickly and we will go ho. Once we are there, I will start taking care of you," she sniffed.
She hadn't given any thought to this, at least not until she stated what was on her mind. It was just instinct. She just knew that she needed to be there with him as long as she could. "I want to stay beside you and make sure you are taking care of yourself."
"Qian ng, you have work left here. I can't ask you to put everything on hold and co ho with . And I am definitely not going to ask you to spend every mont taking care of ," he insisted.
"You're not asking . I'm telling you."
"But your work. You have a lot to take care of."
"Do you think my work matters more to than you? You already took away so much ti from . You are not going to take the rest of our ti together away, too!" she answered, raising her voice.
"It's not like I am dying tomorrow," he groaned.
She was floored that he would even argue with her about this. Why wouldn't he want her to co ho? And either way, he needed her. Who else would take care of him? Who else could make him follow their instructions?
She didn't know how much work she needed to put into getting his body into shape, but she was sure that it would worsen if she didn't take charge quickly.
He must have noticed her plotting, so he responded. "Okay." He held up his hand in surrender. "You're right. I should have told you sooner and I should follow your instructions. God knows I am not going to argue over having you around at ho."
"Good, because it is not up for discussion," she replied stubbornly.
"But you have to promise sothing, Qian ng," he paused for a mont. "You have to complete your work before accompanying ho. I don't mind going through so hoops and working from a distance."
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