At that moment, she had her back to the barrel of the gun, turning around only when she heard the shouting, but her eyes didn’t catch the shooter. Instead, she looked towards the person shouting. Then, she was shot in the chest, the severe pain catching her off guard. Lifting her gaze, she could only see the blurred figure not too far away.
If she hadn’t seen wrong, it was definitely Nangong Feifei.
She whispered a few words softly.
The palm of Qun Sijue’s hand tightened, but his face didn’t show any fluctuation of emotion, only a deep pair of dark eyes tenderly staring at her.
After a while, he finally raised his hand and brushed across her slightly pale cheek, "Don’t think about anything. What you need to do now is to properly heal."
She obediently nodded, "Mhm."
He pressed his lips together, revealing a faint smile.
Although he had ’cleaned’ himself up, his exhaustion was unmistakable, and Gu Qiangwei saw it all clearly.
Unable to resist, she raised her hand and touched his somewhat haggard features, still handsome but lacking the usual radiance.
Having known him for so long, she had never seen him look so worn out before. This didn’t seem like him at all.
In her memory, Qin Sijue never seemed worn out because of anything or anyone.
Staring at her, he didn’t respond; instead, he suddenly rose, leaned down, and pressed a deep kiss onto her lips.
"From now on, without my permission, you aren’t allowed to die."
Such imperious arrogance again!
Gu Qiangwei glanced at him, "Whether I die or not isn’t up to me."
"I don’t care, that’s your business!"
He sat down, looking very much like an unreasonable young boy.
Sometimes, Gu Qiangwei found this childish side of his quite cute.
"But even if I promise you now and fail to keep it, isn’t it still an empty promise?"
He looked at her, "The least principle a person should have is to keep one’s word!"
"Before I die, you’re not allowed to die before me!"
"In the end, isn’t it all the same? We’re going to die either way."
"How is it not the same?" She really didn’t understand. Everyone dies, so what difference does it make whether she dies before or after him?
He stared at her but didn’t answer for a long time.
Twice, he thought she had died, and that despair and agony were as if his flesh were being slowly sliced off, unbearable!
Staring at her for a long time, he didn’t answer but suddenly looked away, turning his head to take down the porridge from the table.
"You haven’t answered my question just now." She frowned, still waiting for his response.
"You answer me first, are you hungry?"
He deliberately avoided the topic.
Gu Qiangwei paused a bit, glanced at the thermos in his hand, and got successfully distracted.
Smelling the aroma, she indeed felt a bit hungry.
After all, she had been unconscious for many days and had been unable to eat; even though she was on an IV, she still felt hungry upon waking up.
Qin Sijue took out the porridge and placed another pillow behind her to help her eat more comfortably.
Taking the first sip, she noticed the taste was different from last time.
"It tastes different from last time."
"Of course, this time it was made by the chef, not as tasty as when I make it, right?"
Gu Qiangwei squinted, watching him suddenly show off.
"No, this time it’s tastier."