Chapter 188 Desperation
The more one tries to prove, the more uncertain it becos, perhaps perfection and completeness are not the sa thing. —— "Qingfeng Xu Lai"
Gao Chuan landed the next afternoon, by which ti it was noon in Switzerland, and the laboratory had specially arranged soone to pick him and Song Xin up.
This laboratory was originally founded by a few classmates, though the other partners are now only in na, with Gao Chuan being the only one left who still actively participates in the experints.
For Gao Chuan, this drug developnt project was a longstanding dream. The two forr classmates who proposed the project even flew over from China specially for this.
They were determined to give it their all this ti, as success would bring another ray of hope to cancer patients.
In the evening, the head of the laboratory personally hosted them for dinner and then had them chauffeured to the hotel they had previously booked.
Song Xin’s room was next to the man’s, and seeing that it was already late, they each went into their respective rooms to rest.
After a day of traveling, Gao Chuan lied on the bed as soon as he entered the room. He had been so busy since landing that he had just turned on his phone. After dealing with ssages from the hospital, he imdiately opened WeChat and checked his conversation with Jiang An.
Finding the chat box empty, his expression darkened silently and he threw the phone aside again.
Seduced by the night, he even forgot to change out of his clothes and simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.
For two whole days, both were in a cold war, neither initiating contact, though they were mutually concerned, like two sulking children.
Neither made even a simple attempt at reconciliation.
It was finally the weekend, and Jiang An, as usual, went to the hospital to take care of her grandmother.
The old lady’s condition was still not optimistic. The family had been taking turns looking after her, as the rapid spread of cancer cells ant she was nearing her end, and everyone was imrsed in sadness.
Today, when Jiang An arrived, her grandmother was relatively well, she helped her eat so food, and just after cleaning up, the old lady asked her to sit down and chat.
Jiang An wasn’t feeling well these past few days, often feeling inexplicably sleepy, and because she had been working in the hospital all week, she looked sowhat haggard.
The old lady’s sharp gaze saw that the girl was hiding sothing. Knowing Jiang An would not tell her voluntarily, she probed with concern, "Did you have a fight with Gao Chuan?"
Normally, the two would co here together after work, but for the past two days, they had not been seen together, which made the old lady suspicious.
Jiang An naturally shook her head in denial but was still seen through by her grandmother, who fondly stroked her hand while lying on the hospital bed.
"Anan dear, there are no enduring grudges between husband and wife. Back in the day, your grandfather and I often argued. Things that seed important then are just trivialities now. But at that ti, it was hard to see clearly, and I always thought it was the other person’s fault." The old lady reminisced about her younger days with a content smile on her face.
Jiang An listened intently as the old lady shared the minutiae of her life with her husband, and was deeply moved by her emotions.
For a mont, she seed to understand the old lady’s reason for not struggling; perhaps death wasn’t a burden at this stage but a release, aning she could finally reunite with her deeply missed loved one underground.
The old lady’s entrancing storytelling moved Jiang An as well.
She had always envied such a lifelong, till-death-do-us-part love, feeling that it was a beautiful thing to recall one’s life and know that one had loved fully with all one’s strength.
Seeing the girl nearly in tears, the old lady took the opportunity to speak about her and Gao Chuan, "Gao Chuan, this child, I watched him grow up, I know his nature well, he always keeps things to himself, accustod to solving everything alone, always thinking he can handle everything himself, that’s his flaw."
"But marriage is ultimately a matter between two people. Acting on one’s own is never enough. Grandma hopes you both can learn to appreciate each other, consider each other’s feelings more, and avoid future regrets." The old lady earnestly expressed her heartfelt advice, and Jiang An couldn’t help but nod in agreent.
The issues between her and Dr. Gao were similar; she sulked on her own, eating up her jealousy, while Gao Chuan confidently assud that the issue with Song Xin was not worth ntioning. Over ti, this led to an accumulation of unresolved conflicts that ultimately erupted.
After all, both were at fault, and now both were stubborn, each waiting for the other to break the ice.
But as Grandma said, marriage is about two people, requiring consideration of each other’s feelings.
Jiang An didn’t leave the hospital until it was dark, casually hailing a taxi from the roadside.
The lights were just beginning to brighten, with neon lights dazzling along the road, the light colors blurred in the distance, the sound of car horns occasionally reaching her ears.
Jiang An leaned back in the seat, slowly pondering the words the elderly had said to her today, and after a long while, she straightened up and took out her mobile phone from her bag.
She opened WeChat, scrolled to the chat with the man, typing on the keyboard while deep in thought, the words she wanted to say slowly forming on her screen, her face gently focused as she looked down.
As she was intently editing, the driver next to her turned the steering wheel for a bend, and a large truck ca without warning, a looming shadow quickly enveloping everything, and before Jiang An could look up, darkness fell before her eyes.
A long screeching of brakes tore through the sky, and the two vehicles collided, instantly filling the air with dust.
The taxi was no match for the rushing large truck and was hit so hard it was sent flying, flipping over in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Accompanied by the sounds of tal friction and tearing, after the dust settled, the scene was too grueso to look at.
The airbag deployed instantly, stretching across in front of Jiang An.
When she reopened her eyes, she found herself positioned face-down, trapped in her seat, with a piercing roar filling her ears.
Blood seeped from her forehead, her body underpinned by an unbearable sharp pain.
She struggled powerfully in vain, her legs were firmly stuck inside the car, and thick blood oozed down her legs.
Her breath was already weak, gasping as if all her strength had left her.
A suffocating feeling overwheld her chest, she felt she was about to lose consciousness.
The night was murky, the overturned taxi was now malford, and the guilty driver realizing the trouble he had caused, fled in a panic.
Jiang An felt an unprecedented despair, sensing her impending death.
Her eyes moved to the side, noticing light emitting from not too far away.
It was her phone that she had flung aside earlier.
Jiang An reached out with effort to the shattered phone screen, seeing the chat screen still open where she was sending a ssage to Gao Chuan, and with all her might, she activated the voice call.
In the mont facing death, she wanted to hear his voice, even if it was to be obliterated right after.
If given a chance, she wanted to tell him, "I love you."
Even if what awaited her was eternal farewell.
No one could imagine the indescribable despair in her heart at that mont.
The ringing of the phone seed to go on for a long while, every passing second a huge tornt for her at that ti.
Finally, when the call connected, tears stread down the girl’s face.
Just as she struggled to move her lips to speak, she suddenly heard a woman’s voice from the other end: "Hello, Jiang An, what’s the matter?"
In an instant, all was lost.
Hearing no response from this side, Song Xin spoke again, "Gao Chuan is out at the mont. Do you need anything? I can pass a ssage for you."
"Hello?" the other side repeated twice, and receiving no answer, they hung up the call.
Tears silently stread down her face, mixing with her blood, her head suddenly weighed down, losing the last bit of consciousness.
"Beep—" The sound of the phone disconnecting ca from beside her, her final mory.
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