Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
His hair was slightly tousled and his face was pale.
Qin Zhi’ai hesitated for a moment but then she began rushing toward Gu Yusheng. She was some 15 feet away from him before he realized someone was approaching him.
Gu Yusheng turned his head slightly and looked at Qin Zhi’ai. As their eyes met, she stopped in her tracks.
They stared at each other in silence for what seemed a very long time.
A puzzled Nanny Zhang finally broke the silence. She had been standing in a corner and said, “Young Master, may I ask who this is?”
Gu Yusheng’s eyes fluttered lightly. Straightening his back, he walked toward Qin Zhi’ai.
Seeing him move, Qin Zhi’ai returned to her senses and started to walk toward him, as well. Without waiting for him to speak, she expressed her concern.
“Are you alright?”
Not responding to her question, Gu Yusheng gazed fervently at her chiseled face and, without warning, he extended his arm and grabbed her hand.
Shocked by his abrupt move, Qin Zhi’ai jumped, while Nanny Zhang continued staring oddly at them. On reflex, Qin Zhi’ai tried to pull her hand away. “Master Gu…”
As she said this, she could feel the coolness from his hand that was gripping onto hers, and she realized that it was trembling.
All of a sudden, her remaining words were stuck in her throat, and she could not bring herself to speak any further. She even lost the strength to break free from his grip.
Beneath his calm appearance are such strong waves of panic and loss.
Qin Zhi’ai’s heart softened completely. Ignoring Nanny Zhang’s presence, she grabbed Gu Yusheng’s hand with hers.
His body stiffened upon her small gesture, and he further tightened his grip around her hand.
The pain made her frown, but she said nothing and allowed him to hold onto her. Silently moving in unison toward the wall, they made way for others who were heading toward the ER.
Gu Yusheng and Qin Zhi’ai did not exchange a word and, leaning against the wall next to each other, the fingers of now both of their hands were tightly interlocked.
Despite her bafflement, Nanny Zhang did not say anything.
Silence hung in the air in the corridor.
The words “Operation in Progress” above the emergency room door remained unchanged.
As time slipped by, Qin Zhi’ai could clearly sense the worry and uneasiness in Gu Yusheng’s heart through his hands.
Without talking, she rubbed her fingers softly on his. His face turned to hers upon the touch, and she lifted her head up to shoot him a light smile.
Understanding her intentions and her attempts to comfort him, his furrowed brows eased, and he smoothly and less rigidly caressed her tiny hands within his palms. She knew that he was telling her that he understood her good intentions.
After standing there for a long time, Qin Zhi’ai’s legs started to feel numb. To ease the discomfort, she shifted her legs carefully from time to time. While it was a small movement, Gu Yusheng could still sense it. Lowering his head, he took one look at her before leading her over to a nearby bench to sit down together.
At 3.30 a.m., the doors to the ER finally opened.
Gu Yusheng and Qin Zhi’ai sprang up from the bench in unison and walked toward the ER. As they approached, Old Master Gu, with an oxygen mask over his face, was being wheeled out of the ER by a group of exhausted doctors and nurses.