If he cannot be with her until the end, then he does not want to selfishly possess her for life.
This is the girl he loves most. How can he bear to watch her grow old alone for him?
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qiao Wanwan said coquettishly, "Our wedding doesn't need a rehearsal, this is our only wedding."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes in anguish, "Wanwan, I'm sorry..."
"Why do you keep apologizing to me?" Qiao Wanwan patted his chest. "Did you have another woman while you were in trouble?"
Zhan Jingting: "......"
She managed to dispel some of the sadness in his heart.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qiao Wanwan laughed out loud, "That's how it's written in novels."
Zhan Jingting patted her head and said, "Go to sleep. We'll be going back to the capital in a couple of days."
He longed to spend the rest of his days here with her in peace and quiet, but there were still many things waiting for him in the capital.
"You're going back so soon..." Qiao Wanwan was a little reluctant to leave. "I haven't had enough time here yet."
Zhan Jingting originally wanted to say that they could come again in the future, but he held back from saying it.
He probably won't have the chance to come here with her again.
"Wanwan, go to sleep."
"Um."
As dawn broke, Qiao Wanwan was vaguely awakened by a noisy commotion.
She couldn't sleep anymore, so she lay there playing on her phone for a while, and then got up when it was fully light.
Qiao Wanwan went downstairs, called over a bodyguard, and asked, "Was someone just here?"
“Yes, madam.” The bodyguard nodded and reported, “It was the old man next door who came for help, saying that something had happened to the old lady.”
Qiao Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. "What happened?!"
“I didn’t know. I immediately asked the doctor who was with him to go with him, but it was too late. Our doctor said it was an acute myocardial infarction. He had already passed away by the time she arrived.”
Qiao Wanwan was stunned. "How could this be..."
"As people get older, many unexpected situations arise, madam, please don't be too sad."
“Just a few days ago, they were making cookies together and celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary.” Qiao Wanwan couldn’t believe it. “Grandma is gone just like that. Grandpa must not be able to bear it.”
"No, the doctor said the old man was very calm. He called each of his children to come back and handle the funeral arrangements. He even personally saw the doctor off and thanked him. He did things in an orderly manner."
"Really?" Qiao Wanwan asked suspiciously. "But their relationship is clearly very good, so it's impossible for things to be this peaceful."
"We have no idea."
Qiao Wanwan discussed with Zhan Jingting and decided to attend the old lady's funeral before returning to China.
Zhan Jingting did not object.
The funeral was held two days later, and the whole process was very simple. According to the old lady's children, this was something the old couple had arranged long ago.
Despite its simplicity, a considerable number of people came, including relatives, friends, and residents of the town.
Qiao Wanwan realized that the bodyguard was right; the old man remained calm throughout, and there wasn't even a trace of sadness on his face.
After the funeral, Zhan Jingting took Qiao Wanwan's hand and walked home.
"What did you just say to the old lady's son?" Qiao Wanwan asked curiously.
“I told them to keep a close eye on the old man’s condition, because I was afraid something might happen to him.”
"What happened?"
"The calmer he appears on the surface, the more sorrowful he is inside, and it is a sorrow that has not been expressed. In this state, it is easy for something bad to happen."
Qiao Wanwan's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, he does look too calm, abnormally calm. Given the relationship between the two of them, it's impossible for him to be this calm."
"That's why I reminded his family to spend more time with him and care for him, and it would be best to take him away from here and let him live in a different environment," Zhan Jingting said. "Don't worry, his son said he will come to pick him up tomorrow."
"That's good."
Qiao Wanwan never expected that something would happen before the next day.
I heard that when the old man's son came to pick him up, he rang the doorbell for a long time but no one answered.
He remembered he had his key, opened the door, and went inside, where he found his deceased father.
He lay on her favorite recliner, still wearing a sweater with one sleeve unfinished—the one she had knitted for him to wear this winter.
Next to it was a suicide note.
The old man told them not to be sad, because he had decided to go with his wife from the moment she passed away.
They have been in love for 62 years since they started dating, and neither of them can live without the other.
So no matter where she went, he would go to find her.
Qiao Wanwan couldn't stop crying when she heard the contents of the old man's will read aloud at the funeral by his son.
Everyone present was deeply moved.
They may be the most ordinary couple in the world, but they have the most sincere love in the world.
A love that transcends life and death.
Zhan Jingting turned to look at the girl beside him, who was crying her eyes out, and suddenly felt a sense of fear.
If he leaves, how will Qiao Wanwan cope?
He dared not think about it!
......
In order to calm Qiao Wanwan down as soon as possible, Zhan Jingting arranged a plane to return to the capital.
Qiao Wanwan never liked to bring her sadness to those around her, so before going home, she had already adjusted her mood and happily distributed the gifts to everyone.
The living room was bustling with activity. The Ghost Hand Doctor gave Zhan Jingting a wink, and the two of them got up and left one after the other.
"Jing Ting." Only after arriving at the Ghost Hand Doctor's room did he ask, "How are you feeling?"
"It's about the same as before."
"Is that so?" The Ghost Hand Doctor frowned. "If the medicine is effective, you should feel better. Since it's about the same, it means the medicine can only suppress your pain, but it can't detoxify you."
"It should be."
"It's alright," the Ghost Hand Doctor reassured him. "The medicine from last time is almost used up. I'll draw your blood later so we can continue researching new medicine."
"Thank you for your hard work, old man."
"No need to say that." The Ghostly Doctor waved his hand. "By the way, why does Wanwan seem a bit dazed and absent-minded? Did something happen during this trip?"
"Nothing can be hidden from the old man..."
Zhan Jingting recounted what had happened with his neighbor.
After listening, the Ghost Hand Doctor sighed and said, "The old couple's love is indeed touching. In addition, Wanwan is a child who is very empathetic. This matter has deeply affected her, so she will definitely feel sad for the two old people."
“I know,” Zhan Jingting said in a deep voice. “That’s why I’m afraid that if I’m gone, will Wanwan be able to handle it?”
“Jingting, you have a child. If that day really comes, Wanwan should be able to hold on for the sake of the child, but…” The Ghost Hand Doctor sighed, “I can only say that I have watched Wanwan grow up and am the person who knows her best. Even I cannot guarantee whether she can hold on.”
"And I'm certain that even if she managed to endure it for the sake of the child, it would be a living hell for her."
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