"Sheng Huai!"
"Sheng Huai is now..."
Grandma stared at Su Yun's face, repeating incessantly, her sobs becoming more and more choked.
In the end, it had turned into a hoarse and low howl.
"grandmother."
Su Yun hugged Grandma Sheng's skinny body tightly in her arms.
"Xiao Yun! Grandma... I'm so scared."
The head of the Sheng family, who was once a powerful figure in the business world and had stood up for herself countless times, was now like a dead leaf, lifeless in Su Yun's arms.
The skinny palm tightly grasped the back of Su Yun's hand and rubbed it.
As her grandmother spoke in a broken and choked voice, Su Yun's tears gradually fell.
Sheng Huai's car hit a truck loaded with steel bars, almost piercing his heart.
“It’s okay…it’s okay.”
Grandma Sheng's voice trembled, and she fell to her knees on the ground with her hands clasped together.
“May our ancestors bless you!”
"Luckily they didn't take my only grandson away from me!"
She turned around and grabbed Su Yun's hand, her old face full of tear marks.
"Xiaoyun!"
"Grandma has lost her husband, her son, and her daughter-in-law..."
"Now, besides you, Sheng Huai is the only relative in the world."
Su Yun let her hold it tightly, and everything in front of her eyes was blurry.
After a long time.
Grandma Sheng finally calmed down a little.
"Yun'er, don't feel any psychological burden."
Su Yun raised her misty eyes, not understanding what her grandmother meant.
"Grandma knows that you have suffered a lot in the Sheng family."
Grandma Sheng patted her shoulder gently: "Don't give up your persistence just because of what grandma said."
He wiped away his tears and held her hand tighter.
"Grandma has seen the report before. My little Su Yun is on the stage. She looks so beautiful!"
"grandmother!"
Su Yun finally burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, I should have come earlier."
"Silly girl..."
Grandma Sheng patted her hands on the back, her tone gentle and loving: "Don't feel burdened. You should have the life you want, instead of being a housewife in this cold house of the Sheng family."
"There's just one thing. You have to promise grandma..."
Su Yun burst into tears: "You tell me, I will definitely agree to it."
"No matter what your relationship with Sheng Huai is in the future, you must visit grandma often."
"good!"
The cold wind of late autumn blew through the corridor, and the two held each other's hands tightly.
Tears rolled down.
The ward door was opened from the inside.
The nurse came out with a tray.
Grandma Sheng stood up quickly: "Excuse me..."
"Don't worry."
The nurse raised the tray in her hand and chuckled, "I just changed the dressing. Fortunately, it's just some skin injuries. I just need to observe it for a few days."
"Thank you, thank you."
Grandma Sheng bowed and thanked her, then turned around and looked at Su Yun: "You go... go see him."
She stood up and pushed open the door of the ward little by little.
The setting sun shines on the floor and the wind lifts the gauze curtains.
The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
He was wearing a striped hospital gown and leaning against the head of the bed, holding a yellowed sketchbook in his hands, his handsome features revealing fatigue.
Noticing movement at the door, Sheng Huai raised his head from the sketchbook.
Their eyes met in silence.
He looked at her with gloomy eyes.
She was wearing a long purple dress and her pale face was still covered with stage makeup that had not been removed cleanly in a hurry.
As he watched, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Ms. Su, why did you draw like a cat again?"
He didn't call her Mrs. Sheng.
Su Yun also laughed.
She met his gaze and walked step by step to the head of the bed.
"Boss Sheng, why is your arm wrapped like this?"
"This doesn't suit your style. It's ugly."
Her eyes fell on the sketchbook in his hand, Su Yun frowned, and was in a trance for a moment.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you shy?"
Sheng Huai looked at her jokingly, then lowered his head and flipped through the picture book page by page.
Read it out loud.
"December 3, today is a public piano class. He is still very indifferent. I deliberately sat in the last row and looked at Sheng Huai for a long time. Does he know that he looks good in a white shirt?"
"December 20th. I'm so nervous! I'm going to recite with him on the radio station today. I wonder if he will remember me this time."
"On January 8, he still didn't look at me, and still didn't remember me... Maybe Sheng Huai will never know that we have met."
He spoke every word, his voice full of warmth, until his voice trembled so much that he could no longer speak.
Su Yun lowered her eyes, and a layer of mist covered her eyes.
In the misty fog, they looked at each other.
Sheng Huai.
This man she loved and hated.
Looking at it again now, I feel calm.
The window of the ward was not closed tightly, and the cold wind of late autumn blew in, making my eyes red.
"Yun'er."
Sheng Huai looked into her eyes, murmured her name, and suddenly smiled softly.
The big hand grabbed the frosty white wrist.
She looked at him.
Their eyes met.
They were speechless.
After a long time, looking at those beautiful eyes that were once filled with tears for him, Sheng Huai finally...his voice trembled.
The emotion of reluctance surged wildly in those dark eyes.
He wanted to ask her to stay, wanted to tell her how much he loved her, wanted to ask her to come back.
But in the end, he just rolled his Adam's apple and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his face had returned to its previous coldness and gloom.
"You go now."
Sheng Huai's tone was very light.
A look of indifference.
"Sheng Huai, then you..."
Su Yun's words were rudely interrupted.
“Don’t leave yet!”
He turned his head to the side, threw the sketchbook in his hand heavily back onto the table, his eyes full of impatience.
It seemed that he didn't want to look at the woman next to him any more.
"Then I'm leaving."
Su Yun stood up little by little, her eyes falling on the IV drip that was about to finish. She wanted to reach out to press the call bell, but it was opened impatiently by a big hand.
"Go away! Stop being an eyesore!"
Her fingertips paused for a moment, then turned and left.
The ward door closed with a dull thud.
Sheng Huai lay there expressionless, his eyes fixed on the door.
After a long time, he looked away.
He picked up the sketchbook on the table and began to turn the pages one by one.
It records Su Yun’s entire youth.
Every page has itself.
The joints are distinct, and the pale, slender fingers trace carefully on it.
Looking at the gentle and kind little woman writing down her thoughts one stroke at a time, my throat felt sore.
Sheng Huai's fingertips trembled, and all kinds of emotions surged.
Hate my own stupidity.
Angry at my own indifference.
More...blame it on my own selfishness.
When he first saw Su Yun, he wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, gently begging her to go home with him, begging her to forgive everything, and begging her to continue loving him.
But he knew that Su Yun had been deeply hurt by him.
After experiencing the life-and-death moment of the car accident, he now wants more——
Completely and completely, I have her again.
It's not coercion, nor is it threat, nor is it emotional kidnapping.
He wanted her to fall in love with him again.
Just like before, fall in love with yourself willingly and without reservation.
Sheng Huai closed his eyes, feeling extremely confident.
He will give his all and use his heart to win back the little Su Yun in his memory.
Then hold it in your hands and take good care of it for the rest of your life.
…
Su Yun walked slowly along the long corridor.
The mood is complicated, but also calm.
Sheng Huai's attitude today was beyond his expectations.
No entanglement, no threats.
Maybe he really figured it out.
Su Yun's steps became lighter.
Before I knew it, dusk had fallen.
There were all kinds of people in front of the hospital, and Su Yun felt a moment of melancholy.
A sharp and piercing voice sounded behind me.
"Bitch!"
"It's all your fault!"