The medical team rushed up and started the emergency procedures in the ambulance.
Li Shu kept staring at Mo Hai. One of the doctors knocked into her accidentally and she stumbled back into a corner.
The doctors took no notice of her as they prepared the equipment in their last attempt to save him.
She continued to stare at Mo Hai, at the wound from the knife and the blood that was gushing out from it. She stared at the corner of his mouth, that was stained with the red blood he coughed up, and at his body, that kept shaking… until everything was completely still.
She felt as though her heart had been torn apart in a bloody mess.
Clenching her fists tightly, she stared at Mo Hai’s face. He had been throwing up blood and was now in a sorry state.
The paleness of his face made him look a few years younger. In that vague moment, she thought that she was looking at the young Mo Hai from when he first tried to pursue her—the Mo Hai who had fought to make her fall for him as loud and powerfully as he could, as though he was afraid that the world did not know he was pursuing her.
It had been his persistence that had created this tragedy.
She had known from the start that they were incompatible.
She was picky when it came to relationships.
But he was frivolous and flighty.
Who would have thought that after all this time, they would come to where they were today?
Li Shu trembled. At this point, she felt a warm touch on her shoulder.
Taken aback, she looked up. Mo Xicheng was there, looking steadily at her.
Her heart was a void, so his presence put her at ease. She reached out and took his hand as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Mo Xicheng, your dad…”
Upon hearing these words, he shook his head.
Then darkness descended upon her as she passed out.
Mo Xicheng looked at the unconscious Li Shu and sighed.
What sort of sorrow would cause her so much pain? What sort of despair would cause her to be so completely incapable of hiding her pain?
He turned to look at Mo Hai. All his life, this man had been like an enemy to him. Even though Mo Hai had eventually handed the family business over to him, their relationship as father and son had never been fixed.
Because he despised Mo Hai.
He had never looked at the man as a father.
But at that moment, he walked up to the man and looked at him, silently thinking, “Dad, you have to wake up.”
After this thought, an expression of respect came over his face.
No matter if a man failed as a father, or failed in his business, the fact that he would shield the woman he loved from a knife attack was good enough for him to be respected.
Mo Xicheng lowered his gaze and picked Li Shu up. He looked at the doctors trying to rescue Mo Hai in the narrow space of the ambulance.
Soon, the vehicle arrived at the hospital.
The doctors pushed the stretcher along as they dashed to the emergency room.
Half an hour later.
The operating theater’s door swung open. A doctor walked out and shook his head at Mo Xicheng, saying, “Sorry, we tried our best.”
Upon hearing these words, Mo Xicheng, who had been quite sure that he wasn’t too sad, suddenly found himself tearing up. He felt a sharp sting at the top of his nose.
He nodded and then turned around. He walked to the standard wards.
Li Shu was lying on the hospital bed. Her sleep was troubled.
As he was worried that she would be too sad and distraught, Mo Xicheng had requested the doctor to inject her with a stabilizer. He wanted her to have a good sleep before waking up to this cruel reality.
