"Stop," he said as they stood by the pavilion.

"Listen to me, I promise I can save you, please stop fooling around, okay?" Zhao Shu pleaded. She was truly afraid to see Huo Baichuan die in front of her. He should be that sun-like man, standing at the pinnacle of humanity, looking down upon all living beings. How could he die? How could he!

Huo Baichuan shook his head. "I know my own body. Don't waste your energy." He then looked at Wei Tingsi. "Can I borrow her for a while?"

Wei Tingsi remained expressionless, neither speaking nor nodding, and carried him directly to the pavilion, letting him sit down against a pillar. Zhao Shu silently turned around and stood guard not far away.

Everyone had left, and Zhao Shu looked at him through tears, saying, "I really can save you."

Huo Baichuan nodded, reaching out his blood-covered hand to wipe away her tears. "I know, but I don't want to live anymore."

Zhao Shu held his hand and cried bitterly. It wasn't that he didn't want to live; he clearly knew he couldn't save her. He had injured an artery, so he was bleeding profusely and would soon die from blood loss. With such backward technology, where could she find blood to transfuse him?

Even on his deathbed, he would make excuses for others.

"Back then, if I wanted to marry you before you fell in love with Wei Chang'an, would you have agreed?" He forced a smile.

Zhao Shu nodded, tears streaming down her face, and choked out, "Yes, yes."

"Zhao Shu, I regret it now. I regret not acting sooner, letting someone else snatch you away." He looked more haggard than ever before, his lips were pale, and his eyes had lost their luster.

Zhao Shu thought, you don't have to be so gentlemanly.

However, he didn't say anything in the end. Instead, he kept pressing on the bleeding spot with his hand. After a while, Xiao Guozi brought out a medicine box that he rarely used. Zhao Shu frantically searched inside and found some gauze. He tied the gauze around the wound and then applied ice. He sprinkled all the hemostatic medicine in the medicine box onto the wound.

However, blood continued to gush out.

Huo Baichuan watched her busy herself and reached out to gently pull her along. "It's no use. Even after stopping the bleeding, we still need to remove the stuff inside, which will cause more bleeding. Actually, it's fine as it is."

"No, I won't let you die! I'm not dead yet, how can you die?" Zhao Shu felt a tearing pain in her heart.

"Look, I told you to be more childish before, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're acting like a child. Listen to me, don't tire yourself out." His speech was slow and weak.

Zhao Shu didn't look at his face; she didn't dare to, afraid that seeing his deathly pale face would break her.

All the ice was placed on his heart, as if to bury him with ice.

"As you wish, I'll be a little silly, a little childish, you should be happy." Zhao Shu's hands didn't stop moving, she turned to Xiao Guozi and ordered, "Go and call everyone from the Huo family here, all of them!"

If I had to choose one person to live, I would choose you, even if it meant sacrificing someone else's life!

Xiao Guozi didn't dare to delay and quickly went downstairs.

"Zhao Shu, if I die, will you remember me?" he asked, looking at Zhao Shu hopefully.

Shaking her head, Zhao Shu's vision began to blur again, tears dripping onto the back of her hand. "No, if you die, I will forget you immediately, and I will never remember you."

Zhao Shu didn't know what she was being stubborn about. She just didn't want him to die. He should be the most glorious Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, dominating the court and standing out from the crowd.

His charisma was less than a third of what it was in his previous life, how could he possibly die?

"It's better not to remember, so you won't laugh at me for not being able to catch up with you," he said casually, as if he were joking.

Zhao Shu looked up at him. "Don't speak, I beg you."

"To remain silent is to be dead." He said calmly, showing no concern for life or death.

Zhao Shu felt that she would not be able to hear the word "death" for the next few decades; hearing it was like a heavy blow to her heart.

"Then tell me, don't die, I like the way you nag."

"Zhao Shu, you said you like me, so do you love me?" He sounded like a mischievous child, but his tone was so heartbreaking it made you want to cry, to burst into tears.

"Love." Zhao Shu didn't know if this word was true or false. As long as he wanted to hear it, she could say it. She wasn't afraid of being accused of two-timing. After all, she was the one who dragged him into her complicated relationship.

Zhao Shu owes Huo Baichuan something. Her reputation is bad, but he vouched for her, protected his own and his father's reputation, and gave her the confidence to make other efforts.

Several times, he could have ignored it, but he still intervened.

She owed this person something; she had intended to take advantage of him from the start, and she was the one who wronged him.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely be the first to meet you, the first to say I want to marry you, and the first to fall in love with you," he said, cupping Zhao Shu's face and gently wiping away her tears.

"But what if I don't recognize you in the next life after I die and cross the Bridge of Helplessness?" What's the use of the next life? Nobody remembers anyone in the next life.

Huo Baichuan smiled with relief, "It's good that you don't remember me, and you don't remember him either."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shu broke down in tears, as if she were to shed all the tears she could in her entire life.

"I don't want you to cry for me, I want you to laugh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he said apologetically, his heart breaking at the thought that he would never be able to do anything for her again after he died. "I regret not having done anything for you."

"You live for me, isn't that right?" Zhao Shu's eyes were bloodshot as she looked at his chest, where the gushing blood seemed to be defying her, and she couldn't stop it.

“I thought I would never find another woman to live in my heart. I’m sorry, I was too presumptuous at first. I didn’t want to admit that I had fallen in love with you.” He said, muttering to himself, as if giving his last words, with a desolate and heartbreaking tone. “Yesterday I was thinking of taking you to see the sunrise and sunset, to see the clouds and rain, to see the mountains and the sea. But I can’t do it now.”

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