I almost touched the moon

When I woke up, what caught my eyes was the glaring incandescent light. The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. All I could see was the shocking white. The only color was the light blue sheets covering my body.

When she lowered her head, Wen Song saw the infusion needle on the inside of her left arm, and heard the sound of liquid dripping, and then she realized that she was in the hospital. She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have fallen down the stairs because of dizziness, and then she lost consciousness, and she should have been sent to the hospital now.

After waking up, she felt pain in her right ankle. She tried to turn it, but it hurt even more. However, there was no plaster on her foot, just a bandage, so the bones should not be injured.

She was about to call the nurse to ask who sent her to the hospital, but when she turned around, she saw someone who absolutely could not be here.

Cheng Che sat beside her bed. Maybe it was because he suddenly came to England, but he was a little tired. He was wearing a white sweater and beige trousers. The loose sweater made him look a little thin.

Because he didn't make any sound, Wen Song didn't notice him.

At that moment, she didn't know what words to use to describe her feelings. There was shock, joy, sadness and helplessness.

"You..." She was about to ask him why he was here, but Cheng Che interrupted her.

"You fainted in the stairwell and were found by passers-by and taken to the hospital. They contacted me through the emergency contact on your phone."

The tone of his words was calm, as if he was just going through the motions.

"I'm fine, just tired."

After Wen Song finished speaking, she pulled out the infusion needle and prepared to go through the formalities and leave. The moment she met Cheng Che's eyes, she opened her lips slightly, wanting to say thank you, but she couldn't hold back a word for a long time. She just looked at him silently, tears welling up in her eyes without knowing when.

She still remembered the emergency contact that Cheng Che had insisted on setting up for her when they first went skiing in the wild. He said that if she was in danger, she could contact him immediately and he would appear by her side immediately.

I haven't used it for so many years, but I used it today. It's really sad.

Cheng Che sighed, took out a few report cards, and read them out word by word, "Hypoglycemia, anemia, malnutrition, severe fatigue, don't you eat?! And the ligament of the right foot was strained, fortunately the bone was not injured."

Seeing his slightly anxious eyes, Wen Song suddenly wanted to cry, but she didn't want to embarrass Cheng Che, so she just turned her head, forced back her tears, and said to him as calmly as possible: "I'm too busy recently and don't have time."

After she calmed down a little, she turned around and tried to smile at Cheng Che, "Sorry, I forgot to change the emergency contact. I'll delete it now. Thank you for coming so far. I'll transfer the air ticket and medical expenses to you right away."

After that, she took out her phone and prepared to transfer money to Cheng Che. But Cheng Che grabbed her wrist, then sighed heavily, looked at her and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wen Song was silent. What else could she say? What should she say? The moment he approached, she found that he had lost a lot of weight. His handsome face could not hide his haggardness. There was even a little bit of blue stubble on his chin. He must be very sad.

"I'm sorry..." She lowered her head, "I didn't mean to cause you any trouble."

After saying that, she opened the quilt, put on her shoes and prepared to leave. But after taking only two steps, she felt a sharp pain in the wound on her right foot. She endured the pain and continued to limp towards the door.

Cheng Che grabbed her arm and said in a firm tone that left no room for doubt, "I'll carry you back."

"It's okay, it won't affect my walking." She broke free from Cheng Che's hand. He had done enough for her. What was their relationship now? She shouldn't continue to bother him.

"Can you please stop being so stubborn!"

Cheng Che suddenly got angry and immediately bent down to carry her on his back. At that moment, his heart ached uncontrollably. How could she have lost so much weight? She felt uncomfortable leaning on his back.

Wen Song stopped talking, neither thanked him nor stopped him.

Cheng Che carried her on his back and walked quickly through the hospital corridor. She still remembered that on the day they confirmed their relationship, he carried her on his back through the undersea tunnel of the Kanmon Strait. That was the first time she leaned on the back of the opposite sex. She felt that his back was broad and very safe. Now, she still felt the same way.

"Ache, I..." She suddenly wanted to tell Cheng Che, "I still love you."

But when she lowered her head, she saw Cheng Che's hands resting on her knees. The fingers were still long and slender, with distinct joints, but there was no ring on the ring finger.

She swallowed the words she hadn't said yet, leaned against his back, and let her tears flow. She suddenly felt very grateful that Cheng Che carried her on his back, facing away from her, so that he wouldn't see and wouldn't know how sad she was.

He may still love her, or maybe it's because of his strong sense of responsibility that he can't abandon her, but they will no longer love each other, and he will no longer be with her as a lover. She should have recognized this reality long ago, right?

It started to drizzle on the way back, and Cheng Che sat in the passenger seat instead of sitting next to her like before, or more accurately, leaning against her.

Wen Song looked out the window and let out a very light sigh. She was really fed up with the rainy days in Oxford. Even though she sprained her foot, she must go to Cairns to bask in the sun tomorrow.

After returning home, Cheng Che looked at the still clean and tidy house and immediately realized that she must have really been staying in the laboratory, office, and library for several days and had not returned home.

"I'll go make you some porridge." He said lightly, but his eyes did not look at Wen Song.

"No, I'll just order takeout."

She really shouldn't bother him anymore, and she was really afraid that she would allow herself to indulge in his tenderness.

Cheng Che did not force it, but sat opposite her, looked at her and asked, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

Wen Song knew that he was referring to the sentence she hadn't finished saying when she left the hospital just now. At that time, Cheng Che didn't respond, so she thought he didn't hear it.

The rain was still falling outside the window, accompanied by the sound of the wind, adding some noise to the silence.

Time passed by minute by minute. During that time, Wen Song analyzed countless assumptions in her mind. She said she still loved him and hoped he would come back. She said she loved him very much, but she hoped he would live happily for her. Or she told him stubbornly that it was nothing...

However, no matter what the assumptions or premises were, she found that the final results were always the same. There were only two results: Cheng Che refused, or he agreed, and then they continued to get along as before, until the day when they couldn't stand it anymore, they separated again.

Finally, she made up her mind and looked at him with a smile.

"Roche, thank you."

The moment the words fell, Cheng Che almost slammed the door and walked out. The loud sound of the door closing startled her. Then there was the sound of a car starting and leaving, so fast that she didn't have time to react.

When she realized what was happening, she suddenly laughed, and this time it was a laugh from the heart. They had known each other for two years, and this was the first time she saw Cheng Che angry. She was really good at it, and could easily make him angry.