However, Song Wenchuan did not look like he was waking up anytime soon. He lay on the bed peacefully like a corpse that wasn’t breathing.
The doctor said he was too exhausted and didn’t want to wake up.
Song Yaoyao pulled out a red string from her pocket which was tied into a safety knot.
She grabbed Song Wenchuan’s hand and tied it around his wrist.
To replenish his nutrients, connecting a drip had bee a ritual. There were bruises all over the back of his hand caused from inserting needles. Song Yaoyao took a glance and looked away; her hand could sense the pain.
Song Wenchuan had lost a lot of weight. In the past, he was at an average weight, but now he was just skin and bones; even his fingers were protruding. He looked so fragile that it seemed like he could easily snap in half.
The red string made him look extra pale; it was like a string of blood.
“Hey, I’ve only given this type of knot to three men in my life. My father and brother. You are the third.” Song Yaoyao placed his hand under the quilt. “I don’t like owing people. I’ll give you a bit of my lucky, so hurry up and wake up. Otherwise…I will find myself another older brother!”
Song Yaoyao wrinkled her nose as she grabbed her backpack and headed out of the room.
Just before she reached the door, she paused for a moment, and her soft voice echoed through the room.
“Merry Christmas.”
…
Outside, the Christmas spirit was strong. A lot of stores had Christmas trees with colorful baubles and presents. On the windows, there were decals of reindeers and Santa Claus. Walking along the streets, Christmas music could be heard resounding from the different shops.
Most of the money that Song Yaoyao possessed had already been used when she bought the copyright. Reverting back to where she started, all she had left now was the money she got from Song Jingwan and the others.
She had to make money!
Especially after she pleted her Christmas shopping list and lost a large chunk of her wallet.
For Tang Xinrou, it had been a long time since she skipped class to have fun. So when Song Yaoyao went shopping, she also shopped too.
The two girls carried bags and bags of shopping. Tang Xinrou was extremely happy. “Yaoyao, Ride the Wind is showing at the theater today. Do you want to watch it together?”
Ride the wind was all about feelings. For a big director like Kang Yuan, this was just a small project.
It was obviously unrealistic to pete for an award with this film, but he already had a big sci-fi film planned for New Year’s Day.
Although this film didn’t mean much to Kang Yuan, it was Tang Xinrou’s first film. She wanted to see how she appeared on the big screen.
“I’m not going,” Song Yaoyao replied as she curved her eyes and shook her head in refusal. “I’m going on a date with Gege!”
“F*ck!”
Tang Xinrou was not displeased at all! She knew, in Song Yaoyao’s heart, everyone had to step back when Huo Yunque was involved.
Moreover, who dared to be envious of a God?
Was she tired of living?
“Did your Lover Gege…accept your confession??”
Tang Xinrou nudged Song Yaoyao’s shoulder and winked at her.
“Ahem…”
Song Yaoyao blushed and said with seriousness, “Not yet! But it will happen soon!”
“Wow!”
Tang Xinrou was ecstatic. “Quick, quick, quick! Tell me what you have planned. Are you confessing tonight? I really want to witness it!”
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