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Perhaps because she slept too late last night, Sang Jiyue slept very soundly. When she woke up in the morning, the catheter on the back of her hand had been carefully removed. There was no bleeding, and Sheng Xingzhou did not wake her up.
Sang Jiyue touched the pinhole on the back of her hand, then moved her gaze to Dafu, who was lying quietly on her shoes beside the bed. It had jumped off the bed at some point, curled up its body, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
She was stunned for a moment, then climbed down and touched its body. It was still warm, but it was no longer moving.
Sang Jiyue felt that she should not be surprised. After all, Dafu was already very old and had suffered a serious illness in his early years, so his health was not as good as before.
Although I have been healthy in the past two years, my body functions have long since deteriorated with the passage of time.
It has been healthy during this period, but it has become more and more lazy. Jiang Wangxi also helped her check on the puppy and said that it is not sick, but just old.
Compared to turning into a pile of bones in the previous life, it is already good enough to die of old age in this life.
Sang Jiyue touched Dafu's furry head, blinked her eyes, and tears fell like broken strings, wetting the fur.
When Sheng Xingzhou brought in breakfast, he saw Sang Jiyue squatting beside the bed and crying.
Her expression was calm, but her eyes were red and tears kept falling like beads from a broken string.
He was stunned for a moment, quickly put his breakfast aside, squatted next to Sang Jiyue, looked down, and was a little unable to react for a moment.
Sang Jiyue wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her voice a little hoarse: "What time did you get up?"
"Seven o'clock." Sheng Xingzhou and Sang Jiyue said.
When he woke up early in the morning, Dafu had just woken up too. The puppy licked his hand with its warm tongue, and then nudged Sang Jiyue who was sleeping soundly.
Maybe it's just a greeting to them, or maybe it has another meaning.
Then Dafu wanted to jump off the bed, and Sheng Xingzhou picked it up. The puppy walked around the bedroom, as if patrolling its territory, and then lay down next to the cotton slippers that Sang Jiyue had placed beside the bed.
Sheng Xingzhou went to make breakfast for Sang Jiyue and also made dog food for Dafu. Both were on the table and still hot.
It's eight o'clock in the morning.
Sang Jiyue found a soft blanket and wrapped Dafu up. She was a little dazed. Sheng Xingzhou wiped the tears from her eyes and said to her, "My condolences."
"I'm not sad." Sang Jiyue stood up, sat down at the table, picked up the glass, and took a sip of the still-warm milk. Her emotions remained calm as she said, "The body determines lifespan. It's reached its end. This isn't surprising."
Just like her.
Even if her condition worsened at this point, she wouldn't be surprised because her life span would have ended there.
Sheng Xingzhou heard what she had not finished saying.
Sang Jiyue seemed to be very open-minded about death, at least she said so. After crying quietly just now, she did not shed tears again. Instead, she ate breakfast silently and diligently.
Perhaps because she had no appetite, or perhaps because of physical reasons, she didn't even finish the glass of milk, with more than half a glass left, and only ate a small half piece of the crispy toast on the plate.
After finishing breakfast, Sang Jiyue went to wash and change clothes, and then told Jiang Wangxi, who had not come to see her since last night, that Dafu had passed away.
Today is a sunny day with fresh air and a rare sun-show, which seems to be the last warmth before the snowstorm comes.
Sang Jiyue wrapped herself tightly and went out, and buried Dafu in an open space on the mountain behind, where there was lush grass and it was very quiet.
She squatted on the ground for a while, then stood up shakily. Maybe it was because she had been squatting for too long, and she had hypoglycemia when she stood up. Sheng Xingzhou was quick to help her, but she had already grabbed Jiang Wangxi's arm and stood steadily.
Sheng Xingzhou's hands fell back to his sides.
Half of Sang Jiyue's face was hidden in the furry scarf. Her voice came through the fabric, a little muffled: "Sheng Xingzhou, you should go back first."
Sheng Xingzhou lingered there reluctantly.
Sang Jiyue pursed her lips, her eyes drooped, and she looked impatient.
Sheng Xingzhou didn't want to provoke her at this time, so he just said, "I won't go back. I'll wait for you over there."
As he spoke, he strode to the tree in the distance. It was a bit far away, but he could still see Sang Jiyue.
Jiang Wangxi brushed away the wind-blown hair from her forehead and said to her gently, "Dafu died of old age, at least without any illness. All good things must come to an end, so don't be too sad."
"I know." Sang Jiyue said affirmatively, "I know."
Of course Sang Jiyue knew it, that's what she said to Sheng Xingzhou. Sheng Xingzhou, that idiot, didn't accept his fate as calmly as they did.
Maybe we are not on the same path after all.
Sang Jiyue didn't want to discuss this with Jiang Wangxi either. She said directly, "You told Sheng Xingzhou last evening that you wanted to use me as a test sample?"
"Yes, I did." Jiang Wangxi's tone was flat. "I thought you wouldn't be nice to him if he came to see you, but he didn't come out of your room last night."
Sang Jiyue asked back, "Then why don't you come to see me, brother?"
"I think you should be able to figure out who you need." Jiang Wangxi knew that Sheng Xingzhou would definitely say something to Sang Jiyue, so he gave Sang Jiyue a whole night, and this was the last time.
He asked, "Have you figured it out?"
Sang Jiyue didn't answer, but continued to ask: "Why are you doing this? I said I would take care of it, there's no need for you to interfere."
She seemed a little angry.
"I don't want to wait any longer." Jiang Wangxi's voice was flat. "So, by adding fuel to the fire, did I end up making things worse, Xiaoyue?"
Sang Jiyue felt a headache when she thought of Sheng Xingzhou's stubborn look last night.
Perhaps this is what Jiang Wangxi wanted her to see.
She simply...can't handle her relationship with Sheng Xingzhou well.
"No." Sang Jiyue lowered his head, seeming a little depressed.
Jiang Wangxi raised the corners of his lips slightly and asked her softly, "Do you want my help?"
"Hmm." Sang Jiyue stared at her toes and said in a muffled voice, "Help me deal with it, brother."
Jiang Wangxi gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up in Sheng Xingzhou's direction. "Are you sad? He should have heard everything."
"Whatever you heard, I've told him to get lost many times." Sang Jiyue slapped Jiang Wangxi's hand away and turned away, not looking at Sheng Xingzhou who was staring at her.
In just a moment, he turned and left.
Jiang Wangxi retracted his gaze and asked again, "Can he be killed?"
Sang Jiyue shook her head: "No."
"I'll listen to you." Jiang Wangxi touched the top of her soft hair: "Then shouldn't Xiaoyue listen to me too?"
"Yeah." Sang Jiyue answered quickly.
Jiang Wangxi said, "Then let's inject the serum."
Now is perhaps the best time to inject the serum while Sang Jiyue is not so weak. There is no need to wait until the situation worsens.
Sang Jiyue pursed her lips and said, "Sheng Xingzhou has to leave first."
"good."
"Also, I don't want to see anyone except you." Sang Jiyue added, "There can only be you and me here."
"Won't let them appear in your sight."
"That's not all." Sang Jiyue frowned and said with some disgust, "Those people stationed near where I live, get out too."
Jiang Wangxi was silent for a moment.
"I don't need them to protect me, you're enough for me." Sang Jiyue acted very disgusted, and then she said, "I can only accept you, brother."
He compromised: "Okay."
Sang Jiyue added, "After I transform into a corpse, don't let me see anyone other than you."
"Xiaoyue, don't be afraid." Jiang Wangxi sighed and gently soothed her obviously uneasy mood: "We will still live like before. If you don't like seeing others, I won't let you see them."
Sang Jiyue tightly grasped Jiang Wangxi's hand: "Brother, I only trust you."
"I know." He wrapped her hand in his palm and led her down the mountain: "Let's go home."
She responded muffledly.
It was almost noon when they went down the mountain. Normally, Sheng Xingzhou should have prepared lunch by then, but he was not in the kitchen. Instead, he was leaning against the door of the SUV parked in the open space outside the yard, kicking the stones under his feet boredly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Sang Jiyue seemed to realize something.
She pulled her hand away from Jiang Wangxi's palm, but he held it tightly again. He said, "Xiaoyue, last night was the last time. I don't want you to be alone with him again. Do you understand?"
Sang Jiyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally compromised: "Okay."
Sheng Xingzhou stared at them as they walked towards him hand in hand, his face expressionless. He just stared at their clasped hands, unable to look away for a long time.
Jiang Wangxi glanced at Sheng Xingzhou coldly, a flash of disgust in his eyes. He said, "To make a long story short, it's very cold outside."
He was urging Sheng Xingzhou, but it was Sang Jiyue who spoke first.
She asked, "Sheng Xingzhou, are you leaving?"
"Yes." Sheng Xingzhou's eyes fell on Sang Jiyue's face, and he smiled: "Ayue, I heard what you said again. As you wish, I will be pissed off by you again."
Sang Jiyue looked at Sheng Xingzhou seriously, then looked away, no longer looking at him: "You should have left a long time ago, go."
"Okay." Sheng Xingzhou took a step forward, his tall figure casting a shadow over Sang Jiyue's head. "We probably won't see each other again, can you give me a hug?"
Sang Jiyue shrank back and hid behind Jiang Wangxi: "No."
"Really... as ruthless as ever." Sheng Xingzhou sighed: "Okay, see you later."
He turned and got into the car, fastened his seat belt, and the engine started, making a roaring sound.
Soon, he disappeared into the distance.
Jiang Wangxi pulled Sang Jiyue, who was in a daze again, and said, "Let's go back."
"Okay." Sang Jiyue came back to his senses.
The house was very quiet, without Dafu or Sheng Xingzhou.
Sang Jiyue ran to the kitchen and took a look. The pots and stoves were cold. She curled her lips slightly and felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
"I'll get you some food." Jiang Wangxi thought she was hungry and spoke gently.
Sang Jiyue nodded.
Soon she was the only one left at home.
Sang Jiyue wandered around aimlessly, feeling lonely, desolate, and lost... She was surrounded by many kinds of melancholy emotions that should not have appeared in her.
Sang Jiyue returned to the bedroom and muttered to herself, "It seems... not very happy."
"Did I do something wrong, Mom?"
It’s just that Sang Jiyue hasn’t seen her mother for a long time. It seems that because she wanted to give Sheng Xingzhou two years, her mother was angry and no longer appeared in front of her.
But now Sheng Xingzhou was finally driven away by her, and his mother never came back.
Sang Jiyue sniffed, and tears welled up in her red eyes again.
Jiang Wangxi came back soon, carrying a heavy food box. He found Sang Jiyue in the bedroom. She was curled up in the closet, crying quietly.
He put aside what he was holding, squatted down in front of her, and patiently wiped away her tears.
"Why are you crying?" Jiang Wangxi asked, but not in a questioning tone. It seemed as if she was just stating the fact that she was crying.
Sang Jiyue choked up and said, "Brother, hug me."
He stretched out his arms and put them around her.
"Why..." Jiang Wangxi's voice was very low, revealing a hint of helpless bitterness: "You can't just like me, Xiaoyue."
Sang Jiyue didn't seem to hear what he was saying. She just buried her head in his chest, crying quietly, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his body temperature...
Different, different from Sheng Xingzhou.
But it was also familiar to her.
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
She just made the right choice.
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Sang Jiyue fell asleep while crying, but her sleep was not very sound. She moaned from time to time and her eyes were wet.
Jiang Wangxi woke her up for dinner. The dinner was very rich. Although Sang Jiyue didn't have much appetite, she still tasted each bite.
She knew this was her last meal.
But not long after she finished eating, she vomited it all out and became completely exhausted.
Jiang Wangxi said, "Get some rest tonight. We'll inject the serum tomorrow."
"Brother, is it snowing outside?" Sang Jiyue asked him while listening to the howling wind outside.
"It's just started to rain, it should get heavier tomorrow morning,"
In the apocalypse, once the snow starts falling, it's unlikely to stop easily.
Sang Jiyue nodded blankly, not knowing what she was thinking. She huddled under the quilt and asked Jiang Wangxi again, "Can you stay with me?"
"I'll always be here." Jiang Wangxi blew out the candles in the bedroom.
After lying down for a while, Sang Jiyue couldn't fall asleep, but Jiang Wangxi was very quiet and didn't talk to her, so she started talking to him.
She rarely talked about the long time ago when they still lived in Yu Shui Bay. She remembered every detail clearly.
Whether it was the boy who came all the way to celebrate her birthday, going to the amusement park with her and taking precious photos together, or spending the New Year with her on a cold winter night...
There are so many stories between them that it is impossible to finish talking about them.
But Sang Jiyue is not the kind of person who would reminisce about the past. She speaks very little and is unwilling to talk to others most of the time. Even he, she often ignores her.
She seems much more cheerful now.
Jiang Wangxi always used to hope that she would say more, but now he felt that she should be quieter, so that she would be more like the person he knew.
He touched her forehead with the back of his hand: "Xiaoyue, go to bed, it's very late."
"I can't sleep." Sang Jiyue said dejectedly.
Jiang Wangxi gave her a sip of water and continued, "You need to save your energy for tomorrow."
After hearing this, Sang Jiyue finally nodded and closed her eyes obediently. After a long time, she kicked her legs uncomfortably.
"elder brother."
"Still can't sleep?"
"Um."
Jiang Wangxi went out and got some tranquilizer for her, then handed a small white pill to her lips.
Sang Jiyue didn't really want to take it, but the medicine was already at her lips. She didn't say anything and just opened her mouth and swallowed it. Then, as if she remembered something, she picked up the glass on the bedside table and took a sip of water to dilute the taste of the medicine in her mouth.
Jiang Wangxi covered her with the quilt and said with emotion, "Xiaoyue's habit of taking medicine has improved a lot. She finally doesn't swallow it raw anymore."
Sang Jiyue lay on her side and closed her eyes.
Perhaps because he had not taken the medicine for too long, his body's resistance to the medicine was not as strong, and Sang Jiyue fell into a deep sleep quickly this time.
It was a long, snowy night outside.
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