Wen Jiao’s tears fell gently with Shen Zhaoli’s words. Her voice became hoarse, and she spoke softly, "I’m afraid of selfless people, I’m afraid of parting in the name of love. Shen Zhaoli, I’m not an accomplished person. Even if I’m truly at a dead end, I feel that I should stay with the person I love most. Even if we hold each other back, we should stay together." Shen Zhaoli held Wen Jiao, feeling her body heat, his tone more like a promise, "I promise, we’ll burden each other for a lifetime." Wen Jiao’s heart swelled with an ineffable warmth spreading through her chest. She lifted her face, hooked her arms around Shen Zhaoli’s neck, and kissed him lightly. Follow current novels on NoveI[F]ire.net "Shen Zhaoli." Wen Jiao said, "I can do it." Shen Zhaoli’s reasoning was stirred up and lost control due to the kiss, a vein throbbing on his forehead, he hoarsely said, "Aren’t you nervous today?" Wen Jiao turned over, sitting on top of Shen Zhaoli. The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear, seeping in through the gaps in the curtains. Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao sitting on him, slender and supple, her body’s curves tempting. She raised her hand, tidied her disheveled hair, then took Shen Zhaoli’s hands and pressed them above his head. She said, "Let me take control, and I won’t be afraid." In this world, every day many things happen, relationships between people are as thin as paper, but loving someone can be fervent and impassioned. Shen Zhaoli allowed Wen Jiao to lean close to him, and he thought, how fortunate he was, that he hadn’t ended up living like an isolated island... During Wen Jiao and Bian Yue’s afternoon tea time, Bian Yue discovered the love bites on Wen Jiao’s neck. Bian Yue’s smile was ambiguous, saying, "Your progress bar has finally moved forward." "It has been a bit slow." Wen Jiao stunned, following Bian Yue’s gaze and understanding her meaningful tone, then smiled and said, "After all, the beginning of our relationship was indeed too rushed." "That’s good, some things aren’t meant to be rushed. Jiaojiao, I was always worried that you and Zhaoli would divorce." Wen Jiao, holding her coffee, paused in surprise, looking at Bian Yue, "Yueyue, why would you think that?" "You two have been living apart for years, hardly speaking a few words to each other. To many people, it’s no different from a cold war." Bian Yue said, "It’s just that I know both of you are just stubborn and are still adjusting." Wen Jiao sipped her coffee, whispered, "No wonder my dad has been earnestly persuading me not to divorce for the past two years." Bian Yue laughed and said, "Uncle Wen truly worries a lot." Wen Jiao lowered her eyes, her gaze revealing sadness, "I’m not a good daughter, I always make him worry." Bian Yue saw Wen Jiao’s expression and knew she was upset, quickly patted her shoulder to comfort her, "Don’t be sad... I was just teasing earlier, you be assured, as long as you’re happy now, all of Uncle’s worries will turn into happiness." Wen Jiao mentioned Wen Yongwei with a bitter smile and said, "Bian Yue, sometimes I’m really afraid, afraid that my father might one day no longer be with me." Wen Yongwei’s life was already hanging by the best medical resources and care, but in the face of death, there’s nothing to be done. Even with all the power and influence, it remains so. Bian Yue understood Wen Jiao’s pain, a kind of pain that no one else could share. All Bian Yue could do was talk about happy things, "Uncle was in a really good mood when he left my place, I think maybe his health is turning for the better?" Wen Jiao nodded, her expression softening slightly, "I hope so." But the moment the words were out of her mouth, Wen Jiao’s cellphone rang. Wen Jiao looked at the caller ID, it was Wen Yongwei’s private doctor. Wen Jiao answered the call, "Dr. Xu, what’s the matter?" Whatever Dr. Xu on the other end of the line said caused the previously composed Wen Jiao’s face to change dramatically as she stood up abruptly. She didn’t have time to explain to Bian Yue and rushed out immediately. Watching Wen Jiao’s panicked expression, Bian Yue felt a sudden alarm, and she quickly dialed Shen Jinci’s number. "Jinci! Is something wrong with Wen Jiao’s dad? We were just having coffee, and she suddenly ran off!" On the other end, Shen Jinci’s voice was deep, "Yueyue, Uncle Wen’s condition has taken a sharp turn for the worse, he’s still in the operating room right now, Zhaoli and I are on our way to the hospital." At such a moment, listening to this, some dark memories also surfaced in Bian Yue’s mind. Her complexion turned pale, she steadied herself and then said, "I’m coming right over!" City Center Hospital. The operating room lights had been on for a full seven hours. Outside, Wen Jiao was sitting with tears streaming down her face, with Shen Zhaoli and Bian Yue sitting beside her, both silently gazing at her. "Jiaojiao..." Shen Zhaoli gently patted Wen Jiao’s shoulder, "The surgery might take a long time to finish. Let’s eat something first, is that okay?" Wen Jiao dully shook her head, her tears streaming out uncontrollably, "I can’t eat, I don’t want to eat anything." "We still need to eat something, you can’t neglect your own health. Otherwise, how will you care for him when dad wakes up?" Shen Zhaoli said patiently, "We need to keep our energy up, right?" Bian Yue echoed, "Yes, Jinci has brought some food over, let’s just eat something." Wen Jiao finally relented. She lowered her eyes and, looking at the cake Shen Zhaoli placed in front of her, took it expressionlessly and ate slowly, bite by bite. The cake was clearly sweet, but Wen Jiao couldn’t taste anything at this moment. Eating without taste, her swallowing was labored. "Jiaojiao... take your time eating," Bian Yue said compassionately, her eyes reddening, "Do you want to drink something?" Wen Jiao shook her head, "Yue Yue, I’m not thirsty." Shen Jinci came over from not far away, holding Wen Yongwei’s medical records and biochemical test reports in his hands. "We’ve already discussed everything we should. At the moment, the doctors suggest that it’s better for him to recuperate at home if the surgery goes smoothly." Bian Yue was taken aback, looking at Wen Jiao with even greater concern. The cake in Wen Jiao’s hands fell to the ground as she suddenly looked up, stood up, her tearful eyes blurry with grievances. Her eyes were bloodshot, her voice trembling to the extreme, "What do you mean recuperate! I want the best medicine! I want the best doctors! I want my dad to live! To live safely and soundly!" "Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao..." Shen Zhaoli embraced her, repeatedly trying to soothe her, "Calm down first." Shen Jinci’s expression was subdued, he said, "If we already know there’s no chance of recovery, continuing to persist will only bring more pain to ourselves and our loved ones. Wen Jiao, your father isn’t facing Ghost Gate for the first time, you know very well how many painful treatments he’s been through over the years. Your father is a proud man, what’s the point in letting him live without dignity?"