Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 153 The Scorching Sun (52 pages)

Gu Yao regained consciousness on a bright and sunny morning.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window into the ward, making Gu Yao's eyes sting.

But there's no denying that today is a beautiful day.

He wanted to raise his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, but the soreness in his arm prevented him from moving.

My entire hand is no longer under my brain's control.

Qi Xuan lay on the edge of the bed, her hand still tightly gripping her own, as if afraid she would run away.

Even in his sleep, his handsome face was furrowed, indicating that he was not sleeping soundly.

The sunlight shone on his face, giving it a soft glow, and a smile unconsciously crept onto Gu Yao's lips.

You've found me.

Qi Xuan, who was not sound asleep to begin with, slowly opened his eyes at Gu Yao's gentle movements, his gaze meeting the boy's focused eyes.

Meeting the boy's brown eyes, Qi Xuan seemed incredulous, gripping the boy's hand even tighter, her voice as soft as a feather.

They were afraid that if they made a loud noise, the boy would turn into droplets and dissipate in the sunlight.

“Ah Yao,…”

Hearing the young man's choked voice and seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the stubble around his beard, Gu Yao sighed inwardly.

He only responded with a soft sound.

The boy's deep, hoarse voice sounded like heavenly music to Qi Xuan, and his simple response almost brought him to tears.

He wanted to reach out and hug the boy, but he was afraid that he might be too rough and touch the boy's wound, causing him unnecessary pain.

Seeing the young man's eyes quickly turn red, Gu Yao sighed slightly, moved his fingers, and wanted to hold Qi Xuan's hand back.

However, this one slight movement had already exhausted all his strength.

It's not only sore and weak, but also very painful.

Seeing the boy's brows suddenly furrow, Qi Xuan quickly got up and helped him up.

After talking with the doctor, he recalled the doctor's assessment: "The patient is likely suffering from severe depression. The main reason he was saved this time is that he has the will to live. The fact that he is still willing to communicate with people is already the best-case scenario. The family should actively encourage the patient to cooperate with the treatment, because mental illness is more difficult to cure than physical illness."

He should have realized that, for the boy, his mother was the closest person to him.

How can you be okay when a loved one suddenly passes away?

Thinking back on the past year, I realized that I haven't spent much quality time with Gu Yao in a long time.

The last time I worked until the early hours of the morning and returned to my apartment, I just wanted to catch a glimpse of Gu Yao.

However, the boy was only covered with a thin blanket and was curled up in the corner of the sofa, fast asleep. As soon as he heard the door open, he ran towards him.

He should have known long ago the extreme unease and panic beneath the boy's feigned strength.

But what is he doing?

He left his Ah Yao alone in the empty apartment.

He refused every phone call from Ah Yao, which might have taken all his courage to ask if he was coming home.

They left A-Yao, whose loved one had just passed away, alone in the apartment.

I haven't been back for so many days.

What on earth is he doing?

That year, the boy faced his family's deteriorating health alone, taking care of his mother while also dealing with his lover's indifference.

There's nowhere to vent the pressure.

The sensible boy occasionally seeks some comfort, but waits in vain for his lover's response.

Disappointment after disappointment.

This made him even more silent.

The boy, who suffered a tragedy at a young age, is so sensible that it breaks your heart.

Seeing his lover's tired face, he would ignore his own depressed mood and choose to show a positive and gentle side.

Not wanting to burden others.

But how could his A Yao be a burden?

He should have cherished her dearly...

If I break my promise tonight, or go home later, will I never see A-Yao again?

Qi Xuan's heart began to pound wildly at the thought of this possibility, and his hands and feet turned uncontrollably cold.

He gripped the boy's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The person on the bed should have felt the force of pain, but seemed completely oblivious and calm.

The boy quietly watched the sunlight outside the window, which fell on his face, giving it a holy glow.

A warm hue settled on his pale, handsome face.

But those eyes, which should have been bright, were dull and lifeless, filled with a heavy sense of twilight.

Like an old man nearing the end of his life, facing death with an eerie yet serene calm.

Her pale skin was almost transparent in the sunlight, like a bubble that would burst at the slightest touch.

It is the ultimate in fragility and dreamlike quality.

Qi Xuan took Gu Yao's hand, her voice slightly choked, but she still smiled and said, "A Yao, do you want to go out and get some sun? Then get well soon, and once you've recovered, we'll go on a trip to Yunnan."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yao's eyes flickered slightly. He turned to look at Qi Xuan, a familiar soothing smile curving his lips, his voice rough and hoarse from dehydration.

"Brother Xuan, I'm fine."

Qi Xuan looked at the curve of the boy's lips, as if he had practiced it countless times.

Why is there no joy in her eyes when she's smiling so gently?

You don't have to smile if you're unhappy.

Fool.

How can you be so stupid?

Gu Yao watched as Qi Xuan's usually dark eyes welled up with tears, which quickly condensed into droplets that rolled down her cheeks and landed on the back of her hand.

Tears slid down the back of her hand and onto the pure white hospital sheets, leaving a dark stain.

The tears were slightly cool, causing Gu Yao to involuntarily curl his fingers.

He didn't know what he had done wrong.

Why did Qi Xuan cry?

he does not know.

He felt helpless.

"Brother Xuan, I'm fine, really fine, it doesn't hurt."

All he knew was that this was the most important person to him.

He didn't want Qi Xuan to be sad.

As he spoke, Gu Yao seemed to genuinely feel no pain, and frowned as he tried to pull out his bandaged hand to prove his health.

Qi Xuan felt the struggling force in his palm. It wasn't very strong, it could even be described as weak, but it carried a frightening stubbornness.

Startled, he quickly grabbed the boy's hand and restrained the battered hand.

Gu Yao looked at Qi Xuan with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand what Qi Xuan was doing.

Qi Xuan carefully examined the person in front of him and said earnestly, "A Yao, let's go to Yunnan in the spring, okay?"

The boy seemed a little slow to react. Looking at Qi Xuan's sincere and earnest face, he pondered for a while and then firmly shook his head.

Qi Xuan was surprised to be rejected by the boy. He looked at Gu Yao with a gentle expression on his face.

"Why doesn't A-Yao want to go anymore? Didn't you want to go before?"

Gu Yao gently withdrew his hand, the wound was pulled a little, bringing a pain that made him frown.

"You're too busy. Let's go after Xuan-ge is done. I don't want to bother you."

The boy's tone was calm and gentle, without a trace of disappointment.

Perhaps it's not that there isn't any, it's just that I've accumulated enough disappointment.

I became numb.

He didn't know when his lover would finish his work; he only knew he couldn't add to his already exhausted partner's burden.

Even if spring's beauty has been buried by disappointment, and the soul has been swallowed by darkness.

Even the gentlest young man will only choose to wallow in self-destruction and sacrifice.

I don't want others to be tainted by even a trace of darkness.

Even though she was the lover he was supposed to confide in.