Sinan’s pupils dilated, his eyelids growing heavy. He slowly raised his hand, trembling in mid-air, then his fingertips slid across Zhou Rong’s wet cheek:
“I…”
“I love you…”
Zhou Rong pressed his hand firmly against his own face, hot tears rolling down: “I know, Xiao Nan.”
“Rong-ge… only has you.”
The hurricane raised by the propeller approached from afar, the bushes swaying, leaves and branches falling like a rainstorm. Zhou Rong held Sinan tightly and raised his head, the reflection of the helicopter in the high sky reflected in his eyes.
South Sea Headquarters Military Helicopter Z-19.
The rescue team had arrived.
One week later, South Sea Military General Hospital.
Sinan’s eyelashes trembled, then he gradually opened his eyes, with Zhou Rong being the first to enter his vision.
Zhou Rong was sleeping soundly with his arm as a pillow, leaning on the edge of the hospital bed. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, mouth pursed, hair standing up in a mess, with a distinct profile.
A warm feeling emerged in Sinan’s heart. He struggled to remove the oxygen mask, hoarsely saying: “Zhou Rong…”
No response.
“Zhou Rong…”
Still no response.
Sinan weakly pushed a few times. Zhou Rong finally stirred in his sleep – he turned his face, showing his back to Sinan, followed by snoring.
Sinan: “…”
Xiao Nan was furious, gathering strength to kick, and Zhou Rong tumbled off the chair to the ground, finally awake.
“Ah! Sinan!” Zhou Rong rushed forward to hug him and stroke his fur: “Thank God you’re finally awake.”
Rong-ge was so worried, couldn’t eat or sleep, guarding you for seven days and seven nights. If anything happened to you, I would have wanted to die with you…”
Sinan, being petted until his fur stood up, said expressionlessly: “You shaved.”
Zhou Rong hurriedly brought water for him to drink.
“And got a haircut.”
Zhou Rong quickly rang the bell to call the doctor.
“And changed clothes!” Sinan suddenly roared: “Are you here to take care of a patient or to peacock around!”
Ning Yu entered the room, seeing Zhou Rong forcibly rolling Sinan into a ball and holding him in his arms: “Be good, be good, Rong-ge specially spent two hours styling his hair. They say married men must always maintain their charm to win their wife’s heart…”
