Li Shu’s mind went blank.
She stared at the man in front of her as the deep red blood spread on the fabric, across his chest. He fell on the ground, his pupils dilated.
She felt a sharp pain in her chest as though it was being squeezed.
She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what she should do.
She knelt on the ground next to him, her hand clutching his chest, as if trying to push all that blood back in.
If only that would happen. If only the blood would stop gushing out, then the man had a chance of living.
She shouted a few words and tried to continue talking, but found that she was choking.
Her eyes were starting to burn as tears rolled down her face.
She felt like there was an invisible hand strangling her and she couldn’t speak.
At this point, someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and saw Mo Xicheng, standing behind her with a grave expression. His eyes were clouded over as he looked at the body on the ground. He said steadily, “Mom, here, let me.”
The ambulance arrived very shortly and, five minutes later, Mo Hai was carried onto the vehicle.
Greatly concerned, Li Shu followed inside.
Her gaze was fixed on Mo Hai as her tears flowed.
She looked at the man and said, “Mo Hai, you must not die. Wake up, open your eyes.”
She shouted and then, burying her face in her hands, started to cry.
She had thought that she no longer loved that man.
She had thought she would finally be able to make a clean cut and not have anything to do with him anymore.
She had thought…
But that was just what she had thought right up till this moment.
Now she realized that, all this time, she had been deeply suppressing her love for him.
Otherwise, after so many years of traveling around alone, she would have fallen in love with another man.
Her heart had not fallen out of love during their marriage. On the contrary, her heart had always been with this man.
She looked at the man on the stretcher and found herself reaching for his hand, crying. “Mo Hai, wake up. I’m not allowing you to die, you know?! Can you hear me? Open your eyes! You owe us, mother and son, a lot of many things and you have to pay up. You can’t just die like this! Mo Hai, open your eyes! Can you hear me? Mo Hai!!”
She cried like she was a lost child, and her only wish was for the person she cared about to wake up.
But that knife plunged into Mo Hai’s chest looked too big and too painful.
As she was crying, Mo Hai suddenly gripped her hand in response.
Taken aback, she raised her head and saw that pair of eyes on Mo Hai’s pale face opening slowly.
She stared at him with her bloodshot eyes. The moment she saw that he had come to, she cried out, “Mo Hai, you’re awake! Nothing must happen to you, I’m not allowing anything to happen to you, you hear me? Didn’t you say it? That you’d listen to me all your life, so I’m telling you now, I want you alive, alive!”
Even if they couldn’t be together, she wanted him to be alive.
As long as he was alive, that was enough for her.
But now…
Mo Hai held her hand tightly, his deep eyes staring back at her were filled with tenderness and lingering sentiments. He suddenly said, “Li Shu, I’m sorry.”
