After a brief moment of distraction, Shu Chuanran let out a soft sigh. A fleeting hint of regret crossed his dark, deep eyes before his expression returned to its usual indifference.
Then, he gently tapped his palm on the glass of the door.
If someone were to pass by from a distance at this moment, they would see the warm-colored light source ahead.
A man in a wheelchair, with a calm demeanor, was intently leaving something on the glass of the ward door with his fingertips.
His fingertips were tracing her body delicately, and his regained consciousness was also etching it into his mind.
To be able to wake up from a coma and see her again, even under these circumstances.
Even if he wasn't face to face with her, it seemed enough for Shu Chuanran.
Not disturbing him was his last act of courtesy before leaving.
He lost, so he has to leave.
On the eve of his departure, he only wanted to etch her image into his blood and make it one with his bones.
at last.
It is stored in that pulsating lava.
As long as he lives, she can stay inside forever; this is his only wish.
Stopping her fingertips, she gazed deeply at the motionless figure in the ward, her eyes filled with endless longing. Shu Chuanran slowly lowered her dark eyelashes, then moved her wheelchair and turned to leave the ward.
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As his figure disappeared from the front of the ward, Shu Yi silently turned around and gazed at the glass embedded in the door.
And the image on the almost blurred glass, now covered again by fog.
Tiny water droplets were condensing and flowing down the traces of the image left by Shu Chuanran.
The scene was about to be covered by fog, but she could see it clearly through the reflection as he sketched it.
The drawing on the glass depicts her; the strokes are very simple.
But she saw a guitar that she knew best in the palm of the person in the picture.
With a shifting expression, Shu Yi moved her gaze to the figure on the hospital bed, and then she walked to the bedside.
Shu Yi pulled up a chair and sat down next to Zhang Youye. She reached out and brushed the blond hair that was covering his forehead. She propped her face up with one hand and stared at his flawless handsome face, but suddenly a mischievous thought came to her mind. She leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"Zhang Youye, if you don't wake up soon, I might really be taken away by someone else."
"If someone else takes me away from you, are you going to cause a huge uproar in Jingnan again?"
"Or are you planning to cause a scene for three days and three nights again, kill the person who took me away, and then take me back?"
"Then you'd better wake up quickly. If I run away with them to another country, it'll be hard for you to get it back. The world is so big, and there are so many cities abroad. You can't be sure which city I'll go to, right?"
The drawn-out syllable ended in silence as Shu Yi carefully observed Zhang Youye's facial expression.
Snowflakes fluttered outside, while indoor lights flickered.
With the warm light source overhead, his strong features were softened by the projection, but his eyes were tightly closed, and his colorless and dry lips beneath his high nose bridge appeared particularly pale and haggard.
Seeing that his handsome face showed no reaction, remaining completely indifferent, Shu Yi suddenly felt a pang of sadness at not witnessing the jealous king's display of jealousy.
With a long sigh, she shook her head in frustration.
Then, Shu Yi made a move to get up, intending to go to the next bed to rest.
Unexpectedly, I had just tucked him in.
As he turned around, his palm, which was hanging down by his side, was suddenly gripped tightly by a strong hand.
Her body suddenly froze, her movement of leaving halted, and her slender fingertips were forced to stop in mid-air.
The familiar warmth from her palm instantly spread throughout her body.
She tried to pull her arm away, but the other person sensed her motive and gripped it even tighter.
A glint flashed in her eyes, and in the instant her dark pupils moistened, Shu Yi couldn't wait to turn around and check. As she followed, a weak yet surprisingly firm and dry voice appeared in her ear.
"You dare."
He forced out two words from between his lips, then slowly opened his dark eyes and stared intently at the slender figure beside him.
He tried to calm his heavy breathing, then pulled her in front of him. His thin face, which had the air of a young man, finally showed some emotional fluctuations.
His gaze darkened as he met her reddened eyes.
He scrutinized her for a moment without showing any emotion, then closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, his barely audible voice laced with gritted teeth.
"Shuyi, if you dare to run away with someone else, I will break your legs."
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