Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Seeing that she wasn't looking at him, Zhu Qingsi waved his hand in front of her. Her empty eyes didn't change at all. He knelt on the ground, reached out to touch her hand, then pulled it back, "Sister Yisha..."

She couldn't see anymore.

Qiao Yisha raised her hand, and Zhu Qingsi quickly grabbed it, tears streaming down her face: "I'm here, Sister Yisha."

"Don't cry."

"Sister Yisha, I feel bad. Why did you suddenly become like this? Why don't you go to the hospital for treatment..."

Qiao Yisha shook her head: "It can't be cured."

"Why on earth is this happening, why is this happening..." Zhu Qingsi shed tears, "How come you're already sick before I even get to your side to protect you..."

"Asi, don't miss me. Even if I live again, you and I can only be friends. Go find your own happiness."

Zhu Qingsi clenched his fists, afraid that he would cry out, "Even if, if, I say if, without the young master, you still wouldn't like me?"

Nangong Xianyue, who was not far away, looked cold when he heard this.

"will not."

Zhu Qingsi nodded, "It's okay, I don't care anymore. I don't expect you to like me. If you can survive, anything is fine. I only expect you to survive now."

"I also want to continue living, living in Fels Garden, riding horses, taking walks, fishing, carrying out missions with my partners in the Wangyue Group, quarreling with Awu, attending the wedding of Bai Qinghe and Moti, and there are still many things I haven't done...but..." She smiled bitterly.

Zhu Qingsi felt a sharp pain in his heart as he listened to her words. Why did God treat Qiao Yisha like this...

"...Go back and don't come here again." She let go of Zhu Qingsi's hand and said.

"No... Sister Isa, can you let me come and see you? Even from the window. Please don't ignore me, please..." Zhu Qingsi lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

"Go away." Qiaosha closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Qiu Yi walked up to Zhu Qingsi and helped him stand up, then took his arm and led him out. Zhu Qingsi's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked back every few steps as he was reluctant to leave.

Nangong Xianyue walked over and took out a wet towel to wipe her hands all over, saying in a resentful tone: "I asked you to talk to him, how could you hold his hand, and in front of me."

"This is called a handshake, not holding hands."

Nangong Xianyue held her hand tightly and kissed the back of her hand carefully: "Only I can touch Madam's hand."

"Are you very tired recently, Nangong Xianyue?" Qiao Yisha asked.

In the past few months, she couldn't see, so Nangong Xianyue had to do all her daily life by herself, including eating, changing clothes, washing and going to the bathroom. He worked hard without complaint and never said a word.

"I'm not tired. If possible, I would like to take care of you like this for the rest of my life." He said gently.

-

These days, words like giant eagle have been circulating in Firth Garden. The servants said that the giant eagle often hovered over the main castle area and occasionally landed on the living room window where Qiao Yisha and Nangong Xianyue were. Qiu Yi naturally heard it too. He walked to Nangong Xianyue and said, "Master, should we drive away the eagle?"

Nangong Xianyue looked at the eagle outside the window. Its feathers were black, but the tips were shining with gold. They were exactly the same as the feathers on Qiao Yisha's friend. She said calmly, "Don't worry about it."

-

The Long family sent an invitation to the wedding of Ning Wanrou and Long Junshen. That day, the first snow fell in District A of Dongzhou, and the entire city was covered in white, including the Falls Garden.

"That's great," Joysa smiled, "It's a pity that I can't attend, so you can't go either."

"What's so good about a wedding? We will have our own in the future." Nangong Xianyue said in a low voice while holding her hand.

They sat in front of the window frame of the small hall on the first floor, sinking into the soft sofa, covered with a thin blanket, and the fire in the fireplace behind them was crackling.

Snow fluttered down outside the window, gently covering every inch of land. The Falls Garden turned into a dream castle wrapped in silver. The ancient trees were covered with snow, and the branches were slightly bent. From time to time, the accumulated snow slid down, making crisp sounds.

"Isn't it beautiful when it snows in Fors?" Joysa asked, feeling the faint white light in front of her eyes.

"Yes, it's very beautiful." He replied while looking at the white snow outside the window.

Nangong Xianyue looked kind and gentle in a black home suit, with a red scarf around her neck that Qiao Yisha had not had time to finish knitting. She wanted Hua Ting to continue knitting, but Nangong Xianyue refused no matter what. She reluctantly let Hua Ting finish it, and he wore this short scarf through the winter.

Sitting here, Joysa's breathing seemed to become smoother and her head was not so dizzy. She did not feel happy, she knew it was the last bit of her life.

She leaned in Nangong Xianyue's arms and said softly: "Nangong Xianyue, you have to live a good life after I'm gone."

"Don't say that, Isa." His voice was trembling. He had been so nervous recently that he didn't even dare to close his eyes. When he was sleeping, he would wake up immediately if there was any movement around him, for fear that as soon as he opened his eyes, she would...

Qiao Yisha reached out and stroked his face. The angle of his jaw was sharp and clear in her palm, and his chin was much more pointed. "You've lost weight. You're almost thinner than me."

Nangong Xianyue hugged her tightly, looked at her empty amber eyes and shook his head: "I'm not thin, and you're not thin either. You're still beautiful, not thin at all."

"I've made you so tired, and I feel bad."

"I'm not tired. I want to be with you like this for the rest of my life. No - I'm willing to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you." His voice was slightly choked, as if he had a premonition of something.

"I love you too. Knowing you is the happiest thing in my life."

"Me too... Me too, Isa..."

"Nangong Xianyue, can you sing?" she asked in a low voice.

"Little Issa wants to hear me sing?"

"think."

"Okay, I'll sing for you."

Nangong Xianyue's voice was deep and magnetic as she began to sing a soft tune. Along with the sound of the burning fireplace behind her, the tune sounded solemn and gentle.

Joysa's heart gradually calmed down, as if she was on a soft cloud.

She spoke softly, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Nangong Xianyue, never come to see me again."

As he finished speaking, his eyes closed forever as he listened to his lover's singing.

Nangong Xianyue hugged Qiao Yisha tightly, the singing continued, her eyes were full of grief and reluctance, tears flowed silently from her eye sockets, dripping on Qiao Yisha's cheeks, intertwining with her tear marks.

Joysha in his arms looked as pale as paper, but she exuded calmness and serenity. All her pains had finally left her.

He bent down and kissed Joysa's forehead, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, I will always be with you." His voice was full of endless love and attachment, but his heart was heartbroken. He hugged Joysa's body tightly, as if she was still alive, his heart full of despair and sorrow.