Chapter 154: Love's Sorrow (3)
Yin Yin looked at Zhao Ziheng in a daze and found that her voice, which had been restored, was lost again, because Zhao Ziheng's words deeply shocked her fragile heart. Before she could say anything, she heard bursts of violent coughing echoing in her ears, shaking her mind. The coughing was accompanied by red liquid continuously pouring out of Zhao Ziheng's mouth. In an instant, Yin Yin felt cold all over, and even felt a fear she had never felt before.
I don’t know if it’s because of the rain, but Yin Yin felt that Zhao Ziheng’s face was gradually fading. She was so close to him, but she couldn’t see his face clearly. She wanted to say something, but she felt like something was stuck in her throat and she couldn’t make a sound.
Similarly, Zhao Ziheng felt that Yin Yin's face was gradually becoming blurred, but it was not because of the rain, but because he felt that his consciousness was gradually slipping away from his body. He tried unwillingly to keep his eyes open, wanting to keep the person in front of him in his eyes forever, and desperately suppressed the severe coughing, because he did not want the person in front of him to be sad and upset. He turned a deaf ear to the pain that would cause countless cells in his body every time he coughed, or had he already become numb?
Seeing the face of the person in front of him becoming more and more blurred, Zhao Ziheng felt unwilling , very unwilling. He had a lot of things to say to the person in front of him, but after those three words, he felt that even wanting to look at that person for another second was such a strenuous thing. The hand that was stroking her face gradually left the familiar touch due to lack of strength. Her distracted eyes were filled with unwillingness, helplessness, reluctance, nostalgia and other expressions, which were heartbreaking and painful to see.
"No, don't talk anymore, don't talk anymore!!" Seeing Zhao Ziheng's lips moving slightly and struggling weakly but unwillingly, Ling Menghan felt her heart was about to break, so she finally couldn't help but speak out to stop him.
However, Zhao Ziheng did not hear Ling Menghan's voice at all, because at this moment there was only one person in his eyes, he only saw that person, only heard that person, and even he tried hard to maintain the little remaining consciousness only for that person; in fact, a long time ago, Zhao Ziheng's eyes no longer had anyone else, even if there was anyone, he was just a passerby, and his heart would always belong to only one person.
Yin Yin's reaction was much quieter than when Zhou Yan left, but the fear in her eyes and the trembling of her body could not lie. Her frail and trembling body exuded a suffocating despair and grief.
At this time, Wang Ye took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhao Ziheng's mouth, but it was spat out due to coughing. Wang Ye caught it and carefully stuffed it into his mouth again, but it was spat out again due to vomiting blood. Wang Ye tried again, but he spat out the medicine again due to continuous severe coughing. After repeated attempts, Wang Ye could not get the medicine into Zhao Ziheng's mouth. For various reasons, he even realized that Zhao Ziheng had no intention of taking the medicine, which was what worried him the most.
"Take the medicine!" The tone was almost pleading. The pill was already placed on Zhao Ziheng's lips, but Zhao Ziheng refused to speak. It was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional.
Just when Wang Ye was about to force Zhao Ziheng to take the medicine, Yin Yin, who had been motionless, suddenly snatched the pill from his hand and stuffed it into Zhao Ziheng's mouth. Then, before everyone had time to react or watch, she leaned over and kissed Zhao Ziheng on the lips.
Although Zhao Ziheng was the only one left with a little consciousness, his body stiffened for a moment when he felt the nostalgic Rouran on his lips, and then he coughed violently again involuntarily in Yinyin's kiss; the taste of blood did not let Yinyin leave, she still maintained the kiss until the coughing stopped, and the pill was swallowed by Zhao Ziheng.
After feeling that Zhao Ziheng had swallowed the pill, Yin Yin slowly left the lips that she lingered on, slightly pulling away a little, enough to block the rain pouring on Zhao Ziheng's face, Yin Yin finally made a sound: "Please, don't leave me again."
Her voice was suppressed and hoarse, it would be more accurate to say it was a plea than a request. Although her voice was very soft, everyone could hear it clearly even in the rain and the faint thunder.
Everyone present knew the relationship between Yin Yin and Zhao Ziheng. Maybe they were in love, but no one knew when and how they got together. It felt very strange and yet very natural .
Zhao Ziheng smiled, his smile was gentle and relieved. No one knew what his smile meant. But when he wanted to touch that familiar face again, he could no longer raise his hand. His eyes were dim until they slowly closed.
"No!! No!!! Don't close your eyes, no! Please don't close your eyes--" Yin Yin's voice changed from screaming to begging, overflowing with heart-wrenching, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to say twisted pain.
"He will be fine." Wang Ye's voice sounded at the right time.
Yinyin immediately looked up at Wang Ye in a daze. After confirming that Wang Ye was not lying, she moved her eyes to Zhao Ziheng's face again. The strange yet familiar face was gray at this time. Even though he was very weak, Yinyin could still feel him breathing. That was enough, wasn't it? Perhaps because the tension and long-term accumulated emotions suddenly relaxed, the next moment Yinyin fell on Zhao Ziheng's chest without any warning.
"Yin Yin!!" Shan Zhen stepped forward immediately, but before he could touch Yin Yin, someone had already helped Yin Yin up.
Holding Yinyin's hand and resting it on her pulse, meeting Wang Ye's gaze, Guisha did not give an answer, but hugged Yinyin as if to escape; no answer is the best answer, how could Wang Ye, who is so smart, not know the reason? But what else can he say? Looking at Yinyin in Guisha's arms, and then looking at Zhao Ziheng, he felt endless sadness in his heart.
