The doctor's words seemed to plunge him into an ice cave, making him feel dizzy and disoriented.
The doctor patted him on the shoulder to comfort him and then quickly left.
At this moment, Lin Moxiao felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he was filled with despair. Helplessly, he squatted on the ground and burst into tears. The death of his mother six years ago had also caused him unbearable pain. The pain of losing his loved ones and the fate of losing his lover caused his fragile heart to erupt once again.
His body seemed to be drained of all strength in an instant, tears silently streaming down his face, and his defenses completely crumbled.
At the same time, Huang Tao and the other criminals were finally arrested and brought to justice. Their cases were expedited and they were convicted. Sun Qi also suffered multiple fractures and was sent to the orthopedic treatment center.
After a day and a night of strenuous rescue efforts, Huang Minghao woke up on the third day. Li Yuxiang had been crying all the way to the hospital since receiving the police notification. When she saw her son finally wake up, she hugged him and cried with heartache.
"Son, you're finally awake! You scared your mother to death! If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't want to live anymore. That damned bastard Huang Tao is a truly wicked beast! He could even do that to his own brother."
She cried sincerely, both from sadness and heartache. Hearing Huang Minghao cry out in pain, she finally realized how out of control she had been.
"I'm sorry, son, did I hurt you? What do you want to eat? Mom will go buy it for you."
Huang Minghao had bandages wrapped around his head, multiple bone fractures, and a knife wound on his thigh that was bleeding heavily. He was wrapped up like a long, large rice dumpling.
"Mom, how is Xiaoya? Where is she?"
He spoke very softly, trying his best to control the tension in his entire body, afraid that if he spoke loudly, his whole body would feel like it was being torn apart.
Li Yuxiang knew what her son was thinking. She had just subtly inquired about Jiang Shuya from the doctor; she had been unconscious for three days and three nights and had not yet woken up. She put on a calm smile.
"She's fine. She just came here to see you. Now that you're awake, she's probably gone home to rest. Don't worry, I'll call her later and ask her to come see you, okay?"
Huang Minghao didn't speak, turning his head away with tears welling up in his eyes. He knew Jiang Shuya couldn't possibly be alright; she had been beaten so badly by Huang Tao, there was no way she could escape unscathed.
His prediction was correct. Jiang Shuya was still under observation and treatment in the intensive care unit, and her life was in danger at any time. Lin Moxiao looked in from the outside with bloodshot eyes. An oxygen tube had been inserted into her mouth and nose, and various instruments to restore her vital signs were being used on her.
Just then, two people came running towards them, looking anxious. It turned out to be Jiang Shuting and Chen Lin.
"Sister, sister, what happened to you?" Jiang Shuting pounded on the glass door, staring in disbelief at the person lying inside—her sister.
"Let's go ask the doctor. Don't cry, it won't help!" Chen Lin said calmly, pulling Jiang Shuting to find the attending physician, completely ignoring Lin Moxiao's presence.
Several days later, Jiang Shuya still hadn't woken up. Lin Moxiao, who hadn't slept for days and nights, neither ate nor drank, and stood outside waiting patiently for the person inside to wake up. He firmly believed that Jiang Shuya would never abandon him; she loved him, so he had to wait here.
Lin Moxiao's deep affection and unwavering devotion, his lingering gaze never leaving her, subtly touched the hearts of the doctors and nurses on duty.
"Look, that man has been here for days, and he hasn't left. He's been waiting for his lover to wake up. Ah! What a pitiful couple."
Some people couldn't help but sigh that men who are so devoted to their partners are probably extinct now; it's truly a rare sight.
Reborn into this life, it feels like a lifetime ago. In Jiang Shuya's consciousness, she feels both anticipation and longing for the person she once loved. Perhaps she truly cannot bear to leave, but her soul has quietly returned to her past life.
She remembered that in her past life, she had committed suicide by jumping into the river. Unconsciously, she drifted to the riverbank and witnessed herself being pulled ashore by a cargo ship. When she was taken to the hospital, she showed no vital signs. Around her stood a group of familiar faces, including Tangtang, who was sobbing. Tangtang was now 14 years old, a beautiful young woman, clutching Jiang Shuya's body and repeatedly calling out, "Mommy, Mommy..."
Upon seeing Tangtang, Jiang Shuya was overjoyed and couldn't wait to pull her up, but she couldn't budge her no matter what she did. She opened her mouth, but couldn't call out. It seemed that no one here could see her, and they could only helplessly watch as they covered their faces and wept over their own bodies.
Then she heard her mother Li Dalan's voice again:
"My Xiaoya...my Xiaoya! You're so young, how could you be so heartless? It's all my fault for being so busy. I didn't even have time to talk to you properly when you called. It's all my fault!"
She kept blaming herself and feeling remorseful. The scene became solemn and heavy. When a person dies, there is no greater good than death. Everyone sighed in unison.
However, the next second, Huang Minghao arrived late. Without a word, he walked up to Jiang Shuya, placed a bouquet of roses he had brought near her ear, bent down, and reached out a hand to touch her cheek, his face full of guilt.
"Xiaoya, I'm sorry I'm late. I've let you down, you know? I've been carrying a secret in my heart, a lifetime of guilt and unease. I'm not human; I forced all this guilt on you. I know I was wrong now, but it's too late. You are my, Huang Minghao's, best, best wife, and you always will be..."
Seeing Huang Minghao's deep self-reproach in her past life, Jiang Shuya smiled with relief. At this moment, she realized how precious life was and why she had chosen to commit suicide. She was so stupid. Her heart no longer ached because she no longer cared. No matter how much Huang Minghao repented, she would just watch coldly.
She glanced around at everyone present and realized that someone seemed to be missing. No, where was Lin Moxiao? Where was he? Where was the man who loved her to the bone?
At this moment, she panicked again. She carefully observed everyone who came, and even saw her cousin and Wang Ziliang, but she didn't see him.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, as if the river had been cut.
Her soul was still wandering in her past life, searching for all traces of him. She flew through the air and drifted down until she found his home, Plum Garden, Yushan Apartment, Hexi Dream City. She searched them all and found that they were all strangers' faces. She didn't recognize any of them. She felt like she was in a dream and began to doubt herself. Did she not have him in her memories of her past life?
No, she remembered that the boy who loved playing basketball had confessed his feelings to her. They were alumni, seniors. Lin Moxiao did exist, and she desperately wanted to know the answer: where had he gone?
Finding no trace of him, Jiang Shuya was devastated. She returned to the hospital, only to find his body completely covered with a white sheet. Everyone in the room had left. Just as she was at her wit's end, Jiang Shuyue quietly entered. Trembling, she took a book from her bag, her voice trembling with tears:
"Xiaoya, he asked me to give this to you. What a cruel twist of fate! He died in an accident at the training base a few days ago. He always loved you. You two can be reunited now. Remember, don't reject him again."
Jiang Shuya suddenly felt dizzy and as if struck by lightning.
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