Gu Qili didn’t expect Qi Meihui to suddenly wake up, and it was only after a brief moment of shock that she immediately loosened Qi Meihui’s hand, saying somewhat awkwardly, "You’re awake."
The warm sensation that had just been present on her hand suddenly disappeared, and Qi Meihui glanced softly at the spot that had just been held.
She was suddenly reminded of a phrase: "Shake hands to make peace."
At times , not only does the body become fragile, but the heart also starts to soften. Qi Meihui thought about how she had always been confrontational with Gu Qili. She realized that she had done wrong—she had always been unassuming, never flaunting her abilities. Her hostility toward Gu Qili was merely due to jealousy and disdain, further complicated by the relationships with Mu Hewen and Mu Shuoqian, which made it impossible for her to ever take a liking to Gu Qili. The source of thɪs content is novel※fire.net
What she hadn’t expected was for Gu Qili to come and see her—not with schadenfreude or mockery. When Gu Qili held her hand, Qi Meihui could feel that it was a genuine wish from the heart for her to get better.
"I’m sorry," said Qi Meihui suddenly, her eyes welling up with tears, "I was foolish before, I hope you can forgive me."
"Why bring up the past at this time?" Gu Qili showed a relieved smile, "Those things are all in the past, let’s not talk about them anymore."
"Alright, let’s turn the page on the past," replied Qi Meihui with a smile. She had never imagined that she would ever have such a pleasant conversation with Gu Qili.
"How much longer did the doctor say it will take for you to recover?"
Qi Meihui gave a bitter smile: "Although Hewen doesn’t say it, I know that the chances of a cure are slim. Every day I’m muddled through the days, and when the headaches come, I wish I could just bash my head in and end it all."
Hearing her mention Hewen, Gu Qili was somewhat surprised: "You, you don’t hate him anymore?"
"I did hate him when I first woke up; I wished he would just drop dead. But these past days, he’s been taking care of me tirelessly. Look at me now, completely unable to take care of myself. He has been dealing with all my personal hygiene without a single word of complaint. On the contrary, the Qi Family, thinking I’m no longer of any use, stopped coming after visiting me twice; no one from there wants to be associated with me. If it weren’t for Hewen, I don’t think I’d have survived this long," sighed Qi Meihui softly. Having said so much, she was a bit out of breath and paused for a while before continuing: "Just like you said, those things are in the past, there’s no need to bring them up again. He’s treating me very well now, whether it’s out of atonement or a genuine change of heart, either way, I’m content just to see him ."
A woman can be truly happy if the man she deeply loves cherishes her, regardless of his past mistakes, as love ultimately conquers hate. No one is a saint, people inevitably make mistakes, and fortunately, Mu Hewen can be forgiven.
Gu Qili continued to chat with Qi Meihui for a while, but due to her poor health, it wasn’t long before she fell asleep again.
At this time, Mu Shuoqian and Mu Hewen had finished smoking outside and came in.
Mu Hewen saw Qi Meihui’s hand exposed from under the blanket and quickly bent over to gently place her hand back under the cover, then he softly brushed the stray hair from her forehead behind her ear. All of these caring gestures made Gu Qili sincerely happy for Qi Meihui.
After leaving the hospital, Mu Shuoqian and Gu Qili went back to the vineyard together and brought Mu Qinian along.
Running the vineyard had always been Gu Qili’s dream, so Mu Shuoqian planned to help her establish a solid foundation for the vineyard during this period. The family of three settled down in the grapevines.
The villa not far away had been refurbished, and they moved there from the dormitory. Everything felt like a fresh start, and the serenity that came from being away from the city noise was a unique and peaceful experience.
During the day, Mu Shuoqian handled the vineyard’s affairs while Gu Qili watched him work. She knew that he had given up the vast family business in Macau to wholeheartedly take care of her vineyard, and though she felt a bit guilty, she selfishly wanted him to stay by her side. Her intuition told her that she might not have much time left.
To make treatment more convenient for Gu Qili, Mu Shuoqian had a team stay in the villa, sparing her the exhaustion of traveling back and forth.
As the days went by, the grapevines in the vineyard started sprouting fresh, tender buds, and from a distance, it looked as though a thin veil of green mist hung over them.
The grapevines were growing vigorously, but Gu Qili started to lose her hair, initially a strand at a time but now clumps at a time.