Drifting Towards You

At night, Su Jincheng was guarding her in the ward. He was lying on the narrow sofa in the ward. Su Xiangwan tossed and turned but did not feel sleepy.

Su Jincheng said warmly: "Can't sleep?"

"En." Su Xiangwan responded, then opened his eyes and said softly in his direction, "Is the sofa very uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, it's not bad." Su Jincheng got up and turned on the light.

Su Xiangwan's gaze fell on him. He was still wearing the suit during the day, and he didn't know if he would feel restrained.

"Would you like to listen to the story?" Su Jincheng said softly, making Su Xiangwan feel as if he was back when he was young.

At that time, my brother would tell her stories every day, and only after coaxing her to fall asleep, would he go to bed.

"Okay." Su Xiangwan nodded, and moved him to the side to let him sit on the side of the bed, as if he was a child.

Only a small lamp beside the bed was turned on in the room, and Su Xiangwan opened his eyes to listen to his story.

"Cinderella's mother died when she was very young. Later, her father married a woman as her stepmother, and the stepmother brought two older sisters..."

The clear and gentle voice was like gurgling water, which became more and more tranquil in the night.

Su Xiangwan's eyelashes moistened a bit, thinking of those nights when she refused to sleep and quarreled Mu Beiting to tell her stories.

He never understood why she would listen carefully to any boring story, like a child with gusto.

But she never told him that she liked to listen to his voice and liked him to be by her side at night.

He usually talks very little, except when he slaps her up, he cherishes words like gold.

So she wanted to listen to him, and liked him to tell her one story after another.

In those cold and silent nights, he gave her warmth and cared for her carefully.

But now, he was lying on the cold bed alone, smelling the pungent smell of disinfectant, and stabbing his least favorite needle, as if he was planning to sleep forever.

But she can't do anything.

She can do nothing.

As soon as Su Xiangwan closed his eyes, his eyes were full of the moment of the car accident and the moment he pounced on her.

Until now, she still remembers the temperature in his arms, the breath on his body, and... those pungent blood.

She always wondered, if she reacted faster at the time, or if she had protected him, he would not be lying there now.

In the middle of the story, Su Jincheng was not telling it.

Because the girl lying next to him has burst into tears.

"Late night, brother is here." He gently embraced her in his arms.

Su Xiangwan buried his head on his chest, crying more fiercely: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid he won't wake up...I'm afraid he will die, brother...I'm so afraid, I don't want him to die!"

Su Jincheng patted her lightly, as if he was a child: "He will wake up."

"As soon as I closed my eyes, it was all blood. The blood on his body covered me all over, so sticky, it was all his blood..." Su Xiangwan choked up and said.

Su Jincheng held her in his arms and let her vent.

"If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be like this, it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

Tears ran into rivers, wet the placket of his chest.

"He will wake up, everything will be fine later." Su Jincheng patted her shoulder gently, comforting.

Su Xiangwan was still choking, and gradually calmed down, leaning against Su Jincheng's arms.