*
Fu Jiunian opened his eyes again.
He was lying in the white ward next to the sickbed. He saw the extremely haggard parents of the Zong family.
Mama Zong looked at him and wanted to say something. She wanted to smile at Fu Jiunian, but her eyes turned red as soon as she opened her mouth.
She turned around and lay on Papa Zong's shoulder, crying softly.
Fu Jiunian looked at them. He supported himself and slowly sat up from the sickbed.
"Where's Ah Li? Fu Jiunian asked hoarsely as he looked at them.
His throat was very dry, and his throat was very painful. He choked on water, causing his windpipe to lose its sound, and his throat was still burning when he spoke.
But his words were very soft, as if he had hit some acupoint. Mama Zong's sobbing stopped abruptly.
She wiped her tears and got up from Papa Zong's shoulder. Her eyes were red, and she forced a smile at Fu Jiunian.
"Ah Li...left."
"She...left before she could be saved."
Left...
Fu Jiunian's body shook, and his ears buzzed. His vision went black.
"Impossible! Impossible! When she was in the sea, she was still breathing. I can still feel her heartbeat."
As he murmured, Fu Jiunian suddenly stared at Mama Zong.
He looked at her, eager to hear from her mouth that she was lying to him!
Zong Li, she actually came with so many people to lie to him.
She just wanted to see him make a fool of himself, so she made up such a big lie.
When he really believed her, she would definitely come out again and laugh at him viciously!
Zong Li was lying to him, right?
Lying to him...
Mama Zong held back her tears. "Let's face reality. Nine years ago, when we rescued you, Ah Li was already out of breath."
But Fu Jiunian acted as if he didn't hear her. He continued to stare at Mama Zong, and a layer of dry skin appeared on his pale lips. He stubbornly asked.
"Mom, it's impossible. You are all lying to me! Ah Li can't be dead."
Yesterday, she was still leaning in his arms, asking Fu Jiunian if he wanted a child that belonged to them?
The day before yesterday, she had asked him what he wanted if his project won?
...
Before that, they had traveled all over the islands of the Maldives, watching seagulls, sunrises, and sunsets.
She had promised him that she would spend the rest of her life with him. In the next life, she would still want to be husband and wife.
Oh no, she didn't promise him.
His pale lips curved into a self-mocking smile. Fu Jiunian felt bitter all over.
That day, when he had made an agreement with her, she had kissed him. After that, there was no follow-up.
Why did she plan everything out, but leave him out of the plan?
Zong Li, Zong Li! She was such a heartless woman!
Papa Zong: "Jiunian, do you want to see Ah Li for the last time?"
Looking at Fu Jiunian and seeing how devastated he was, Papa Zong couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Where?" Fu Jiunian's eyes suddenly lit up.
*
He went to see Zong Li for the last time.
Lying quietly on the hospital bed, she was still wearing a lot of cardiopulmonary resuscitation tubes, but they were all useless.
She was still lying there with her eyes closed. Her hair was black, and her skin was pale. She looked like she was asleep.
Fu Jiunian staggered over.
He caressed her cold cheek and kissed her cold lips.
He kept calling out to her ear.
Tears flowed down his cheeks, soaking the woman's face one by one.
Fu Jiunian buried his face in the woman's neck. Her fair neck was ice-cold, as cold as when they sank into the sea.