Just like that rainy night years ago, seeing him standing wounded in the rain.
“You?” I stood up in surprise, eyes wide. “How… are you here?!”
“GPS,” Ye Zhengchen answered casually. “Global Positioning System.”
The autumn sky was blue and transparent.
I looked at him, speechless.
My fingers twisted behind my back, afraid that if I wasn’t resolute, I would impulsively embrace him and tell him how much I missed him.
“What can I do for you?” his slightly worried voice pierced through my heart’s defenses.
“Zhong Tian might be sentenced to six or seven years,” I said, lowering my head, unable to look at his face.
I still saw his chest rise and fall, heard his breath grow heavy.
“You sat here all night for him!”
“Mm.” I had sat here all night for Zhong Tian, but for Ye Zhengchen, I’ve spent countless nights. I didn’t want to reveal that.
He looked at me with a mocking smile. “Didn’t you say you could wait for years?”
I felt powerless, slowly sitting back in the chair.
I can wait as long as necessary, but I fear my father can’t. I pressed my hand against my forehead. “My father is sick with lymphoma and has been holding on with regular targeted chemotherapy. The cancer hasn’t metastasized yet. When he heard Zhong Tian was going to jail, his spirit collapsed… I’m afraid…”
Ye Zhengchen’s smile faded. As a doctor, he understood the importance of a patient’s mental state.
“I’m sorry!” He hugged my shoulders, trying to comfort me.
“My father said if he could see me in a wedding dress and hold his grandchild before he dies, he would be content… I don’t know how many more years he can hold on. I can’t make him wait anymore.” The bitterness inside me spilled out. “Ye Zhengchen, help me one more time; help me think of a way to prevent Zhong Tian from going to jail.”
“Okay!” A single word, firm and powerful.
He took out his phone, selected a name from his dialed contacts, and called. The phone was answered after a long wait, accompanied by a sleepy curse. “Damn, can’t you check the time before calling?!”
