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For Li Luo, the words that Shen Qingyou gently uttered seemed like a thunderclap, causing him to stumble back a step, gazing at Shen Qingyou's face. The deep despair in her eyes startled Shen Qingyou, and the cold wind blew against Li Luo, piercingly cold.
He had pushed himself into a desperate situation, not hoping for her happiness? But why, when he saw the happiness flickering in the corners of her eyes, did it pierce his heart so deeply?
"Li Luo, if I said that the woman in the video is not me at all, would you believe it?"
Whether he believed her or not was irrelevant to her. In her eyes, there was only Qing Cang; she had no position left.
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Shen Qingyou's mouth as she told a lie that no one would believe.
Watching Qing Cang's arms resting on Shen Qingyou's shoulders was an invisible declaration to him; this woman was now beyond his reach, and he was merely a pathetic actor in his own tragedy.
"Serene, I sincerely hope you can be happy!"
Under the orange light, Li Luo's silhouette appeared desolate and lonely as he got into the car and fled in embarrassment. This heart-wrenching scene reflected in the rearview mirror showed Shen Qingyou nestled in Qing Cang's embrace, tears streaming down his face. Who among men does not shed tears? When sorrow reaches an unbearable level, tears become the only way to vent.
He thought that by digging his own grave, he could earn a bit of pity from Shen Qingyou. His self-sacrifice was meant to receive a little bit of her affection. But there was nothing—absolutely nothing. She leaned against another man with such calmness that night; the woman beneath him was not her. If it wasn't her, then who could it be?
Shen Qingyou, do you care so much for that man? Do you even lack the courage to admit it? Li Luo angrily slammed the steering wheel. On the winding mountain road, a large truck suddenly approached head-on. Under the sudden bright lights, everything before Li Luo turned white. He jerked the steering wheel hard to one side, and the car spun in place.
"Bang!"
A loud crash echoed as flames erupted alongside thick smoke rushing into the darkness. When Qing Cang saw the phone on the table vibrating incessantly, his face darkened and fell silent. Shen Qingyou's gaze fell on the caller ID name, her heart filled with confusion. What was going on with Li Luo? Hadn't he told her not to contact him anymore? Why was he bothering Qing Cang?
Looking timidly at Qing Cang and his unpredictable expression, her heart raced violently. "Cang, should we turn off the phone?"
Seeing Shen Qingyou's anxious demeanor made a faint smile appear on Qing Cang's lips. "Silly girl, why are you panicking like this? Do you think I would doubt your heart?"
Embracing Shen Qingyou and ignoring the vibrating phone on the table, they headed toward the bedroom. An ambulance sped along the winding mountain road; this night was destined not to be peaceful. All the reporters rushed to the hospital that night, and reports about Li Luo's suicide were already printed in lead type by dawn. As the red sun slowly rose in the east, news spread through every street and alley.
The golden sunlight of morning filtered through the curtains lifted by a gentle breeze, illuminating the entire room and casting light upon shades of blue reminiscent of the sea—dreamlike and surreal. Shen Qingyou slowly opened her eyes and gazed out at the horizon painted red by dawn, feeling as if she were in another world.
She glanced sideways at Qing Cang lying beside her. His thin lips curled slightly, exuding endless charm. His thick black hair casually draped over his forehead, covering his smooth and full brow, with a straight nose and beautifully curved lips. The corners of his mouth revealed a comforting smile. This man was her husband, the one she would walk hand in hand with for the rest of her life.
"Are you awake?"
A deep and hoarse voice reached Shen Qingyou's ears, causing her face to flush instantly. She buried her head into the warm blankets, which carried Qing Cang's unique scent. A warm arm tightly wrapped around her waist. "Are you made of ice?"
Shen Qingyou looked at Qing Cang in confusion as he continued, "Why is your body so cold?"
He found the warm blankets too hot, yet Shen Qingyou's hands and feet were icy!
"Serene, with me by your side, I will definitely warm you up!"
The atmosphere in the room became heated due to Qing Cang's tender affection. Looking into his sincere eyes, Shen Qingyou swallowed hard, a wave of desire gradually rising in the air between them. She felt a broad palm wandering on her back, like a silent current coursing through her limbs, making her heart tremble delicately.
"Cang!"
After calling out, she realized her voice was somewhat hoarse, as if silently inviting Qing Cang. He flipped over and pressed her beneath him. Seeing her flustered state under him made his lips curl into a big smile. Then he quickly rolled off and got out of bed...
Was that it? Shen Qingyou looked in surprise at the already dressed Qing Cang, who wore a plaid wool sweater and straight military green casual pants. The mirror reflected his tall and handsome figure with striking features.
"Still not getting up?"
Seeing Shen Qingyou's flushed cheeks, Qing Cang smiled broadly and playfully tapped his head. With a frustrated expression, Shen Qingyou climbed out of bed, wondering what she had been thinking.
In the bathroom, she took quite some time to gather herself. After calming down a bit, she walked out only to find that Qing Cang was no longer in the room.
Her phone rang; it was Qing Cang. She answered, "Can we go now?"
Go? Where could they possibly go this early in the morning?
"If it's good, hurry down. I'm waiting for you in the car downstairs!"
Before Shen Qingyou could respond, the call was already disconnected. Confused, she slowly made her way downstairs and discovered that a heavy snowfall had blanketed the ground overnight, leaving no traces of footsteps on the smooth white surface. Standing on the steps, she hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to disturb the perfect scene before her. It was truly beautiful; the entire city looked as if it were draped in a pristine white coat. Just yesterday, she had marveled at the stunning snow scenery in the countryside, and now she found such beauty in this bustling city. This winter, it seemed that there was much more snow than in previous years...
With steady steps on the fresh path, she thought how wonderful it would be if a heavy snowfall could cover all past memories. Then she might be able to walk down this new road forever.
"Hurry up and get in the car!" Qing Cang shouted at the dazed Shen Qingyou with a smile on his lips. Shen Qingyou quickened her pace and swiftly climbed into the passenger seat. Inside the car, a faint floral fragrance wafted toward her. Turning her head, she saw a large bouquet of deep purple tulips placed in the back seat. She remembered how much she loved this flower and this color, which exuded a charm similar to Poppy's. Perhaps flowers reflect their owners; deep down, Shen Qingyou secretly hoped to become a woman like that—independent, enchanting, free-spirited, and true to herself.
"Do you like them?"
As Qing Cang stretched out to hand her the tulips from the back seat, tears of excitement shimmered in her long eyelashes.
"You have something dirty in your hair!"
Shen Qingyou pointed at his hair. Qing Cang was taken aback and lowered his head, signaling for Shen Qingyou to help him. With a smile on his lips, Shen Qingyou gently kissed his cheek...
Just as she was about to turn her head away, a large hand pressed down on her head, turning passivity into initiative. Qing Cang deeply kissed Shen Qingyou's cheek: "Damn it! If you had tempted me like that earlier, I would have definitely taken you!"
Shen Qingyou's face flushed again; her previously calm emotions surged once more. Was it possible that she appeared more charming now in her thick down jacket than when she wore silk pajamas in bed?
After kissing for what felt like an eternity and nearly running out of breath, Qing Cang finally released Shen Qingyou, glanced at his watch, started the car, and headed straight for the airport.
Standing at the ticket exchange hall in the airport, Shen Qingyou still cluelessly wondered where they were going. When she received the plane ticket and saw "Maldives" clearly written under the destination column, she looked at Qing Cang with immense surprise: "When did you arrange all of this?"
Did this man really want to give her so many surprises? Didn't he fear spoiling her?
"Hehe!"
Qing Cang's lips curled into a mischievous smile: "While you were asleep!"
In the past two days, Shen Qingyou felt as if her tears had become cheap; she would easily be brought to the brink of tears. Being pampered by this man, she couldn't help but think that if one day he abandoned her, she shook her head vigorously, cursing herself inwardly for thinking such nonsense. Why couldn't she think positively? Why would she even consider that he would leave her?
However, once that thought crossed her mind, it lingered like a ghost. Qing Cang looked at the pale-faced Shen Qingyou and asked with concern, "Serene, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!"
Shaking her head, she forced a smile. "It's nothing, just a bit of a headache!"
"You should rest here for a while; I'll be right back!"
Watching Qing Cang walk towards the airport shop, urgently speaking with the salesperson, Shen Qingyou squinted her eyes and focused on the large LCD television in the waiting area.
"Dear viewers, we have just received breaking news. At 3 AM this morning on the winding road leading to Emerald Manor, a tragic traffic accident occurred. A white sports car collided head-on with a truck, and the white sports car was completely engulfed in flames!"
Emerald Manor? A white sports car? Shen Qingyou suddenly stood up from her seat, an unsettling feeling surged within her. Her pupils dilated as she stared at the announcer's mouth, beads of sweat forming in her palms.
"It has been confirmed that the owner of this white sports car is none other than the popular idol star Li Luo, who was recently embroiled in a sexual scandal. Yesterday, he admitted at a press conference that he orchestrated the scandal himself and forcefully had relations with his female assistant after failing to seduce her. Today, he has once again found himself in a car accident. Was it an accident or suicide…"
The announcer's lips continued to move, but for Shen Qingyou, she could hardly absorb any of it. The words echoed in her mind: orchestrated? Failed to seduce? Love turned to hate? Li Luo, what on earth are you talking about?
Seeing the familiar hospital scene on the television screen, Shen Qingyou's mind went blank as she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the airport. Not far away, Qing Cang noticed Shen Qingyou's sudden sprinting figure. After seeing the television screen, his expression changed drastically as he chased after her, but all he was left with was a taxi speeding away.
Standing under the brilliant winter sun, all expressions on Qing Cang's face froze at that moment. The ticket in his hand was torn into pieces under his complex emotions, fluttering like snowflakes in the quiet air…
In the hospital corridor, Zhang Shaocong's face was as pale as paper, glistening coldly. His clenched fists trembled slightly. When Shen Qingyou saw him at a loss for what to do, he suddenly lunged forward and began to howl and cry in this silent VIP ward…
Seeing a man cry like this brought tears to Shen Qingyou's eyes as well. "Can you please tell me what happened to him?"
"I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! If I hadn’t insisted on pushing him, maybe he wouldn’t have gone down this path. It’s my fault! It’s all my fault!"
Shen Qingyou looked coldly at the disheveled Zhang Shaocong, tears in her eyes. This shrewd man was always calculating others, but this time, due to his stubbornness, he had pushed his own younger brother to the brink. At this moment, was it too late for regret?
Immersed in low sobs, Shen Qingyou had no idea what thoughts were swirling in her mind. She was thinking about the future, but it felt futile; who could predict what the future held?
Zhang Shaocong's self-reproach was, to Shen Qingyou, a form of self-entrapment. If he hadn't been so stubbornly intent on shifting all the blame onto her to protect Li Luo, would Li Luo have ended up in such a dire situation? If they had been able to calmly sit down and analyze the entire situation from the beginning, would they have easily found the loopholes? She had surveillance footage that clearly recorded when she returned...
The lights in the operating room were still on. Dr. Ming was still desperately trying to save Li Luo. That meant he was not dead yet; there was still a glimmer of hope!
Li Luo, you have to live, live well. I want to ask you why you stubbornly believed that woman was me.
Shen Qingyou silently shouted in her heart as she walked to the end of the corridor and gently opened a crack in the window. The cool air rushed in, bringing a sense of clarity. Looking out, the entire street was bathed in a festive atmosphere; red Chinese knots hung from the sycamore trees lining both sides of the street. New Year's Day signified the start of a new year, but for her, when would it truly begin?
"Do you have a cigarette?"
Zhang Shaocong looked up in surprise at Shen Qingyou and then pulled out a pack from his pocket. Leaning against the wall, Shen Qingyou lit a cigarette. As she watched the faint smoke rise slowly from between her fingers, it felt as light and ethereal as life itself—a mere drop in the ocean, life like dust.
From sunrise to sunset, the surgery lasted nearly twelve hours. A weary Li Haoran slowly emerged from the operating room with the help of a nurse, his gaze falling on Shen Qingyou with an expression of desolation.
"Li Haoran, how is he? How is he?"
Zhang Shaocong stood up from his seat and grabbed Li Haoran by the collar, asking anxiously.
Li Haoran shook his head helplessly. "Widespread damage to the cerebral cortex. Although some functions beneath the cortex are still partially preserved...!"
"Just tell me directly—how is he now?"
"Vegetative state!"
Li Haoran said painfully to Zhang Shaocong, "And his facial burns are severe!"
Vegetative State? Facial Burns?
Zhang Shaocong felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, collapsing to the ground, overwhelmed by this incredibly heavy reality. His facial expression was severely distorted by immense pain, resembling a deathly posture. Suddenly, he turned to look at Shen Qingyou, a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and got up from the ground, walking towards her step by step.
"This is the ending you wanted, right? This is everything you wanted to see, isn't it? When he fell into despair for you, you happily married another man. What about you? Have you ever thought about what he did wrong? What did he do wrong? He was just blind and fell in love with an ungrateful woman like you!"
Zhang Shaocong shouted hoarsely at Shen Qingyou, all notions of quality and upbringing thrown aside; nothing was more important to him than Li Luo, his brother.
Everything that Li Haoran said was like a bolt from the blue for Li Luo. Why did everything end up like this?
"Cousin, stop shouting! Do you want to attract all those reporters outside who are stretching their necks to watch the drama?"
The usually gentle and refined Li Haoran said to Zhang Shaocong in exhaustion. After more than ten hours of surgery, his physical strength had been drained to the limit. Seeing Zhang Shaocong completely lose his rationality was truly exhausting for him.
"Right now, the situation is not the worst. There are many successful cases of patients waking up from a Vegetative State. These patients have one thing in common: external stimulation. Who does Li Luo care about the most? If someone calls his name in his ear, perhaps a miracle will happen!"
One sentence from Li Haoran reignited a glimmer of hope in the heart of Zhang Shaocong, who felt as if he had died inside. The person Li Luo cared about the most? He cast his gaze towards Shen Qingyou. Thinking about his earlier attitude towards her made him feel a bit awkward; looking at Shen Qingyou, even he, who was usually wise and decisive, didn't know how to start.
"Serene, this matter can only rely on you!"
Without waiting for Zhang Shaocong to speak, Li Haoran earnestly pleaded with Shen Qingyou. Li Luo was his cousin; seeing him like this pained him immensely. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he absolutely could not give up.
"Li Haoran, I—"
"She can't do it!"
Hearing this voice, Shen Qingyou turned around in shock. Standing at the dark corner of the staircase was it Qing Cang?
His face was as dark as ancient ice, devoid of any expression. As he slowly walked towards everyone, the temperature around them suddenly dropped. "Serene is now my wife!"
"Cang, it's me!"
Qing Cang stood by Shen Qingyou's side, holding her hand. However, at this moment, she felt no warmth at all. She turned her head to look at Qing Cang's sharply defined face and felt an invisible pressure; he was angry, very angry. How could she explain her sudden departure from the airport today?
"Li Haoran, I'm sorry, but Serene can't help you with this!"
Before Li Haoran and Zhang Shaocong could speak, he pulled Shen Qingyou out of the hospital room. Inside the car, the atmosphere was strange. Shen Qingyou anxiously looked at Qing Cang's tightly closed lips and deeply furrowed brows. "Cang, I—"
"Serene, I've rebooked the flight to the Maldives for tomorrow!"
"Cang, can we go another time?"
The car suddenly made a sharp turn, causing Shen Qingyou to hit her head against the control panel. Her head buzzed as she raised it to look at Qing Cang.
"Are you considering Li Haoran's suggestion?"
His cold tone, devoid of any emotion, made Shen Qingyou feel as if she were in an ice cave. "Cang, if my existence could really save Li Luo's life, can I just stand by and do nothing?"
Not to mention everything Li Luo had done for her; even if he were an ordinary person, she would still risk everything if there was a need. "Cang, you're a soldier. Don't you have even a shred of compassion?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Shen Qingyou wished she could bite her tongue off. How could she question Qing Cang so sharply? As his wife, she should seek his opinion and obtain his consent, shouldn't she?
A bitter smile spread across Qing Cang's lips as he turned to look at Shen Qingyou. "Serene, if the person lying in that hospital bed were anyone else, I would unconditionally support you. But it's Li Luo—he is the only one I cannot support!"
The last three words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with a chilling finality. Anyone familiar with Qing Cang knew that when he showed this expression, there was no room for negotiation.
Even though he knew that the female lead in the scandalous video circulating online was not Shen Qingyou, who else in this city would trust her like he did? Even Li Luo himself didn't believe it. If time passed and people forgot about this incident, would Shen Qingyou staying by Li Luo's side to care for him bring any resolution? What kind of imagination would those reporters have to depict their ambiguous relationship?
As long as Li Luo remained unconscious, she would stay by his side to care for him—one month without waking up meant caring for him for one month; what about a year, ten years, or even a lifetime?
"Serene, let's not discuss this anymore. Ming, we're going to the Maldives!"
After that, Qing Cang restarted the car and slowly drove towards Dragon City Garden. It was only their third day of marriage; could they really be falling into a cold war? Along the way, Shen Qingyou remained silent. It had not been easy for her and Qing Cang to reach this point. She repeatedly reminded herself in her heart to cherish this hard-won relationship!
"You should sleep first; I still have some things to handle!"
Upon arriving home, Qing Cang coldly instructed Shen Qingyou and then plunged into the study, "Bang!"
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed from the study, clearly indicating that Qing Cang had shut Shen Qingyou out.
In the empty room, Shen Qingyou lay wide awake, staring at the white ceiling. Outside, the bright moonlight illuminated the ground covered in snow, making the entire night as bright as day. This world truly plays tricks on people. Shen Qingyou couldn't understand why the world could change so rapidly. Was life meant to be like this? One moment it was sunny and bright, and the next it was stormy and thunderous. When would they finally see clear skies? Living on, she feared not being physically tired but rather being emotionally exhausted, and even more so, she dreaded despair...
To Shen Qingyou, Qing Cang was a glimmer of moonlight in her dark life. On such a night, surrounded by the familiar scent on the blanket, she reminisced about their unspoken promises. The feeling of waking up nestled in Qing Cang's warm embrace that morning made her see the flicker of sunlight. That embrace made her feel his tender touch. Despite all the pain life had inflicted upon her, she stubbornly believed that perhaps there was still much happiness ahead. But just as time passed by, could reality once again push her from heaven into hell?
No, no!
Shen Qingyou suddenly sat up in bed. She absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen again. Happiness is in everyone's hands. If she merely endured all the happiness that Qing Cang brought her without considering how to make him truly feel her intentions, then how could she talk about giving in this relationship?
Thinking this, Shen Qingyou got out of bed and walked barefoot cautiously on the wooden floor to the study door. She placed her hand on the doorknob; it wasn't locked. Gently pushing it open a crack, she peered inside but saw no sign of Qing Cang at the desk. She widened the gap until her whole head was inside—huh? No sign of Qing Cang?
Pushing open the door, she entered quietly and approached the desk. Hearing water running from the bathroom made her smile slightly as she hid behind a large sofa chair, wanting to share a warm embrace with Qing Cang. However, her gaze froze when it landed on a dialogue box displayed on the screen...
"Serene!"
Qing Cang exclaimed in surprise. Upon seeing her pale and cold expression, his own face instantly froze in shock. He stepped forward angrily and turned off the screen. "Who let you in?"
Shen Qingyou's body numbly took a step back as infinite anger erupted in her eyes: "You knew all along that woman in those love clips was her, didn't you?"
"Serene, I—"
"You answer me, don't you?"
Shen Qingyou's gaze was fixed on Qing Cang, and suddenly, a painfully bitter smile cracked at the corners of her mouth. "Qing Cang, what are you doing? Marrying me, is that supposed to make up for it? Are you trying to repay the harm she caused to me and Li Luo in this way?"
No wonder Qing Cang was so certain that she believed him. No wonder he rushed to marry her. It turned out that all of this stemmed from his prior knowledge that the scandal shaking the entire Jiangcheng was actually centered around Qing Han Qing, who was the true protagonist of it all. She was the original instigator. No wonder the woman in the picture looked so much like her; no wonder Li Luo couldn't tell them apart. This woman, who already bore some resemblance to her, combined with her ability to imitate, made it impossible for a man as drunk as a fish to distinguish between them.
"Serene, it's not what you think! Things are not as you imagine!"
Qing Cang wanted to step forward and grab Shen Qingyou's hand, but she coldly evaded him. The indifference in her eyes filled Qing Cang with immense fear. Back then, in the hospital, she had looked at Yuan Mufang with that same despair. No, he absolutely could not follow Yuan Mufang's old path. The more afraid he became, the more his body instinctively moved closer to Shen Qingyou. "Serene, calm down. Can we talk this through properly?"
"Talk? What are we going to talk about? If you really want to talk to me, then hand over your chat records to the reporters so they can know the truth of the whole matter!"
"No way!"
Qing Cang firmly denied Shen Qingyou. If it were possible, he would have done it long ago. He couldn't disregard his uncle's face; he couldn't ignore the reputation of the entire Qing Family.
His unhesitating denial completely shattered the last shred of stubbornness in Shen Qingyou's heart. She pushed Qing Cang away as if going mad, but when she tried to rush out the door, Qing Cang caught her tightly in his arms. "Where do you think you're going? Are you going to Li Luo?"
Upon hearing Qing Cang's words, Shen Qingyou stopped struggling desperately and was held tightly by Qing Cang like a puppet.
"Serene, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Qing Cang buried his head in Shen Qingyou's hair. He wasn't deliberately hiding anything or intentionally hurting her; he had too much to consider. "Serene, what Qianhan did is absurd, but she already knows she's wrong. Grandpa is still recuperating; if he finds out that Qianhan did something that tarnished the family's reputation, what if his condition worsens? And Uncle—he has worked hard to build his kingdom and values his reputation so much; if this matter gets out, wouldn't he have nowhere to hide his face? Serene, I beg you, let's just end this here, okay?"
Every word from Qing Cang made sense. Shen Qingyou knew that he spoke from the heart. He wasn't alone; behind him stood a vast family. Turning towards Qing Cang, she said, "So you married me—a woman who has ambiguous relations with other men—aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"
"Serene!"
"Qing Cang, answer my question! The intimate moments between me and Li Luo—won't they bring shame upon your family?"
Qing Cang lowered his head, and a wave of despair washed over Shen Qingyou: "Qing Cang, did you ever think about letting the world know that I am your wife?"
Clang!
Shen Qingyou seemed to hear the sound of her heart shattering into pieces. What was the point of a wedding trip? It was all a facade. As a divorced woman who had been embroiled in scandal, would he really expose her to the public eye with his glorious image?
"As long as we love each other, as long as we feel happy, why should we care about those superficial things?"
Qing Cang grasped Shen Qingyou's arms, feeling somewhat powerless. Facing her cold gaze, he felt waves of panic. In the perilous modern battlefield, he had never shown such fear.
"Superficial things? Like Qing Han Qing's marriage back then, one without the blessings of family and friends—could that be a happy marriage? Qing Cang, I'm sorry, I can't be your hidden wife. I want to be your legitimate wife. If you think my past marriage is unbearable, then please end our marriage quickly. I'm just a Cinderella; even if you come in a Pumpkin Carriage, I still can't become the princess in your heart!"
"Serene, we just got married! Why are you talking like this? Do you remember my promise to you? I can't promise you forever, but I can promise you this lifetime. In this lifetime, I will make you happy!"
Yes, if she could stop demanding perfection, if she could stop caring about her reputation, perhaps she could truly play the role of his invisible wife behind him, hidden from the light, striving to fulfill her duties as a wife in this house. But she Shen Qingyou could not. If she could compromise, then why didn't she just swallow her pride and stay with Yuan Mufang? Why go through such hardships only to end up with an even more tragic outcome?
"Serene, how can you doubt my feelings for you?" Qing Cang said painfully. Yes, he admitted that in this tumultuous love affair, he had his own selfish motives. But that did not mean Shen Qingyou could deny his love for her!
A moist kiss fell like raindrops on Shen Qingyou's neck. "Serene, I love you. From the moment I first saw you, I fell deeply in love with you. Please forgive me for this hurt; from now on, I will treat you twice as well. Once this matter fades from people's memories, I promise to give you a grand wedding and invite all our family and friends to witness our love—our unwavering love until death!"
Tears of grievance silently covered Shen Qingyou's face as she turned to look at Qing Cang. She believed in his promise; she just hoped it wouldn't require her to wait until their hair turned gray...
Qing Cang cupped Shen Qingyou's face with both hands and kissed her deeply. This kiss felt so heavy to Shen Qingyou, so heavy that it made her feel breathless. Her consciousness began to fade as she silently endured Qing Cang's kiss that was heavier than life itself; her heart ached like it was being twisted...
"Serene, may I?"
The sound of Qing Cang's heavy breathing reached her ear. Shen Qingyou did not answer; at that moment, silence meant consent...
Qing Cang released her lips and kissed down her neck. Everywhere he kissed sent waves of intoxicating tingles through her body. A soft moan escaped Shen Qingyou's lips without defense as her hands slipped into his shirt and slowly opened it. Her cool fingers touched his heated skin, causing him to shudder slightly. The light in Qing Cang's eyes turned cold before he swiftly picked up Shen Qingyou, carrying her toward the bedroom.
A huge floor-to-ceiling window reflected two intertwined bodies. In the room, the breaths of the two people matched in rhythm, harmonious and beautiful. Sweat dripped from their foreheads onto Shen Qingyou, a silent tear...
The night was cool as water. Suddenly, the pair of tightly closed eyes opened brightly. Shen Qingyou looked again at the man sleeping beside her, a strange feeling washed over her. She quietly got up and walked to the bedroom, staring blankly at the mirror reflecting her body covered in kiss marks. It was an intense and passionate love; they both wanted to deeply merge with each other, becoming an inseparable part of one another. However, they could never truly become part of each other. The joy of being newlyweds had not yet faded from her heart, but now, a scene of separation was unfolding. Dressed neatly, Shen Qingyou glanced back at Qing Cang, who was sound asleep, and resolutely left...
Sometimes, perhaps meeting is just a trick. The past pain is irreplaceable, and the future happiness is unpredictable. The happiness and joy after meeting, along with pain and sorrow, may linger in the future even if one does not wish to look back. Alone on the desolate long street, Shen Qingyou did not want to be this strong, but reality forced her to be strong!
Qing Cang, I will wait for you at the next intersection. We are all suffering; we just hope that this storm will eventually pass and that sunlight will ultimately cover the entire earth...
Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Shen Qingyou dialed Li Haoran's number and soon saw him rush out wearing only slippers.
"It's winter; why are you wearing slippers?"
"I was so surprised to get your call! Did Qing Shao change his mind?"
"No!"
Shen Qingyou replied lightly and walked toward the hospital entrance. Li Haoran noticed that Shen Qingyou's expression was not good and didn't know what to say, so he followed her to Li Haoran's Intensive Care Unit.
Pushing open the door, through the large glass window, Shen Qingyou saw Li Luo lying on the bed, wrapped like a mummy...
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