Chapter 92 The Finale

Wang Yan had never felt time pass so slowly.

He stood outside the emergency room, pacing back and forth.

Su Yueming's blood stained his clothes, and his tears soaked his collar.

His hands trembled uncontrollably; he couldn't imagine what would happen if Su Yueming really died.

He would really go crazy.

Wang Yan stared intently at the door of the emergency room, fear gripping his heart.

He prayed to God in his heart, willing to give up the rest of his life to wake Su Yueming up.

Perhaps God heard his heart's desire, for after a long time, the door to the emergency room was finally opened.

Doctors and nurses came out one after another.

Without hesitation, Wang Yan rushed forward, his voice urgent and his body swaying: "How is he? Is he alright?"

The doctor took off his mask and took a deep breath: "The patient is out of danger, but still needs to be observed in the hospital."

"That's good, that's good."

Wang Yan kept repeating this sentence, his expression already somewhat dazed.

"Don't worry too much, you still need to take good care of your health."

The doctor comforted Wang Yan.

"I know."

Wang Yan forced a bitter smile.

Su Yueming's assistant finally arrived and ran down the corridor.

He was covered in sweat, and his voice was terribly hoarse, "Brother Yueming, what's wrong?"

"They are out of danger."

Wang Yan then began to speak.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly roared again: "How could this happen? Brother Yueming wouldn't drive like that!"

Wang Yan hesitated, recalling the scene in his mind.

"He...he did it to save me." Wang Yan burst into tears instantly, his voice choked with sobs.

The assistant was completely unprepared for this turn of events. Seeing Wang Yan's grief-stricken appearance, he could only swallow his accusations.

The white light shone on Wang Yan's face, making him look even more lifeless.

"Go home and change your clothes first." The assistant looked away and pursed her lips. "I'll look after Yueming."

Wang Yan lowered his head and looked at the bloodstains that had congealed on his clothes; the smell of rust filled his nostrils.

He slowly nodded slightly: "Okay."

Wang Yan left the hospital like a walking corpse.

Upon re-entering the villa, Wang Yan quickly took a shower and then changed into clean clothes.

He wanted Su Yueming to see him when he woke up.

Forget about getting married or not.

Forget about mistresses.

He didn't care about any of this as long as he could stay by Su Yueming's side.

However, when he rushed back to the hospital, Su Yueming had already woken up.

Seeing him enter the ward, the assistant tactfully left.

He was dressed in a large hospital gown, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were terrifyingly dark.

His gaze lingered greedily on Wang Yan.

Wang Yan slowly sat down beside him, tears almost rolling down her cheeks again.

"I've thought of a third thing."

Su Yueming didn't question Wang Yan about why he left, but instead spoke in this way.

What is it?

Wang Yan clenched his fists tightly to control his surging emotions.

"I hope you can love me," Su Yueming said, his voice trembling, "love me as much as I love you."

These words reached Wang Yan's ears, and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

The ward became unusually quiet, with only the sound of tears falling to the ground.

"I love you." Tears welled up in Wang Yan's eyes. "I've always loved you."

This accident taught Wang Yan and Su Yueming a lesson: love cannot wait.

Unexpected events and pleasant surprises—we never know which will come first.

All we can do is avoid leaving any regrets.

"Really?" Tears welled up in Su Yueming's eyes. "I'm so happy."

Wang Yan grabbed Su Yueming's hand, which was resting on the bed.

"I've liked you since high school, and I still do now," Wang Yan said in a hoarse voice. "Su Yueming, I love you."

"Then why did you leave me?"

Su Yueming looked at Wang Yan with grief, tears wetting his pillow.

“Song Xiya told me that you were going to marry her.” Wang Yan’s voice was hoarse and his thin body was trembling. “I don’t want to ruin your marriage.”

"So that's how it is."

Su Yueming finally understood, and his inner conflict was resolved.

“I will not marry Song Xiya. That was all my father’s idea. I will only marry you.” He gripped Wang Yan’s fingers tightly, his gaze unwavering. “I have always loved you, from high school until now. You have no idea how happy I was when I found out that you were the one who imprisoned me.”

These words ignited like fireworks in Wang Yan's mind, even making him forget to shed tears.

"Wang Yan, I love you too."

Su Yueming envisioned the future, saying, "Once I'm better, let's go to the Netherlands to get married."

"So you're not going to sing anymore?" Wang Yan sniffed.

"I don't want to sing for them anymore." Su Yueming finally smiled. "I want to sing only for you from now on."

"But...but will your family agree?"

Wang Yan felt uneasy; Song Xiya's words were still fresh in his mind.

"What does it matter if I agree or disagree?" Su Yueming looked into Wang Yan's eyes and said sincerely, "I just want you by my side."

"Me too, I only want you."

——

Perhaps it was God's blessing, but Su Yueming's injuries in the car accident were not very serious.

But this doesn't stop him from being affectionate at all.

"Honey, my wound hurts."

Su Yueming frowned and looked at Wang Yan expectantly.

Wang Yan immediately felt sorry for him and instinctively went to find a doctor.

As soon as he stood up, Su Yueming grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, and Wang Yan turned around, puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

“No need to bother the doctor.” Su Yueming’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I have a better way to relieve the pain.”

"What is it?" Wang Yan asked curiously.

"Just give me a kiss."

Su Yueming said this.

Wang Yan: "?"

"Come on," Su Yueming said pitifully again, "Hurry up, I can't stand the pain anymore."

How could Wang Yan possibly refuse Su Yueming?

So he leaned down and kissed Su Yueming's cheek, but Su Yueming raised his hand and grabbed the back of his neck.

What was meant to be a kiss on the cheek turned into a full kiss.

When the kiss ended, Wang Yan found himself lying in a hospital bed.

She instinctively wanted to get down, but Su Yueming held her waist.

"Husband, don't go."

After taking care of Su Yueming in the hospital for so many days, Wang Yan is now immune to the word "husband".

Su Yueming pressed his cheek against his shoulder and murmured, "I feel so happy right now."

Wang Yan turned his head to look at him: "Do you know why I imprisoned you?"

"Why?"

Su Yueming looked back at him.

“Because I was misdiagnosed with a terminal illness at that time, I wanted you to be by my side in my final moments.” Wang Yan took a deep breath: “So as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

"If only time could turn back."

Su Yueming spoke these words in the darkness.

"Why?"