"But is the person here really the 'me' you think he is?"
Qin Ying raised her head suddenly, and her eyelashes cast a violently trembling shadow under her eyes.
"If one day you discover that the person you like has lost all his glory and is just an ordinary person who can't even recognize a complete word..."
She turned her face away, avoiding his trembling gaze.
"By then, will you feel that your persistence is nothing but a joke?"
The wind blew up the strands of hair at her temples, and the bell for getting off work rang in the distance.
Qin Ying pulled out from his stiff arms, the canvas strap leaving deep marks on her palms.
"Fu Hanting is a good girl."
She suddenly became serious, her voice clear but each word weighed heavily:
"If you decide to be with her, then take on the responsibility and accountability of a man. Don't wait until you lose her to realize that the person you truly cherish is already within your reach."
The moment she turned around, she heard heavy slapping sounds on the tree trunk, mixed with a suppressed growl:
"Qin Ying, you can't escape."
Dusk swept over her back as she turned and left. Wei Zhuolan stood there, watching her walk away, the tips of her canvas shoes crushing the dead leaves on the ground.
Cherish the people around you?
He curled his lips and smiled bitterly, "Aren't you the person in front of me?"
What's wrong with me being obsessed with you?
After returning home, Qin Ying placed the salary book, tickets and some other things at home that Fu Hanzhou had given her for safekeeping on the table in the bedroom.
Seeing her come back, she started rummaging around in the room. When Fu Hanzhou came up from downstairs, he saw Qin Ying sitting at the table, wondering what she was thinking about.
He walked over and saw the set of surgical instruments he had given her in front of her.
The moonlight flowed quietly like water, and the metallic luster of the instruments became even colder.
Qin Ying sat by the bed, her fingers gently stroking the shiny scalpel. She vaguely recalled how she was busy performing surgeries all day in reality, and also recalled the critical moment that day when she was performing surgery on Fu Hanzhou with unprecedented panic.
It turns out that loving someone will shatter into dust the calmness and fearlessness that you have cultivated for a long time.
If she passed away, when she had surgery again, she would definitely remember that there was someone who made her lose all the calmness and composure she had cultivated over the years on the operating table, and her hands could not be controlled.
"What are you looking at?"
Fu Hanzhou approached wearing a military jacket and followed her gaze.
Seeing her focused expression, he felt a little jealous and reached out to pull the scalpel from her hand.
"What's so good about this thing..."
He had done it unintentionally, but he had forgotten how sharp the scalpel was, and he also didn't understand that it was a taboo to grab the knife like this.
Suddenly, the sharp tip of the knife cut across his and Qin Ying's palms, and blood oozed out instantly.
"careful!"
Qin Ying exclaimed and hurriedly grabbed his hand.
Drops of blood fell and landed squarely on the jade pendant on the table.
Qin Ying glanced out of the corner of her eye and seemed to see a flash of red light on the jade pendant.
She picked it up and took a look at it. Apart from being extremely warm, it was still the same.
Although it was stained with the blood of several people today, when Qin Ying came back to wipe it off, she did not find any blood on it.
She thought she had wiped the blood off with her palm, and when she looked at the jade pendant now, there was still no blood stain on it.
But just now, she clearly saw blood dripping from both of them.
Could it be that this jade pendant is spiritual?
Is this the reason why the door of time and space can be opened?
Fu Hanzhou saw that she was staring at the jade pendant, and suddenly thought of "himself" in the dream. When he finally fell at the outpost, he was still holding the jade pendant in his hand.
I suddenly felt some emotion in my heart.
"Fortunately, I still have this pair of jade pendants, so I don't have to worry about them for the rest of my life..."
Before he could finish his words, Qin Ying covered his mouth:
"I don't want to hear this!"
After she finished speaking, she quickly pulled her hand back. Fu Hanzhou's words...
"Okay, I won't tell you!"
He smiled, thinking that his words had aroused her sadness, and immediately changed the subject. He held up his cut finger, not feeling the pain at all, and teased with a smile:
"It turns out that I was the first one injured by the scalpel I sent you."
He lowered his head to suck the wound, then suddenly threw her onto the bed:
"Tell me, how should I be compensated?"
Qin Ying was pressed under him, feeling the jade pendant getting hot between them.
She looked at the smile in Fu Hanzhou's eyes, and her eyes suddenly felt sore - this man who always expressed his love clumsily made every minute of separation from her a torture.
At this moment, they don't know that this drop of blood will become their bond that transcends time and space.
The next day, Fu Hanzhou accompanied Qin Ying to sleep in for a rare time, but his biological clock had already been set at six in the morning.
The morning light seeped in through the gaps in the floral curtains, casting a golden line on the double bed.
Qin Ying hid in his arms and didn't wake up. He held her motionlessly until she woke up.
Qin Ying buried her face in the crook of his neck that smelled of soapberry, and her fingers around his waist tightened unconsciously - this was the last morning when she could touch his warm body. Tonight, she would disappear from the pages of the book like bubbles.
Fu Hanzhou's Adam's apple rolled against her forehead, and his hoarse voice in the morning was wrapped in a smile:
"Wouldn't it be more pleasant to sleep in my arms?"
He gently rubbed the back of her neck with his palm, and the thin calluses on his fingertips rubbed against her skin, giving her a fuzzy itch.
Qin Ying snuggled into his arms again, her eyelashes brushing across his collarbone, and the misty water vapor left dark marks on the fabric.
How nice it would be if I could crush time and be trapped in this warm embrace forever.
She suddenly spoke, her voice muffled like cotton soaked in water:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
