Seventy-Three If You Leave, I Won’t Live Alone (Part 2)

"Miss Shang, you didn't get enough rest last night. Go to bed early tonight." It was not known how late it was when the nurse came over and patted her shoulder. "The fourth master will not wake up for a while."

She came back to her senses and tucked the quilt for him before getting up and moving to the small bed next to her.

She curled up beside him and fell asleep.

The lights were dimmed, and the whole hospital was plunged into endless silence. She turned sideways, facing him on the other side. Shang Shiyu watched and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was still dark outside. The silence made people feel uneasy.

The moonlight came in from the window, covering the slender figure on the other bed. He looked particularly lonely and weak. It seemed that even his breathing could not be heard.

Shang Shiyu felt a pain in her chest and suddenly became afraid.

She couldn't help but think of the dream she had had before - he lay motionless under a white sheet, without breathing, and was pushed into the sea of ​​fire mercilessly!

No! She didn't want it!

She was really scared and trembling all over.

She was afraid that this dream would become a reality; she was even more afraid that he would really fall asleep like this. From then on, they were separated by heaven and earth, and she couldn't even touch him.

Unable to suppress it any longer, she lifted the quilt, put on her slippers, and got into his quilt.

His bed was very big, and it was no problem to accommodate the two of them.

Feeling the temperature of his body, Shang Shiyu was still worried. One hand was around his waist, and the other hand was on his chest. She felt his heartbeat with her breath.

The "thump thump" heartbeat was far less powerful than before, but at least it was still fresh.

He was still alive!

Her tense heart finally relaxed a little. She buried her face deeply in his neck and smelled the smell on his body. Even if it was the smell of medicine, she still thought it smelled good.

"Shang Shang?" Tang Wei woke up. Not sure whether it was real or a dream, he spoke tentatively.

"... Did I wake you up?" Shang Shiyu calmed down before speaking. She tried very hard to restrain herself from crying, but because she buried her head in his shoulder, her voice seemed a little muffled.

"You didn't wake me up." Tang Wei confirmed that it was real, and the corners of his lips curved. His long arms, which were somewhat stiff, moved, and he raised his hand to hug her thin body. Shang Shiyu half crouched up in worry, carefully pressed his hand, and lowered his voice, "Don't move, you have a tube in your hand."

"It's okay, I'll pay attention." Tang Wei raised his arm and put it on the pillow. Shang Shiyu looked at him in the moonlight, afraid of pressing him, and was reluctant to put his head down.

Tang Wei stared at her and begged, "Shang Shang, lie down, let me hug you well."

In the future, I don't know how many such opportunities there will be.

Shang Shiyu's nose was sour, and finally, she lay in his arms. He bent one arm tightly, hugged her tightly, and put his lips on the top of her head.

"Why did you suddenly fall asleep?"

"Tang Wei..." She didn't answer, but called him in a muffled voice, and put one hand around his neck.

"Hmm?"

"I miss you so much." Her lips were against his cold skin and whispered. If you listen carefully, you can hear the unstable breath.

She didn't know what to do, what could she do. Even if she slept in the same room with him, he was within her sight, but she couldn't resist the longing. Only by hugging him like this and letting him hug her back, did she feel that all the longing finally had a place to go, and felt that she really owned him.

Tang Wei's lips trembled, and her breathing was a little unstable.

He was the same? She was obviously by his side, but he missed her so much that his heart ached. Because he didn't know when he would suddenly lose her, forever.

"...I regret it a little." Tang Wei suddenly sighed, his voice hoarse. His big hand stroked her soft long hair.

"What are you regretting?" Shang Shiyu raised his head from his neck and looked at him.

His lips were against hers, and his eyes were filled with deep regret, "I regret wasting these three years..."

His long fingers inserted into her soft hair, and he lifted her little face. His eyes were shining with sadness in the night, "Back then, I should have been more selfish, and kept you by my side no matter what."

Shang Shiyu felt a sharp pain in his heart.

She hugged his neck and kissed him deeply. There was a bitter taste between his lips and teeth, the bitterness of medicine. However, she just kissed deeper and harder, as if she wanted to keep his taste in her world forever. Tang Wei snorted, opened his lips, and couldn't help but deepen the kiss.

Finally, she kissed until tears flowed out of her eyes.

"If you regret it, you will make it up to me in the future." After a long time, she choked and retreated from his lips, her eyelashes fluttering, with crystal tears on them, "In the future, you will make it up to me for one three years, ten three years, countless three years! You are not allowed to waste a single day!"

Tang Wei stared at her with pain. He also hoped that there would be countless decades between them...

She seemed to want a promise very much. When she didn't hear the answer, she urged anxiously: "Hurry up and say 'yes'. Promise me."

Tang Wei's heart tightened and he kissed away the tears on her face. "Okay, I promise you, I will try my best to keep myself alive."

Under the quilt, Shang Shiyu suddenly unbuttoned her pajamas. Tang Wei was slightly surprised. Before he could figure out what was going on, his hand was caught by her and pressed on her chest.

"Did you touch anything?" she asked.

Tang Wei shook his head. Shang Shiyu touched the phone and illuminated his chest.

On his chest, a tattoo was printed on the snow-white skin. It’s a fancy word for ‘wei’. It was obviously freshly printed and there was still some redness and swelling.

"Shang Shang..." Tang Wei's heart fluctuated greatly, and his fingers lingered on her skin, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

"But, not having you will make me hurt even more." Shang Shiyu looked at him with tears in his eyes, "For me, you don't have to work hard to live, you must live. Because..."

She paused for a moment before continuing: "I won't live alone without you!"

These few words were said firmly, forcefully and resoundingly, and they were definitely not a joke.

Tang Wei was shocked.

His eyes darkened and his expression became more serious than ever.

"Shang Shang, I don't allow you to talk nonsense!" He hid it from her in the first place, not only because he was afraid that he would implicate her, but also because he was afraid that she would do such nonsense.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Shang Shiyu hugged his neck and stared at him stubbornly and stubbornly: "Tang Wei, I want you to survive with my life!"

Tang Wei's face was always tense, without any relief, "Shang Shang, I can let you go no matter how crazy or willful you are. But this sentence - I don't want to hear you say it a second time!"

He took off her hand that was wrapped around his neck, "If I knew you were so willful, I would not agree to you staying in the hospital to take care of me!"