He took a step back slowly and with great difficulty, his voice trembling with despair: "...I...I understand...I'm leaving...I'm leaving now...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
He seemed to have used up all his strength to barely support himself from falling down, and turned around to leave the suffocating room.
"Wait." Ye Qingliu's voice sounded again, stopping him from escaping.
Mu Xinrong stopped stiffly, without looking back, but his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Ye Qingliu looked at his desperate back, and a very subtle fluctuation flashed across the depths of his gray-blue eyes.
He moved aside, making room for the door, and cast his gaze towards the unconscious Chao Youye on the bed. His voice remained calm, but with a hint of indescribable depth:
"What he needs is a constant temperature, not a raging fire, nor eternal ice. Melting requires time, and also... just the right temperature."
He paused and turned his gaze to Mu Xinrong, "You can stay. But, just watch, don't say anything. Keep quiet. If there are any abnormal fluctuations in his physiological indicators, I will ask you to leave immediately."
The huge surprise was like an electric current that instantly pierced Mu Xinrong's despair! He turned around abruptly, looking at Ye Qingliu in disbelief, and then looked at Hua Jinyue eagerly.
Hua Jinyue nodded to him gently, with an encouraging smile on her little face.
"I... I promise! I promise not to speak! I'll... just watch from the side!" Mu Xinrong's voice was incoherent, filled with the excitement and caution of someone who had survived a disaster.
Ye Qingliu nodded almost imperceptibly, pulled Hua Jinyue back to the sofa in the corner of the lounge and sat down, leaving the space for Mu Xinrong.
Hua Jinyue leaned obediently against her brother, but her eyes shifted curiously between Mu Xinrong and Chao Youye.
Mu Xinrong walked to the bedside very slowly and gently, as if walking on clouds. Each step was taken with extreme caution, as if he was afraid to disturb the sleeping spirit.
He sat down in the armchair beside the bed, his body stiffly straight, his hands clasped tightly in his knees, trying hard to suppress the urge to touch, to call out.
He could finally see him so closely.
In her sleep, Chao Youye shed all the cold mask and hard shell she wore during the day. Her long eyelashes, like tired butterfly wings, cast a faint shadow under her pale, almost transparent eyelids.
Her brows were still slightly furrowed, as if she couldn't shake off a heavy burden even in her sleep. Her lips had lost their color, becoming dry and cracked. The glaring red at the corner of her mouth had been carefully wiped away by Hua Jinyue, leaving only a faint mark.
He looked so fragile and thin, like a scarred porcelain doll abandoned by the world.
Mu Xinrong's heart was filled with great pain and bitterness. He looked greedily at the face he had been thinking about day and night, his eyes tracing his thin outline and watching his weak, almost imperceptible breathing.
He remembered how they had been doing homework together in the library, and how Chao Youye frowned slightly as she pondered the difficult questions; he remembered how he had secretly slipped him a strawberry-flavored candy under the desk, and how his heart had been beating wildly when his fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of his hand.
I remember the day we broke up, when he said to me in the cold wind, "I don't like you anymore," and the unconcealable, broken pain in his eyes...
It turns out that beneath the brokenness lies a love and sacrifice deeper than the pain.
It turns out that beneath this cold body is his soul that has never been extinguished but has been forcibly frozen.
He bit his lower lip hard to prevent the sob from escaping his throat.
Mu Xinrong could only watch quietly, her eyes silently expressing a thousand words: I'm sorry, I understand, I'm here, I won't leave you alone again...
Time slipped by in silent contemplation. The only sounds in the lounge were the faint hum of the equipment and the gentle breathing of the three people.
Ye Qingliu closed his eyes to rest, and Hua Jinyue leaned on his brother and seemed to have fallen asleep too.
After an unknown amount of time, Chao Youye's eyelashes on the bed trembled very slightly.
Mu Xinrong's heart instantly rose to his throat! He held his breath, his body tensed, not daring to move even a fingertip.
Chao Youye's brows furrowed even more, as if troubled by the remaining pain in his body. He slowly and with great difficulty opened his heavy eyelids.
My vision was blurry at first, and it took a while for me to adjust before it slowly came into focus.
The first thing that caught his eye was the unfamiliar, soft ceiling light in the lounge. Then, he subconsciously tilted his head slightly—
I met a pair of eyes that were close at hand, bloodshot, and filled with deep worry, heartache, love, and caution.
Mu Xinrong?!
A huge shock instantly shot through her body like an electric current! Chao Youye's violet eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils suddenly contracted! How could he be here?!
How could Ye Qingliu allow him to be here?! A subtle, warning throbbing came from deep within the core of the rules, and panic instantly gripped him! He almost instinctively wanted to curl up, to retreat, to re-arm himself with ice!
However, he was too weak. His body was so heavy that he could hardly move a finger.
The violent emotional fluctuations were like a heart stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly stirring up dangerous ripples in his body.
A familiar, tearing pain came from his chest, and a familiar fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat. He couldn't help coughing violently.
"Cough... cough cough... cough cough..." The suppressed coughing sound was particularly harsh in the silent room. He curled up in pain, a sickly flush quickly appeared on his pale face, and blood was about to flow from the corner of his mouth again!
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