Ten minutes...

"Cough!" Wen Qing coughed again, and a patch of bright red blood was sprayed onto the white bed sheet.

Ji Yanjun's heart skipped a beat.

The old doctor and several other doctors were taken aback. The old doctor walked quickly to the bedside with a solemn expression, reached out to check Wen Qing's forehead temperature, opened Wen Qing's eyelids to look at them, and then examined the blood on the blanket. He asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Wen Qing steadied herself before saying, "It hurts, it feels stuffy."

The old doctor immediately turned around and said a few words to the other doctors. The doctors' expressions simultaneously turned serious, and then the group left the ward together, as if something extremely serious had happened. They then began to discuss how to resolve the situation.

At this moment, only Ji Yanjun remained in the ward. Ji Yanjun stood there blankly, lost in thought as the familiar scene made him lose himself in thought. Wen Qing was just like that back then, very thin and frail, coughing up blood at the end of her life, which also left a group of doctors helpless. He slowly turned his head to look at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing sat on the bed for a while, then instead of lying down, she lifted the covers, sat up, slowly found her slippers, and then, holding onto the bed, slowly walked towards the door. Her figure looked unusually thin, and her steps were extremely light, as if she were standing in the clouds, afraid of breaking through the clouds.

Ji Yanjun looked at her, his eyes reddening. He reached up and wiped his eyes, asking, "Qingqing, where are you?"

Wen Qing's voice was very soft: "Where is my mother? Why has she been gone for so long and still hasn't come back?"

Ji Yanjun wiped his eyes again, paused, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace.

Wen Qing stiffened, immediately feeling the warmth emanating from him.

Ji Yanjun said softly, "She went to make a phone call and will be back in a bit. Wait here for a while; Wen Liang and Wen Peng will be here soon too."

"I won't wait, I want to go see her." Wen Qing tried to struggle, but she couldn't escape Ji Yanjun's embrace.

"Don't go," Ji Yanjun said softly.

"I want to go," Wen Qing insisted.

"Don't go, Qingqing." Ji Yanjun pleaded, as if begging her not to go to that faraway place.

Wen Qing stood still.

Ji Yanjun buried his face in the crook of her neck, gently stroking it, inhaling the familiar fragrance emanating from her body, along with a faint scent of medicine, and his nose involuntarily stung with emotion.

Wen Qing instantly felt a warmth in the crook of her neck, followed by a dampness. She was startled, and then her heart felt damp as well.

"Yan... Ji Yanjun," Wen Qing called out.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry, Qingqing, I'm sorry..." Ji Yanjun said softly.

Wen Qing's eyes reddened: "My illness is none of your business."

“It’s my fault,” Ji Yanjun said.

"no."

“I didn’t take good care of you, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have left you alone at home. I should have taken you with me…” Ji Yanjun said softly, “I should have taken good care of you. If I had taken good care of you, you wouldn’t have gotten sick, you wouldn’t have…”

Wen Qing smiled, but her smile was pale and weak: "Don't blame yourself. You made a mistake, I made a mistake, we all made mistakes, but no matter whose fault it was, it's all in the past."

"No, there is no past. I can't get over it, and neither can you."

Wen Qing said softly, "Ji Yanjun, whether we can get through this or not, it's going to end eventually, isn't it?"

Ji Yanjun froze.

Wen Qing looked up at the clock on the wall. There were five minutes left, and her mother still hadn't returned. She wanted to see Yao Shiling one last time, so she said, "Ji Yanjun, let me go. I don't have time. I need to go find my mother."

Ji Yan did not move.

"Let go of my hand," Wen Qing said with difficulty, becoming slightly out of breath after speaking several words. "Let me go, I need to find my mother."

Ji Yanjun let go in a daze. Wen Qing slowly left his embrace and walked towards the door. She had only taken two steps when her legs suddenly gave way. Just as she was about to fall, Ji Yanjun quickly caught her. Because it was too fast, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, with Wen Qing sitting in his lap.

"Qingqing, are you alright?" Ji Yanjun asked hurriedly, "Did you fall? Does it hurt?"

Wen Qing shook her head gently, panting as if she were very tired. She suddenly felt tired and extremely upset. A strong sense of restlessness, as if her soul could not adapt to her body, welled up inside her. She was uneasy and agitated. She wanted to break free from this constraint, but she had no strength at all and leaned softly against Ji Yanjun.

"Qingqing," Ji Yanjun called out.

Wen Qing turned to look at Ji Yanjun, her slender hands gripping his collar, and said with some fear, "Yanjun, I think I have to go, I have to go..."

"Where are you going? Where are you going?" Ji Yanjun panicked and became afraid, saying, "Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing, look at me."

Wen Qing stared straight at him, into his eyes, then fell silent. After a moment, she suddenly spoke, "Yanjun, I did it, I did it all."

Ji Yanjun gazed quietly at Wen Qing, looking at her thin face. He wiped his eyes again, nodded, and said softly, "Yes, you did it. You did it. You never liked me, you never married me. You did it all. You did it all."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing was taken aback and stared at Ji Yanjun in surprise, trying to find something familiar in his eyes, and sure enough, she found it.

Ji Yanjun's eyes were red: "Qingqing, you did it all, you won, but... I can't do it, I still can't stop loving you, stop thinking about you, stop following you."

"...Yanjun".

"Qingqing, don't go, don't go, stay with me, please stay with me, okay? Don't go again." Ji Yanjun hugged her and said, "Qingqing, we'll be together, we'll be together forever. I'll tell you everything you want to hear. Qingqing, I like you, I love you, I want to be with you forever. You're right, you'll always be right. Don't get sick again, get well, let's go to Xiacheng, let's go to Xiacheng, we'll go to Xiacheng when you get better. Get well soon, okay?"

Wen Qing smiled, a smile she had never felt before, a smile of relief. She slowly stretched out her slender hand, her long fingers gently touching Ji Yanjun's face, following the contours of his face, touching his thin lips, the place she loved to kiss most in her past life, touching his high, straight nose, the place she loved to poke most after waking up in her past life, her slender fingers stopping near his eyes.

Wen Qing stared intently into his eyes, at his eyelashes. His eyelashes were exceptionally long, longer than hers. Such a masculine man, with such thick and curled eyelashes, had an added touch of dashing charm.

When they first met, she stared at his eyelashes, staring intently. He turned his head with a slight smile, and his bright, clear eyes, slightly curved, were incredibly captivating. His voice was melodious, with a touch of mischievousness. From that moment on, she fell hopelessly in love with him, a love that would last a lifetime.

At this moment, she called out with a weak smile, "Yanjun..." The smile was genuine.

Ji Yanjun held her hand and gently kissed it against his thin lips: "Qingqing, don't die, live, live, Qingqing..."

Ji Yanjun's tears fell onto Wen Qing's fingers, sliding down between her fingers onto her hand, palm, and wrist... The hot and cool sensations gently touched her heart.

Wen Qing's eyes reddened. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight on July 19th, with only twenty seconds left.

She really wanted to say to Yao Shiling: "Mom, don't cry, Liangliang and Pengpeng are still here."

She wanted to tell Wen Liang: Be a good Feng Qing and be filial to your mother.

She wanted to say to Wenpeng: Pengpeng, don't worry your mom, but keep being happy like this.

She wanted to say something to Aunt Xiao, she wanted to say something to Bao Hong, she wanted to say something to Tang Quan, she wanted to say something to Shi Lei…

But she couldn't utter a single word. A sharp pain surged through her body. With all her might, she moved closer to Ji Yanjun's lips and gently kissed the corner of his mouth, her voice hoarse as she said, "Yanjun, I'm leaving..."

At this moment, at 00:00:00 on July 20th, Wen Qing slowly closed her eyes, and her body immediately went limp.

Ji Yanjun was taken aback.

Just as Wen Qing was about to collapse, he reached out and cupped the back of her head, kissed her forehead, and then pulled her into his arms, saying repeatedly, "Qingqing, let's go to Xia City, let's go to Xia City, let's go anywhere else, as long as you like it. I will never give you a hard time again, I will believe in you, I will always believe in you."

We'll go to Xiacheng. Every morning, I'll get up, cook white rice porridge, and make steamed egg custard, then wake you up. At noon, I'll cook while you talk; I won't get annoyed no matter how much you talk to me. In the afternoon, we'll go for a walk on the beach, collect seashells, and so on…

Ji Yanjun choked up, his lips pressed against Wen Qing's hair: "Let's have another chubby baby, named Ji Heng, and we'll raise him together. He'll call you Mom and me Dad..."

"Qingqing, Qingqing..." Ji Yanjun held Wen Qing tightly and cried bitterly.

At the same time, Yao Shiling, who had finally gotten through to her home phone and Fengqing Shoe Factory's phone number, rushed in from outside. As soon as she entered, she saw Ji Yanjun holding Wen Qing tightly and crying bitterly in the ward.

"Wen Qing," Yao Shiling called out blankly.

"Wen Qing!" Yao Shiling called again, then suddenly ran out of the ward and frantically searched for the doctor: "Doctor, doctor, I need to see my daughter, I need to see my daughter!"

Yao Shiling summoned the old doctor and others, but the answer she received was: "The patient has stopped breathing."

Yao Shiling stepped forward, knelt down, and took Wen Qing's still-warm hand in hers, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably: "Wen Qing, Wen Qing..."