Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Lu Dangui’s hand was tightly gripped by the person on the hospital bed, rendering him unable to move.
He raised his other hand, intending to press the call button by the bedside to summon Xing Cheng’s attending physician, but stopped halfway through.
A drop of warm liquid landed on the back of his hand.
Tears slid down between their fingers and into their clasped hands.
Staring at the white wall directly in front of him, Xing Cheng’s eyes lost focus.
His expression was calm and composed, showing no trace of sadness, but there were tear tracks in the corners of his eyes.
It’s said that men don’t easily shed tears. Lu Dangui raised his younger sister from childhood, enduring countless hardships over the past decade. Whenever he faced difficulties, he always gritted his teeth and persevered, never letting himself shed a single tear.
He used to think that boys who cried a lot were weak. Until he saw Xing Cheng’s tears.
Tears were not the intention of those with alexithymia; they were a punishment imposed on them by their bodies.
They tried to convey their grief to the outside world, but their emotions were firmly imprisoned inside his body.
Unable to express their inner feelings, their hearts ached terribly but they were powerless to speak. They possessed eyes that could speak volumes, yet they could not open the door to their hearts, to step out and connect with the outside world.
The heart pounded, trying to break free of its restraints. The cerebral cortex sensed the emotions the body’s owner could not express, causing him to shed physiological tears.
He knew how heartbroken Xing Cheng was.
His eyes were filled with a bewildered moisture, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red. Tears silently slid down Xing Cheng’s face, wetting the back of his hands.
True beauty lay in the bone structure, not just the skin.
Seeing Xing Cheng like this, Lu Dangui was momentarily lost in thought.
He remembered Xing Cheng singing on stage for the last time, the image on Chen Queyue’s phone screen.
Human joys and sorrows are not shared. This person rarely experiences happiness and sadness, yet he once teared up in front of tens of thousands of fans.
….
A piercing siren blared in his ears, and Xing Cheng snapped out of his daze, finding himself standing in the center of the control room.
Behind them was the emergency exit of the control room; the corridor was filled with smoke, and the road ahead was almost completely blocked.
He was only a few meters away from the emergency exit, but suddenly turned around and rushed back to the main entrance he had come from.
The fire did not continue to spread outwards, and he still had a chance to rescue the girl.
Feeling his way along the wall and through the dimly lit corridor, he could vaguely make out the girl’s figure amidst the dust and smoke.
It’s getting closer.
Just a little bit more, if only he got a tiny bit closer—
A dusty hand came into view, its ten fingers drooping limply on the steps, yet still trembling slightly.
The girl was still alive.
Just then, he heard a dull sound coming from above.
The large light hanging from the ceiling swayed a few times in mid-air, then suddenly began to fall vertically downwards!
He was only slightly distracted and didn’t have time to dodge.
A sharp, excruciating pain shot through his spine as the chandelier fell and struck him squarely in the back.
With his vision obscured by sticky blood, Xing Cheng struggled to get up from the ground.
Through the swirling dust, he opened his mouth, wanting to speak to the girl who was also lying on the ground, but found that he couldn’t make a sound.
Xing Cheng suddenly realized something when his ears started to hurt terribly and he heard a buzzing sound.
It wasn’t that he didn’t speak; it’s that he couldn’t hear.
Using his elbows to support his injured body, he gritted his teeth and continued crawling forward.
The girl was nearby; the fire hadn’t yet spread through the corridor, so she still had a chance to survive.
As he drew closer to the passageway, he felt his vision blurring, but he slowly reached out his hand and hoarsely spoke to the person so close to him: “You…give me your hand.”
No one spoke in the dimly lit corridor, except for the crackling sound of flames in the distance.
The man on the ground finally couldn’t hold on any longer. He slowly lowered his head and fell silent.
A commotion arose at the end of the corridor, and the door was forcibly broken open from the outside. A group of people dressed in orange-yellow clothes appeared in a far distance, carrying rescue equipment.
The stadium lights shone through the cracks in the door into the dimly lit corridor. The pale hand remained outstretched, less than a meter away from the little girl trapped against the wall.
….
His gaze suddenly sharpened, and a mournful sob escaped Xing Cheng’s throat.
“Fire…” He raised his lifeless eyes and began to mutter repeatedly, “The fire truck is here, save people, quick—”
Seeing the panicked look in the person’s eyes, Lu Dangui lowered his hand.
In the end, he didn’t press the bell by the hospital bed to call the people outside.
With his hand tightly gripped by the person in front of him, Lu Dangui stood frozen by the bed for a moment before softly asking, “…Save whom?”
Xing Cheng was on high alert, and he deliberately slowed his voice to avoid startling the man.
Once he got Xing Cheng to open up about his feelings, he’ll know how to address the problem effectively.
He reasonably suspected that this incident was one of Xing Cheng’s inner demons and the root cause of the recent deterioration of his condition.
Xing Cheng remained silent, as if Lu Dangui’s question had completely touched upon a blind spot in his memory.
“Save……”
After a while, Lu Dangui saw Xing Cheng raise his dazed eyes and stare intently at him.
“Save that girl…” Xing Cheng said, “She’s about to die.”
Xing Cheng’s eyes were filled with pain. He gripped the hand of the person in front of him tightly, as if he had grasped a lifeline.
His head was throbbing with a tearing pain, as if it was about to explode.
He was in so much pain that he bent over and curled up into a ball, when suddenly he felt himself fall into a warm embrace.
After hesitating in mid-air for a long time, a hand gently touched Xing Cheng’s trembling back.
With warm tears gradually soaking half of his shoulder, Lu Dangui stood silently in front of the hospital bed.
He remained stiff, letting the man in front of him lower his head and lean on his shoulder.
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