Chapter 207 I Will Not Die

When Lu Jin was little, he would occasionally have dreams. In his dreams, there were delicious food, fun things to do, and of course, his loving parents.

But as he got older, he gradually stopped dreaming. It was only after he met Xia Zhen that he started having dreams related to her.

Before he was with her, he was filled with anxiety and uncertainty about her in his dreams.

After being with her, in his dreams he and she were entwined passionately.

He seemed to have completely said goodbye to his past self, and every future he could foresee was bright and happy.

Strangely, recently he has been dreaming about another version of himself.

He was just a man who lay in his hospital bed all day waiting to die, and rarely did a "stranger" come to visit him in his ward.

It is a scene of tranquility.

The Mu Zhijing in his dream was just like the Mu Zhijing he knew, always with a smile on his face and a refined and cultured demeanor. But the difference was that the Mu Zhijing in his dream had changed his surname to Song Zhijing, and he was much more spirited than the Mu Zhijing in the real world.

"I am very grateful to you for saving Susu when she was little." Song Zhijing smiled warmly. "To thank you, I will pay for Susu's hospitalization and medical expenses."

The white-haired boy, leaning against the bed, didn't speak. He just quietly looked at the bright yellow flower in the glass. Even though it was kept in water, the flower looked listless after a while.

It was as if something in the dark was foreshadowing his fate, that he too would soon wither away like this flower.

Song Zhijing smiled and said, "Su Su has always kept you in her heart. She has never given up looking for you. For example, there was a time when she was on a date with me, but she was watching the children playing by the roadside and suddenly thought of you."

Song Zhijing said, "You two were neighbors when you were little, right? Su Su said that you used to play together in the sandbox when you were little. She built a sandcastle and you built a row of soldiers. It's been so many years, and she still remembers it now. It sounds like you two had a very good relationship."

The white-haired boy didn't even look up, his tone indifferent, "I don't remember."

Song Zhijing smiled and said, "You don't need to feel embarrassed. The friendship between children is the purest. I won't overthink it."

The boy lowered his eyes; it was less that he was embarrassed and more that he was too lazy to respond.

Song Zhijing then said with admiration, "Speaking of which, I am really grateful to you and admire your courage. If you hadn't stood up back then, I might not have met Su Su now. So I understand why Su Su still misses you so much."

Song Zhijing picked up the things he had brought and said, "I don't know what you like. I just bought some things as a gift when I came. I hope you won't think I'm stingy."

The things he mentioned, just by looking at the packaging, you could tell they weren't cheap.

They were about the same age, but one was a rich young master, sitting in a chair as if in a warm spring breeze, while the other was a frail person disliked by his family, leaning against a hospital bed, already nearing the end of his life.

The latter seems to exist solely to highlight the former's brilliance.

The boy slightly raised his eyes, his pale eyes showing no emotion. "I helped her back then because she had helped me before. Other than that, I have no relationship with her. You don't need to imply anything here. I have no interest in her."

Song Zhijing smiled gently, "You've misunderstood, I..."

He said, "In my opinion, it's ridiculous for you to assert your sovereignty like a peacock spreading its tail feathers."

Song Zhijing's smile changed.

He did come with a tentative attitude. It was obvious that in Tang Susu's heart, the boy who saved her back then held a very special place.

Tang Susu is such a good person. When she really reunites with that boy, who can guarantee that the boy won't also be unable to forget Tang Susu?

After all, he was the kind of person who was willing to sacrifice himself for Tang Susu.

Driven by guilt, who can guarantee that Tang Susu won't develop unusual feelings for him?

This is exactly what Song Zhijing was worried about, which is why he appeared in this ward in his best condition today.

If the boy didn't have feelings for Tang Susu, that would be fine. But if he did, then when he saw her appear, he should have realized he was no match for her and backed down.

Song Zhijing never expected that he would be treated like a clown.

The white-haired boy was clearly emaciated, devoid of any vitality or energy, and even his gaze was lifeless.

Song Zhijing couldn't help but wonder, where did he get the courage to question his presence here?

This kind of arrogance is what's truly laughable.

Song Zhijing quickly composed himself and smiled as he left his phone number. "If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime. Don't feel pressured; this is all I should do on behalf of Susu."

Song Zhijing left, and the ward fell silent.

The boy didn't even glance at the business card the man had left behind. Instead, he reached out his thin hand and touched the flower.

A petal trembled and fell.

The already faint light in his eyes dimmed even further.

In the face of time, it seems that all life is powerless.

Flowers wither and fade, just as people die.

"It was a summer when I heard the cicadas chirping. He died on that hospital bed, and no one will cry for him."

As Lu Jin finished speaking, he heard the girl sob.

"Lu Jin, you won't die!" She clung to him, hugging his neck tightly, her face streaked with tears as she buried her face in his neck, the precious tears falling and wetting his shoulder.

When Lu Jin dreamed of his own death, he was like a spectator, without any sense of panic. However, now, hearing her crying, he felt a surge of tension and panic.

He gently comforted her, "Zhenzhen, it was just a dream. Dreams and reality are opposites, right?"

She held him tightly, nodding through sobs.

It seems that she cares more about what's in his absurd dreams than about him as the person involved.

Simply because she cares about him.

Lu Jin regretted bringing up the dream so early in the morning. When they were being affectionate, he should have acted out little scenes with her instead of talking about these random things.

Lu Jin sat up, holding her in his arms so it would be easier for him to pull her close. She leaned limply against his chest, still sobbing softly, which tugged at his heartstrings.

He gently stroked the back of her head and whispered, "Zhenzhen, don't be afraid, I won't die."