Hearing she was going to buy food, Ou Mucen, who indeed felt a bit hungry after the morning’s ordeal, nodded in agreement, "Hmm, something light, please."
Ye Ning agreed, and after making his bed, she went out.
Half an hour later, when she came back carrying the packed porridge and meals, inside the hospital room, the man receiving an IV drip had already fallen asleep.
He must have been very tired, right?
After all, he had been through a lot around noon. As a patient, that could be too much to handle.
Seeing this, she placed the food on the small table, took his mobile phone that had slipped to the side and placed it away, and quietly tidied up the documents at the bedside. Only then did she cover him with a blanket, and sat down beside his bed.
This was probably the first time she observed him from such a close distance, right?
No, that wasn’t right, it should be said that this was the first time since her confession that she had come so close to look at him.
His facial features were truly delicate, not like his father’s. He resembled his mother, Bai Tingfang, quite a lot. And his mother, back in the day in A City, was indeed a famed beauty. It was for that reason that the old gentleman insisted on marrying her despite knowing that her family’s circumstances were average.
The deep contours of his eye sockets, now with him asleep, cast beautiful shadows on his fair complexion thanks to his dense and slightly curled eyelashes, making his features appear even more three-dimensional. His high nose and perfect thin lips were handsome and carried a hint of a devilish charm, as if sculptured by a master artist.
However, the only blemish was that due to his recent injuries, he had lost too much vitality. It made his complexion look a little sickly pale, lacking vitality.
Seeing this, a wave of guilt surged in Ye Ning’s heart. She bowed her head and took his hand that rested quietly beside him into her own...
"Ou Mucen, do you know? Even now, it feels like I’m dreaming. I can’t believe you don’t hold anything against me, and I can’t believe you would accept such a me, Ou Mucen."
Like talking in her sleep, she held his hand and began to slowly reveal the words buried in her heart.
That’s right, she was such a person, reserved, lonely. Her experiences over the years had led her to habitually keep things to herself, silently enduring any burden.
But now, with him asleep, she suddenly wanted to tell him everything in her heart—it wasn’t for any other reason than the fact that only with him asleep could she muster the courage.
"I never thought that one day I would be with you. When your family adopted me, you were like an unattainable sky, and I was the dust buried in the dirt, Ou Mucen. Isn’t fate amazing? In the end, it still brought me to you..."
As she spoke, she suddenly stopped. Perhaps she had thought of something and her expression turned incredibly sad and dim, and even her fingers suddenly felt cold.
The person lying on the bed felt the coldness of the hand wrapping his wrist and was about to open his eyes to see what was happening when at that moment, her voice spoke again, "How wonderful it would have been if I had met you earlier. Meeting you, maybe I wouldn’t have had to pay such a high price, or been forced to have a child so early! Why didn’t you appear sooner?"