Grandma sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding Grandpa, her voice filled with the gentleness belonging to the elderly: "Heran, wait another two years, wait for me, and we'll go back together then..."
All sounds seemed to fade beyond reach, hazy and distant. Grandpa leaned weakly against Grandma, saying nothing.
The hallway was exceptionally quiet. The clock hanging overhead felt like a countdown timer, ticking away relentlessly, second by second, as if death were about to swing its scythe the moment time ran out.
At the corner of the stairs, Song Feng held Shu Dong against the wall. He wasn't holding her as tightly as before, just gently wrapping his arms around her, as if all his strength to struggle had been exhausted, leaving only bottomless helplessness and pallor.
And he could do nothing—he could only wait for that moment to arrive, waiting for the verdict of fate.
Human beings are so insignificant; if fate decides to give you something, you have no way to resist.
"Let's go back." Shu Dong listened to his steady heartbeat, but the calmer it sounded, the more frightened she became.
"Shu Dong," Song Feng said in a hoarse voice.
"Hmm?"
"When we grow old, I hope I can live one day longer than you."
That way, you won't have to endure this pain.
A surge of bitterness and warmth welled up in her heart. Shu Dong stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his lips.
Song Feng returned to the room and took out the cold medicine he had been clutching in his hand: "I bought it. Do you…
Chapter 40