Chapter 167 The Last Kiss

The doctor came out, took off his mask, and his face was so grave it seemed to drip with tears.

"Although his heartbeat has been restored, President Fu's body is severely weakened due to the poison attack. We... have no other options."

"It might happen in the next day or two."

"Madam, please prepare yourself mentally."

Gu Xingnian swayed, took a step back absentmindedly, and leaned against the cold wall.

After a long while, she composed herself and walked to the bedside, tightly grasping the man's cold hand on the bed and pressing it against her face to warm it.

After a while.

She turned around, her voice hoarse.

"Lin Qi, go get me... a syringe for drawing blood."

Lin Qi's eyes were red, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Madam, please don't hurt yourself anymore. You are severely anemic, and your body won't be able to handle another blood draw!"

Gu Xingnian's eyes were empty, yet unusually firm.

"I want to be with him while he's lucid. Even...until the very last moment."

She paused, each word uttered with utterance.

“I also hope he remembers that I’m always here for him, so he can rest assured.”

Lin Qi couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal; he simply turned and walked out, his eyes red.

...

The snow in Maduri seems endless.

Sheng Weiwei stood under the porch, looking at the white expanse outside.

At this moment, she felt as if she had been thrown into a cold cage, isolated from the world.

A heavy coat, still warm from a man's body, was suddenly draped over her shoulders.

She stiffened, slowly turned around, her small face as cold as ice.

"Seven days." Her voice was soft and ethereal, yet every word was barbed. "When are you going to send me away?"

She pressured him to keep that damn promise.

Zhan Xiao's tall figure stood behind her, blocking the draft.

He looked at the heavy snowfall and spoke in a low voice.

"Wait for the snow to stop. In this kind of weather, planes can't fly."

In her view, it was a deliberate delay. "Zhan Xiao, you're not keeping your word."

He didn't speak, but simply stretched out his long arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.

"Don't be angry, okay?" The voice was coaxing.

"Don't touch me!" Sheng Weiwei struggled violently, as if she had been tainted by something dirty.

"You're too dirty."

Zhan Xiao tightened his arms around her, his jawline taut.

He explained again, "Nothing happened between me and that Miss Xi. I am still innocent and belong only to you."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Sheng Weiwei interrupted him, her voice filled with weary resolve.

"I don't want you anymore." She repeated, each word emphasized, "I don't want you anymore."

She was so angry that she pushed him away and turned to leave.

Suddenly, his foot twisted.

"Ah..." she cried out in pain.

The next second, she was lifted into the air, and Zhan Xiao picked her up horizontally.

His domineering aura enveloped her, his strong chest hard as a rock.

"Zhan Xiao! Put me down!" She punched and kicked in his arms.

"Don't move." Zhan Xiao's voice was deep and resonant. "If you move again, you know the consequences."

She stopped moving, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

"I only had a miscarriage a short time ago..." Her voice was broken and choked with sobs, "You dare touch me and see what happens!"

The man's body was visibly stiff.

He looked down at her tear-streaked face, his voice hoarse.

"Okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you, stop crying, okay?"

My heart is broken.

The crack in her heart was too deep to mend.

...

In the afternoon, Fu Beichen finally woke up.

The moment my consciousness returned, I smelled a faint fragrance of lilies.

It smells wonderful.

He instinctively called out in a hoarse voice, "Niannian."

A soft hand immediately grasped his large hand. "I'm here. I've always been here."

As he listened to her voice, the empty space in his heart was filled.

He suddenly asked, "Is it still snowing?"

"It's very dark outside." She turned to look at the vast expanse of white outside the window.

He twitched the corner of his mouth as if he were smiling, "If I could still see, I would really like to build you a big snowman."

Gu Xingnian bent down and pinched his cheek.

"What, trying to find an excuse to skip it?"

"Even if you can't see it, you still have to build one for me. We'll build it together, and no one can slack off."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"good."

Gu Xingnian picked up a bowl of warm porridge from the side and said, "You haven't eaten all day. Finish your food first, and then we'll go play."

He nodded, and as he reached out to take the bowl, he heard her gentle voice.

"Open your mouth."

He obediently opened his mouth.

She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and carefully fed it to him.

She fed him carefully, bite by bite.

He swallowed very carefully, one bite at a time. But the rain in his heart kept falling.

After finishing the porridge, I washed up.

Gu Xingnian dressed him in a thick, warm down jacket and carefully put a hat on him.

She held his hand as if she were holding the hand of a child.

As soon as the door opened, a blast of cold air rushed in.

Almost instinctively, he pulled her into his arms, using his broad back to shield her from the biting cold wind.

Gu Xingnian was in his arms, her voice muffled but tinged with laughter.

"I'm not afraid of the cold, let's go."

"Lin Qi and the others are having an outdoor barbecue. Can you smell the aroma?"

"Let's build two big snowmen over there, and then go have a barbecue feast. I'm so hungry I could cry."

She took his hand and led him step by step outside.

The two people stood in the vast white world, their figures exceptionally conspicuous.

The wind was fierce, carrying her clear laughter as it whistled past her ears.

Fu Beichen, guided by his senses, squatted down and groped his way to gather the soft snow in front of him. Then, with his large, well-defined hands, he firmly kneaded it into a ball.

He moved slowly but steadily, and soon, a round, plump belly was finished.

He continued to dredge the snow beside him...

About half an hour later.

Two snowmen, one big and one small, stood up next to him, very close together.

Gu Xingnian ran over, circled the snowman, and chuckled.

"You piled it up so ugly!"

"Why are there two, one big and one small?"

He didn't turn his head, but stared intently at the two snowmen.

She uttered a heavy sentence, "One is you. The other is our baby."

Gu Xingnian's laughter stopped abruptly.

He groped for her hand and pulled it to his, holding it tightly, his voice filled with unprecedented seriousness.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault for not protecting him properly, that's why he left."

"When I get there, I will definitely find him and take good care of him."

"Niannian, forgive me."

"He is not an embryo. He and you are both my whole life, the most important people in my life."

These words sound like a deathbed confession, or a belated repentance.

She paused, sniffed, and spoke very softly.

"Fu Beichen, I forgive you."

"This matter is over."

Yes, in the face of life and death, everything else becomes insignificant.

He jolted, eager to confirm, "Really?"

"Mmm." She nodded gently.

"Thank you!" he said excitedly, then cupped her face, lowered his head, and kissed her lips precisely.

The snow kept falling.

One by one, they fell on their hair and shoulders.

They kept kissing, without stopping.

Gu Xingnian tasted an indescribable bitterness.

She opened her eyes.

I saw large tears streaming down his empty eyes.

Filled with sadness and despair... those were Fu Beichen's tears.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her heart was torn apart once again.

At this moment, in the snow-covered world where snow was falling all around, only she and he remained...