Xing Tuo sat motionless, his shadow stretching long in the light, gently covering the thin body on the bed. His deep phoenix eyes stared unblinkingly at the woman, lying there quietly, her thick black eyelashes weakly covering her pale, bloodless skin. His long fingers gripped her hand, and only the weak pulse at her wrist made him feel she was still alive.
His long fingers gently traced the uneven scar on her wrist, lowering his head to brush it with his lips, yet his gaze remained fixed on her pale face. Such a deep scar, lasting through ten long years, stubbornly remaining on her white wrist, refusing to fade.
Such a deep scar, a pain he could not imagine, as if his memory had been blank for ten years.
And now, because of his persistence, they were both covered in scars, but he would never regret it.
He had forgotten how it all began, as if when he became aware, he was already deeply entrenched and unable to extricate himself. All along, he had been domineering towards her, whether ten years ago or ten years later. He loved her unconditionally, wanting her heart so intensely that for her, he could abandon his entire world.
However, he had never considered how she felt, and had even been forcing her to be with him.
Until that night, when she wore the gardenia flower necklace he had given her, and face to face, she clearly told him, “Xing Tuo, I love you.”
“Qian Zhi…” he whispered in her ear, over and over again: “I love you…”
Sunlight slanted through the glass, spilling brightness into the room.
A snow-white hospital bed.
Xia Qianzhi opened her eyes slightly, looking bewildered at the white ceiling, as if she had just experienced a long dream, momentarily unsure of where she was. Her slightly misty eyes slowly turned, and the sunlight coming through the window made her feel dizzy. She lowered her eyelids and unexpectedly saw a figure slumped beside the bed, asleep from exhaustion.
The faint smell of disinfectant in the air gradually cleared her mind, and memories began to awaken bit by bit in her mind.
The child…
She instinctively raised her hand, and the moment her fingers moved, they were immediately grasped by a long, powerful hand.
She looked over and saw Xing Tuo’s haggard, stubble-covered face.
“Xing Tuo…?”
“Qianzhi…”
