"If I die before you, you’re not allowed to remarry."
"..."
Su Xiaong wriggled out of his embrace and looked straight into his eyes.
In her eyes, there was no longer the naivety of a teenage girl, no innocence and carefree attitude, and unlike before, she didn’t blink inquisitively with every word or opinion she expressed, seeking your thoughts.
If I die before you, you’re not allowed to remarry.
It wasn’t "can you not remarry," it wasn’t "try not to remarry," it was "not allowed to remarry."
She wouldn’t allow you to have any other opinion, wouldn’t permit you any hesitation.
A firm and overbearing demand...
"I will never remarry."
Of course, he didn’t have any other opinions, nor would he hesitate.
He even wanted to tell her that at the mont he realized she might perish in the flas, a thought flashed through his mind...
Without her, what would be the point of living?
At that ti, fortunately, Yin Shixiu still thought of Shuangshuang and Huang Huang... Perhaps they were the only things tethering him.
If in the future, Shuangshuang and Huang Huang grow up, beco self-reliant, and establish their careers...
By then, wouldn’t he only have Su Xiaong left?
By then, if Xiao ng were to go before him, how could he dare to take even a single step forward?
These were words he kept buried in his heart, ultimately unsaid, not wanting to cause her heartache or unnecessarily sadden her.
Even though natural and man-made disasters are inevitable, his wife... she’s probably so resilient that even the heavens are reluctant to trouble her anymore, right?
"That’s good. You better rember what you said; otherwise, even if I die without closing my eyes, I’ll turn into a ghost and follow you."
Su Xiaong coughed lightly twice; the inflammation and infection from her wound led to a persistent high fever for three days, which ultimately damaged her lungs.
Yet, despite the coughing, she didn’t keep her mouth shut, continuing to prattle on,
"I just thought if I were to die, there would definitely be soone else sleeping with you—uh, no, sleeping in my sleeping space—ah! What are you doing? I’m a seriously ill patient!"
Upon Su Xiaong’s shout, Yin Shixiu pressed her onto the bed and rubbed his nose against hers,
"So that’s the reason; you don’t want anyone else sleeping with , so you’re this stubborn?"
"You, don’t take things out of context!"
Yin Shixiu kissed her lips, probably feeling the texture was off, glanced down, and noticed that her usually tender lips were now peeling.
"Um..."
Su Xiaong noticed his gaze; before she could ask what he was looking at, he kissed her again, and then...
She hastily pushed him away,
"What’s going on? Why are you licking with your tongue, you..."
"I like it."
Saying so, he again leaned in to kiss her little mouth, using his tongue to forcefully lick the peeling skin as if it would work like lip balm.
Su Xiaong was dumbfounded for a long ti; she couldn’t push him away, so she had to let him kiss her.
In her heart, she couldn’t help but sigh: thankfully she’s alright, otherwise what would this man do without her?
The two of them felt comfortable staying together even without saying a word to each other.
The 1.5-ter-wide hospital bed was large enough that soon they were lying side by side on it.
After all, Su Xiaong had been feverish for three days and experienced over forty hours of terror; truly, her body and spirit were weak.
Leaning against Yin Shixiu, she soon fell into a deep sleep again.
And as for Yin Shixiu, this guy?
This ti’s events must have really scared him; no matter how calm he appeared, it couldn’t mask the lingering fears in his heart.
He marveled at Su Xiaong’s calmness and cleverness in the face of danger and was astonished that a huge fire that claid countless lives couldn’t take her away.
But more than anything, he felt gratitude—grateful that she placed her hopes on him during the most dangerous monts.
Grateful that she didn’t give up until the very end.
Grateful for her stubborn resilience.
But still, the real person snuggled safely in his arms made him feel like if he didn’t keep a close watch, she’d slip through his fingers again.
So he just kept staring at her, watching her like he could never get enough of this person...
Who knows how long he watched; half an hour? An hour? Maybe even more...
Only when he saw clearly and felt his heart settle did he slowly close his eyes, and the two of them fell asleep together.
Five days... five nightmare-like days tornted not only Su Xiaong’s body and mind but also Yin Shixiu.
His exhaustion was no less than Su Xiaong’s by the slightest bit.
His heroic face showed signs of weariness.
At thirty-five, fine lines finally appeared around his eyes.
One doesn’t age slowly; aging actually happens in an instant.
It’s not like when the event is over, and everything is alright; the body and mind can return to the past...
The overwhelming and collapsing emotions of those five short days and nights had long left their marks on the heart and body.
During this ti, soone lightly knocked on the door, but no one responded; soone opened the door and silently closed it again.
No one disturbed this couple who had just been through a life-and-death ordeal.
No one interrupted their longing sleep.
Su Xiaong woke up from hunger; she hadn’t eaten for several days, sustained only by nutritional fluids, her body empty and weak.
Upon waking, she found Yin Shixiu still asleep, lying on his side with his head against her shoulder, his face almost buried in the crook of her neck.
One hand wrapped around her waist...
The posture... was quite novel.
Su Xiaong thought so, but simultaneously felt this posture was familiar... Hey! Isn’t this the way Shuangshuang and Huang Huang always snuggle with her to sleep?
She didn’t wake him up; his steady breaths fell on her neck in gentle puffs.
Su Xiaong stared at the ceiling.
Having just escaped death, logically, in such a quiet environnt, one might inevitably have so thoughts and reflections.
But not Xiao ng; her mind was truly blank now, especially with the plain white ceiling before her...
To say blank isn’t entirely accurate; there’s sothing on her mind—food, food, food...
Su Xiaong held back and held back and held back...
Being hungry is very hard to bear, really very hard to bear.
When you’re not fully conscious, it’s fine; when distracted by other things, it’s fine, but right now, she’s wholeheartedly fixated on eating.
And the more she thought about it, the hungrier she got.
She thought of waking up Yin Shixiu several tis, but then felt a bit reluctant; he seldom slept so soundly.
Hmm...
Thinking this way, new thoughts flooded into her mind.
She believed she truly was a good woman, a good wife!
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she beca!
And then, after who knows how long, Yin Shixiu finally showed signs of waking, snuggling against her neck in a flirtatious manner.
But Yin Shixiu was just flirting.
If the two of them were to engage in any more vigorous physical activity in their current states, it would be courting death.
"Awake?"
Yin Shixiu murmured.
Su Xiaong didn’t respond to him...
Yin Shixiu yawned and lazily withdrew his face from her neck, reluctantly, and glanced at Su Xiaong, only to see her listlessly, and eyes rolling slightly...
"Xiao ng!"
Yin Shixiu was instantly startled awake! All his drowsiness scared away!
Su Xiaong moved her lips; she said sothing...
Yin Shixiu couldn’t hear clearly, hurriedly brought his ear to her lips, and then heard Su Xiaong sincerely say,
"Hungry... hungry... starving..."
"..."
Yin Shixiu’s expression beca incredibly complex for a mont and... he wasn’t in a hurry anymore.
After sitting up in bed, he suddenly started laughing; at first, it was a low chuckle, then it grew more and more open...
Su Xiaong rallied her strength and grabbed his wrinkled shirt, gritted her teeth, and said,
"I’m going to starve to death!"
"Haha, alright, alright, I get it..."
Yin Shixiu responded as he got out of bed.
On the nightstand were two thermal containers, each with a label—one for Su Xiaong, the other for Yin Shixiu.
Beside the cabinet was a cloth bag containing Yin Shixiu’s essentials for changing clothes.
Yin Shixiu raised the bed, poured her a cup of water, and set up the little table.
The food in the thermal container was still quite hot.
He wiped her hands and handed her the chopsticks and spoon, attending to her diligently.
Yin Shixiu sat next to her, serving up the dishes and soup from the thermal container.
Xiao ng drank a large mouthful of porridge from the bowl, feeling as if she had co back to life.
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