Song Zhixing lay in Tang Yu's arms. Finally, he was in a daze and knew nothing. He only felt the tightness and pain in his chest.
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes. Song Zhixing saw Tang Yu at a glance. He was sitting on the sofa in the ward, his hand supporting his forehead. From her direction, he could see his side profile, which looked a bit tired. As if sensing that she would wake up, he suddenly turned his head, and the two of them met eyes. Tang Yu's eyes fluctuated several times, mixed with grief, but silent.
Song Zhixing's eyes tightened.
Her dry lips moved for a moment, and Tang Yu stood up and sat down beside the bed. He held the back of her head with one hand, holding her against his chest, and with the other hand he brought the water beside the bed to her pale lips.
She seemed to have been thirsty for a long time and took two quick sips.
"Drink slowly, don't choke." He whispered, his voice also dry.
"Are you hungry?" Tang Yu asked.
She finished her water and shook her head.
Tang Yu pressed the bell at the bedside, "You haven't eaten for a long time. Even if you're not hungry, drink some soup to fill your stomach."
Song Zhixing wanted to say something, but looking at Tang Yu, he didn't say anything. The hospital nurse brought hot soup into the ward and wanted to use the small table, but was stopped by Tang Yu, "Just give it to me. You can just go out."
"Yes, Second Master." The nurse said, then silently closed the door and went out.
Tang Yu sat at the head of the bed, patiently scooping the soup and blowing on it mouthful by mouthful. He blew until the temperature dropped a little, tried it, and then brought it to her lips. She looked at Tang Yu like this, feeling all kinds of emotions in her heart. She did not refuse, but opened her mouth obediently and drank the soup. Tang Yu's originally gloomy face finally improved a little.
Song Zhixing actually had no appetite at all, but at the moment she seemed numb. Tang Yu fed her, and she drank one mouthful after another until she finished the whole bowl of soup.
"Rest for a while, I'll take you out of the hospital later."
Tang Yu put the bowl on the bedside, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers. Song Zhixing grabbed his fingers, fluttered her eyelashes, and said in a light voice: "Can I call the police?"
He paused for breath.
The next moment, he kissed her on the cheek and said, "I've already booked the tickets. Don't you want to go on a honeymoon? When you have a few days' rest, I'll take you out to play."
"Tang Yu, your mother is so important to you - so important that you can turn a blind eye to crimes. I am also a daughter, and my parents were murdered. If I turned a blind eye like you, would I still be worthy of being their daughter? Put yourself in their shoes, if it were you... If you were me, what would you do?"
"..." Tang Yu said nothing, but just stared at her with complicated eyes.
Song Zhixing suddenly broke free from his arms, picked up the bedside phone, and put it to her ear. However, before the call was made, Tang Yu had already pressed the hang-up button.
"Stop it." There was a hint of fatigue in his tone.
"I'm not making a fuss. I'm seeking justice for my parents."
"This matter is not as simple as you think."
"Of course it's not simple. How can it be simple if you've killed someone?"
Song Zhixing said, and stubbornly tried to pry Tang Yu's hand away, trying to get him to move his fingers away. However, Tang Yu pulled out the phone line. Looking at the broken line, Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment, and then he chuckled, his whole expression became a little empty, "Every one of you is the same... all the same... all accomplices..."
"Tang Yu..." Song Zhixing slowly put the receiver back, holding the receiver with a trembling hand, his voice floating like a wisp of smoke, "I also want to convince myself - just be heartless and pretend that nothing has happened, and continue to live with you. How wonderful it is, I am still the same me in the past, and you are still the same you in the past..."
"But I can't convince you." She trembled with every word she spoke. She was smiling, but her expression was broken. "I can't be the same person I was before... Every time I love you, every time I love you, I will feel more guilty, more uncomfortable, and more restless..."
Tang Yu breathed dully and held her tightly in his arms. However, even though he held her so tightly, he still felt insecure. It seemed as if she would disappear. Little by little, she would disappear from his arms and his world...
Song Zhixing did not struggle, but just leaned on his chest, feeling his warmth, listening to his heartbeat, and continued faintly: "Even if you still keep me by your side... But I will still work hard to take back my love for you, slowly, slowly... Until one day, maybe..."
Maybe I will never love again.
Song Zhixing pressed her fingers against his chest, curling them up, each one trembling. She couldn't utter a single word of the last sentence, leaving only a suppressed and heavy gasp. It was painful to even say that she was giving up this love, let alone truly giving it up
To really tear someone you love so deeply from your heart, must that be a heart-wrenching pain
Tang Yu's eyes turned red. He pinched her chin, lifted her face, and bit her lips hard. His breath was so heavy, spraying on her face. It was obviously hot, but she felt cold.
"You keep accusing me of being cruel, but who is the real cruel one?" His voice trembled, and his cold snort was mixed with sarcasm. "Just saying you don't love me anymore, is that what you call 'love'? What you said before, that you would stay by my side forever, was all lies to coax me. And your expectation of being a good wife was just a joke?"
"You know it's true!" Song Zhixing burst into tears, her voice filled with despair, "You know it's all from my heart!"
Tang Yu kissed her deeply on the lips. He was like a madman, wanting to possess everything of her. They both felt pain from the kiss, but he was still unwilling to let go. Other thoughts popped up in his mind -
He wants her!
He should have possessed her right now, on this bed. As long as she had a child, and they had a bond that truly belonged to them, she would have nowhere to escape in this life.
Tang Yu once thought that it might not be fair for her to have a child at the age of 18. However, at this moment, he wanted to implant a living child into her body more than ever.
The child is a little thing that inherits their blood, and is the only thing that can ease their relationship at this moment.
As this thought came to his mind, his big hand reached into her hospital gown without hesitation.
PS: Today's update is complete! Um~ it's a bit late. The next update will still be at 0:00 tonight~ My dears, don't forget to vote~ There are only two days left~~