Wen Qing nestled in Shijun's arms, and bright red blood drops slowly flowed from her smooth forehead, like crystal rubies. Her trembling hands tried to caress Shijun's face, like a flower swaying in the wind, trying to catch the last trace of warmth. Shijun gently held her cold fingers and placed them against his warm cheeks. Tears slid down his cheeks involuntarily, like broken hearts, echoing in the silent air. He whispered softly: "Wen Qing..."
"Shijun, I'm sorry..." Wen Qing's voice gradually became as thin as a gossamer, like a gentle wind blowing past his ears. "I understand that I have failed you and broken your heart. Please... you... forgive me..." Wen Qing's voice suddenly stopped, and she suddenly fell into a deep coma and lost consciousness.
"Wenqing, please, wake up, Wenqing..." Shijun held Wenqing tightly in his arms and called her name heartbreakingly, his voice in the silence. It echoed in the air, like bursts of thunder, shocking people's hearts.
The dinner that Yu Yan had just carefully cooked was lying quietly on the dining table, exuding an alluring aroma. However, her heart seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and worries continued like drizzle, making her feel uneasy like never before. She seemed to have a premonition of some ominous omen, like a dark cloud pressing over her, almost suffocating her.
Under Yu Yan's emotions, she became extremely flustered. Her hands and feet seemed to be no longer under her control. Accidentally, a carefully crafted dish slipped from her trembling hands. In an instant, Turned into fragments. This sudden change made her mood even worse. Fear and worry came like a tide, almost swallowing her whole.
"Shijun, something must have happened to Shijun!" This thought flashed through her mind like lightning, making her wake up instantly. She immediately took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed Shijun's number with trembling fingers. Her heart was filled with anxiety and expectation, hoping to hear his voice as soon as possible to appease her uneasy heart.
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Time passed slowly like gurgling water. Almost as the phone's notification tone was about to disappear into silence, the screen suddenly lit up, and Shijun's tired and slightly hoarse voice finally came from the receiver: " Yuyan, I am staying with my friend in the hospital, and I may not be able to go back for the time being. "Shijun, what happened to you?" Yuyan said with a trembling voice. She begged in a soft voice, "Can you tell me? I can feel that you must be facing a huge dilemma." Crystal tears welled up in her eyes and fell quietly on her cheeks, like broken bones. Pearls from the thread rolled down one by one.
"Yuyan, there is no need to worry, I am safe and sound. You only need to take care of yourself and the little life in your belly, that is the greatest relief to me. I am about to hang up the phone..." Before Yuyan could respond, Shijun hung up the call and transferredEntered the ward. What caught his eye was Wen Qing lying quietly on the hospital bed. Her face was as pale as paper, and the scar on her forehead was like a sharp knife, which deeply pierced his heart.
In his mind, the scene replayed like a movie - Wen Qing risked his life to block him from harm, and the blood dyed his clothes red. He had always been her guardian since childhood. He never expected that today she would become his shield and bear the pain for him. At this moment, Shijun's heart seemed to have been gently scratched by a sharp blade, leaving behind delicate and deep scars. His eyes gradually became moist, and his vision became hazy. He couldn't help but hold Wen Qing's slightly cool hand tightly, as if to draw some comfort and strength from it.