"Auntie, I want to stay here with him for a while," Shen Qi said, her voice barely a whisper, her vacant gaze heartbreaking. "If we all leave, he'll be lonely."
With that, she said nothing more, hugged her knees, and sat down in front of the tombstone, silently weeping.
Zhan Bo's parents let out a sigh and left, turning back every few steps.
Shen Qi remained there, motionless.
The next morning, a cemetery worker found Shen Qi, who had been sitting in the graveyard for an entire day and night, unconscious.
When Shen Qi woke up again, it was already afternoon.
Opening her eyes, she saw an IV drip hanging above her.
Wasn't she at the cemetery? How did she end up in the hospital?
Had she really not held up and passed out?
She really was useless, unable even to accompany him for the last time...
Two streams of clear tears slid gently from her eyes, instantly seeping into her temples and disappearing.
The nurse, seeing Shen Qi awake, came over to check her temperature and said with satisfaction, "You've been unconscious for three days. Finally, the fever's gone down. Good thing you were brought in on time, or it could've turned into pneumonia."
Shen Qi didn't respond, just stared blankly at the ceiling above.
The nurse glanced at her while adjusting the IV. This patient, they said, was brought in from the cemetery. Was she grieving because a relative had passed away?
"Thank you... please help me check out," Shen Qi said, pressing her lips together. They were chapped and cracked, and every word brought stinging pain.
The nurse was taken aback. "But you haven't fully recovered yet."
"It's fine. I don't have enough money," Shen Qi said, her voice trembling.
The nurse looked at Shen Qi for a moment, then turned to help her with the discharge procedures.
Shen Qi emptied all the money she had to pay for the medication, leaving only enough for the fare home.
She bought the cheapest train ticket and stood in the corridor of the carriage the whole way back.
The exit was bustling with crowds. Shen Qi left the noise behind and stumbled forward.
Her whole body was burning hot—it seemed the fever that had just subsided was flaring up again.
A bitter smile rose in her heart, and her vision blurred once more.
She tried hard to get her bearings, but as she turned, a familiar wave of dizziness hit her again.
The next second, a sharp screech of brakes sounded behind her: "Squeal—"
Shen Qi turned, about to apologize. Before she could speak, everything went black, and she collapsed limply.
Just before hitting the ground, she vaguely caught sight of a familiar figure.
He Yining slammed on the brakes hard. He hadn't expected to run into that woman here again.
What a...
persistent ghost.
He got out of the car, walked to the front, and crouched down. The woman's face was flushed red. When he reached out to touch her, her skin was scorching hot.
Was this woman crazy?
Running around with a high fever like this.
He Yining's handsome brow immediately furrowed.
Looking up, he noticed people gathering around, some with admiring expressions pulling out their phones to take sneaky photos. A flicker of displeasure crossed his phoenix-like eyes.
Without a second thought, He Yining scooped Shen Qi up horizontally, placed her in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. His gaze swept coldly over those trying to snap pictures.
The people holding their phones couldn't help but tremble and quickly lowered them.
What a terrifying man.