Rushing quickly to the hospital. Upon arrival, Gu Zixuan wasn’t sure what kind of feelings she had as she pushed open the door. But, the moment she opened the door, looking at He Qimo in the intensive care unit, her eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, He Qimo was already awake, beside him, the doctor lectured Liang Xi, "How are you taking care of him? I told you he couldn’t drink alcohol, and yet he drank until he had a gastric hemorrhage! I’m telling you, your president is already on the extreme edge, one step away from stomach cancer! He’s young, but this isn’t the way to torment himself!" Liang Xi didn’t dare to argue, resignedly nodding again and again. With a trace of inexpressible bitterness, he looked at the president, then at the doctor, unable to reply. Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes trembled lightly. Looking at the already awakened He Qimo, her eyes couldn’t help but redden. The doctor also noticed Gu Zixuan and frowned, "Family member? The intensive care unit only allows one person to visit at most." At that moment, without waiting for Gu Zixuan to speak. Liang Xi quickly said, "I’ll leave, I’ll leave, I’ll go check the next treatment precautions." Seeing Liang Xi voluntarily giving up his spot, the doctor glanced at Mr. He, who vomited blood last night and wouldn’t let any family member stay by his side. Noticing no objection from him, he said nothing and nodded. Hands in his lab coat pockets, he said, "Fifteen minutes per visit, the patient needs rest, avoid emotional agitation." In the intensive care unit, only Gu Zixuan and He Qimo were left. The TV on the wall flashed images of Wulaala, but almost no sound. The room, white and filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Gu Zixuan trembled as she breathed, quietly watching He Qimo. He Qimo turned his head away, not wanting to look at her. A slight pause, uncertain if it’s stubbornness, a dead heart, or bleakness, through the oxygen mask, he coldly mocked, "If you’re here to laugh at me, you can leave." Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled, paused, then slowly walked to his bedside. She looked at the examination results left on the table and reached out to view them. Unexpectedly, He Qimo, with a hand inserted with a drip, flipped it closed. As she reached out, Gu Zixuan noticed, after not seeing him for two months, the already thin He Qimo’s fingers now seemed to be nothing but bones. Tears finally fell uncontrollably, she grabbed He Qimo’s hand tightly. He Qimo struggled but didn’t break free. Gu Zixuan rubbed his palm, feeling the roughness that made her heart ache. Red eyes, silent and mute, just like the most frequent portrayal in their eight-year marriage. A pause, Gu Zixuan choked up, "Why have you never told me you were this ill?" "Would telling you make a difference?" He Qimo laughed bleakly, "Do you think I’m getting what I deserve? Or that you see me as Feng Chengjin and therefore pity me as you loved him?" Halfway through the sentence, facing Gu Zixuan who suddenly hugged his waist, leaning her head into his chest, his body stiffened. Wanting to refuse, unexpectedly Gu Zixuan hugged tighter. Such tightness made his eyes red instantly. A slight pause, he said, "Why bother?" Gu Zixuan hugged the man whose frame was already split due to thinness, tears flowed even more. "Do you not understand why bother? Qi Mo, I know now the one I’m hugging is just you." He Qimo’s heartstrings were touched, in an instant, unable to restrain any of the moisture. Mixed with what couldn’t be waited for in eight years, yet after divorce, seeing her wear another man’s engagement ring, it came... Even though, he knew it no longer concerned love. Turning her head slightly, letting that suspicious glimmer of water quickly roll onto the pillow and be absorbed. He remained silent for a very long time. Only after a long pause... Did he slowly say, "Zixuan, do you know? I once thought, there are some things I would never have again in this lifetime." His attitude of despair, coupled with an ethereal voice, reminded Gu Zixuan of what Liang Xi said over the phone, and her eyes reddened even more as she sniffled and said, "Don’t be , Qi Mo, no matter when, people should live well. Life is your own, whether it’s physical or mental, don’t torture yourself..." Yet this provoked an even more sarcastic smile on He Qimo’s lips, "But in my current state, is there anything more bearable than torturing myself while alive?" Gu Zixuan was speechless, unable to respond. He Qimo laughed even more bitterly, his sarcasm reaching an extreme, "Lover, lover, is already gone. Sister, sister, is now, even my meddlesome mother..." He Qimo paused, letting out a light, mocking laugh, shaking his head, "Forget it. After all, half of my life has been , and we’ve divorced too. Without me interfering, you and he are doing well now. I don’t even know if I’ll live longer than them, just let them be..." His tone was self-deprecating and hopeless. To Gu Zixuan’s heart, it was like digging open painfully raw wounds. Especially given the earlier call, where the usually reticent Liang Xi couldn’t help but tell her everything He Qimo had done behind her back over the years. Liang Xi’s voice was choked with emotion, "Ma’am, some words the boss has always forbidden me to say because he felt that some things he hadn’t accomplished to your satisfaction, so he wasn’t qualified to speak. But ma’am, he really tried hard, and you have no idea how much he did for you behind the scenes." "He couldn’t move past his own barriers, but he still repeatedly heard that you weren’t happy at home, so no matter how busy he was, he’d drop everything to go back. In person, you thought he didn’t trust you and was scolding you over his mother and sister. But he knew all too well the kind of people they are, and his protection of you would only provoke even crazier revenge and hostility from them. So, he endured those small grievances harder than you, watching you suffer silently and then secretly calling your senior classmates, transferring money, asking them to take you out to have fun and unwind, finding things you liked in every possible way and having friends abroad send them to you." Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled, because understanding this past relationship with friends made her feel even more aggrieved in comparison with marriage... "He wanted so much to tell you the real situation, but in the face of your anger and grievance, he could only keep silent. Also, do you know how he ruined his health by drinking? Besides every time you argued, he’d drink himself to the brink in sorrow; this rapid decline in his health was also because of your father..." Gu Zixuan’s eyelashes trembled even more. "Your father’s case was entirely managed by him behind the scenes. The officials wanted to see his attitude toward protecting your father, so he could only continue drinking alongside taking gastric medication. Ma’am... he got off the sickbed again and again, sat at the drinking table, and from the drinking table to the hospital bed. Whether you admit it or not, the only thing he was bad at was your relationship over the years. He couldn’t stand you loving someone else. But this can’t be blamed on him, right? Would any man be able to endure it? Without caring too much, who would insist on such nonsense? You must know, he has never changed the way he addresses your father to this day, still calling him ’Dad’..." This final sentence thoroughly touched Gu Zixuan’s mind, causing her tears to flow as she rushed over, wanting even more to see him. Indeed, although she and Feng Chengjin were not doing well for eight years, He Qimo was not doing well either. Not to mention the issue of relatives, which she knew was virtually unavoidable for any daughter-in-law. What she cared about was his attitude. His attitude had always been there, she just didn’t know because of communication issues... Raising her gaze, she was so sad she didn’t know what to say. So she watched as he finished speaking, had already taken off his oxygen mask on his own, half-sitting up, leaning against the pillow. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and put it to his lips with the intention to light it, He Qimo. Gu Zixuan, tears in her eyes, pulled it out of his mouth. He Qimo was stunned, a pair of deep, exceedingly beautiful Mo Tong quietly gazing at her, until after a long while, his lips curled into a light smile, "Still not letting me smoke?" "Quit, it’s bad for your health." Gu Zixuan’s voice trembled. He Qimo chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It’s hard..." Gu Zixuan was at a loss for words. He Qimo continued more bitterly, "There’s nothing to accompany me, only it." He Qimo smiled, placing the cigarette back in his lips, but in the end, he didn’t light it. Because through Gu Zixuan’s back, he saw the entertainment news playing on the almost mute television... [Gu family’s daughter has been confirmed to have an affair, kicked out by the wealthy family, has begun desperate attempts to hook up with various talents.] The television showed pictures of Gu Zixuan and Yu Yuanshen sitting on a stone bench, walking a dog. Footage of Gu Zixuan having lunch with Feng’s Deputy Director Ding Hui... And, the final photo of Gu Zixuan, her face blurred, on a bed... At that time, even He Qimo was unsure, because he had never touched her. Read complete version only at NoveIꜰire.net However, looking at the woman in front of him who seemed clueless and was still tremblingly looking at him, his fingers trembled slightly, his whole body froze.