If her mission was to help Qin Ying, then she had done it and could no longer be greedy.
In the original book, Fu Hanzhou spent his entire life guarding the border, dying alone, with only great love and no petty emotions. Is such a life perfect?
Gu Ping'an in the original book didn't have to die. If she hadn't met Fu Hanzhou, she wouldn't have been paranoid or crazy. Perhaps she would have lived happily ever after with Lin Zhao, who loved her.
Finally, it was Qin Ying...
The reflection in the mirror suddenly blurred into two figures - one was himself in a white coat, and the other was a timid rural girl with patches all over her body.
"The martyr's daughter..."
She whispered to the air, digging her nails into her palms.
"Why should I steal this life that should be brilliant?"
Occupying someone else's body and living a selfish life is unfair to her!
The children of martyrs are worthy of everyone's protection!
Qin Ying felt a tightness in her chest and a sourness in her throat.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
She came quietly and changed everything, so when she left, everything should return to its original state.
Now that she knew about Fu Hanzhou's regret in the book, she believed that Qin Ying would live a good life.
She felt relieved!
Since you have decided to leave, then find a day to leave, at least wait until Fu Hanzhou's injury is healed.
She could take advantage of this time to have a good chat with him. They hadn't communicated much in all the time they had been here.
It was not familiar at the beginning, and once it became familiar, problems occurred one after another. What a misunderstanding!
She sat silently for a while, took a shower, changed her clothes, put the jade pendant in her pocket, and went to the hospital.
From now on, she will seize every minute and every second to get along well with Fu Hanzhou.
When they arrived at the hospital, Qin Ying asked Xu Jinshu and the others to go back, and she stayed in the hospital to continue taking care of him.
He has been in a coma for these days, but the wounds on his body have healed. He only needs to be observed for two days and can be discharged from the hospital if there is nothing serious.
After discovering this huge secret today, Qin Ying has been hesitating about how to tell Fu Hanzhou.
But if she said it directly, Fu Hanzhou would definitely keep a close eye on her.
But I won’t say it…at least, I should say goodbye.
She touched the jade pendant in her pocket, sat down beside Fu Hanzhou's bed, picked up an apple and began to peel it, but she was thinking about how to bring up the matter.
The apple peel hung down little by little along the curve of the apple. She excitedly held it up for Fu Hanzhou to see:
"Look, the apple peel I'm peeling today won't break..."
Before he could finish his words, the peel suddenly broke.
She stared at the apple in her palm, her smile frozen:
“Sometimes, the more you want to keep something intact, the easier it is to break.”
"It's just an apple peel, why are you so sentimental about it?"
Fu Hanzhou took the peeled apple from her and felt that Qin Ying at this moment was a little different from the calm person she usually was.
He took her hand in his, his thumb unconsciously stroking the back of her hand.
"That dream taught me one thing."
He put the apple down and put her hand against his chest:
"The truly important things can be sensed even across time and space."
It suddenly started raining outside the window. Qin Ying looked at the leaves swaying in the rain and recalled the scene in Fu Hanzhou's dream where he was watching the snow alone at the outpost.
I feel sad and unhappy.
She bent down and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, her fingers stroking back and forth on the quilt, as if she was choosing her words:
"Actually, when I heard you say today that you dreamt about the ending of the book...I suddenly felt that it was because of my coming that the original course of events was disrupted?"
She lowered her eyelashes, unable to see the emotions surging in her eyes:
"You don't have to be alone for the rest of your life, and neither does Gu Ping'an... Perhaps this is what they call changing the landscape of the book."
Fu Hanzhou's fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly. On the back of his hand, which was still receiving an IV, dark red blood suddenly flowed back into the transparent IV tube.
"So you think you are responsible for all these tragedies?"
The rain outside the window was getting heavier. Qin Ying stood up to close the window, her back facing his gaze:
"I was just thinking that if I hadn't suddenly appeared, Qin Meihua and her brother might still do evil, but Gu Ping'an and Lin Zhao might still be able to sing their plays well in the art troupe."
At the end of his speech, his voice trembled unconsciously.
The ward fell into deathly silence, the only sound being the patter of raindrops hitting the windowpane.
Fu Hanzhou suddenly lifted the quilt and tried to get out of bed. Although his wound had healed, he was still slower than usual when getting out of bed.
When Qin Ying turned around, he had already staggered and grabbed her wrist:
"You seem strange today. Is it because I told you about my dream that you feel a psychological burden?"
"The wound has just healed, don't move!"
Qin Ying wanted to help him, but he pulled her down and made her fall onto the edge of the bed.
Fu Hanzhou's hot palm pressed against the back of her cold hand, his eyes seemed to see through her:
"You always say 'if it weren't for you', this matter has nothing to do with you!"
He hugged her shoulders tightly, held her in his arms, rested his chin on her head, and spoke in a hoarse and heavy voice:
"It just so happens that it's because of you... Qin Ying didn't die! Qin Meihua brought this upon herself, and Gu Ping'an... it's because of me... whether it's in the book or now!"
Her throat tightened and she buried her face in his chest, not wanting him to see the sadness on her face.
Suddenly, Fu Hanzhou pinched his chin and raised his head:
"I don't like hearing the word 'if' from you. Your 'if' makes me uneasy. I'm telling you, there aren't that many ifs, so don't overthink it! Do you hear me?"
The moisture in Qin Ying's eyes was almost overflowing, and she turned her head away to look at the portrait of the great man on the wall.
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