The love is so deep that Mr. Gu is crazy

In the ward, Shen Li sat in front of the window, his eyes swollen from crying.

This winter in Kyoto is not easy. Snowflakes are falling from the sky again. The sky is gray and seems to be pressing down on our heads, making it hard to breathe.

The air conditioning temperature in the ward was not low, but Shen Li still felt his hands and feet were cold.

Huo Mingcheng came in after making a phone call outside and saw her in a daze. Her thin figure showed a bit of stubbornness that made people feel sorry for her.

"Xiao Yu's condition is not that bad at the moment. You don't have to worry too much. The passport issue has been arranged and it will be handled by tomorrow at the latest."

She blinked her sore eyes, moved her stiff body, and turned around.

"Okay, thank you."

"This is not a small matter. Don't you really plan to discuss it with Gu Jingcheng? Why didn't you see him when you were sick?" After all, in the legal sense, they are husband and wife.

Huo Mingcheng did not say the second half of the sentence, but just thought about it silently in his heart.

Hearing his name, Shen Li's heart, which had just calmed down, began to ripple again.

Gu Jingcheng? Shen Li was so overwhelmed by the events that happened over the past few days that she had no time to think about him.

Shen Li pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. "He is busy with something. I don't need anyone else to make decisions for me. I will recover as soon as possible and cooperate with the doctor from Country M for the operation."

Huo Mingcheng frowned, looking at Shen Li's uncomfortable look with his eyes downcast, his heart suddenly felt a dull pain, and he clenched his hands hanging at his sides, the veins on the back of his hands bulged because he used too much force.

He regretted telling Shen Li the truth, and regretted forcing her to make the choice he had already made in such a despicable way at this special time.

In fact, Huo Mingyu’s illness is not completely without other treatments, and it is not to the point where we can’t wait any longer.

The documents scattered on the ground have been picked up one by one and placed quietly on the table in front of Shen Li.

Those things were not accidentally seen when cleaning Huo Mingyu's room. Huo Mingyu was so cautious. How could he let these things be easily discovered when he carefully wanted to keep the secret with his life?

At this moment, he hated himself for being so meticulous. He hated why he had asked someone to investigate in the first place. Why didn't he just act like a fool who knew nothing!

"Why is he so stupid? I could have saved him, so why didn't he want to?"

Shen Li muttered to himself, and suddenly laughed again, "Heh, but he is quite smart. He even knew how to make a fake report to fool people. Did he inherit the excellent genes of the Huo family?"

"If you think about it this way, I seem to be the stupid one. I believed him when he said he didn't match the type. Why did I believe him?"

As she spoke, she actually started laughing, with tears coming out of her eyes.

"Don't be like this, Shen Li, you've done enough and well enough." Huo Mingcheng comforted in a deep voice.

However, such consolation was too little. Shen Li had already fallen into deep self-blame and was stuck in a dead end. She couldn't listen to anything others said.

At the beginning, she and Huo Mingyu were successfully matched, and she could give him a kidney so that he could live like a normal person.

But Huo Mingyu concealed this fact and made a false report to deceive her. He had no intention of telling her again, even if his condition worsened, he would not tell her.

If Huo Mingcheng hadn't laid the truth out in front of her today, Shen Li would probably never have known it.

Shen Li took a deep breath, stood up, patted her face, wiped the tears from her face without making a sound, and put on an indifferent smile, as if the person who was pulling Huo Mingcheng's sleeve and crying bitterly an hour ago was not her, and her tone of voice also became cheerful.

"Don't be sad, Mr. Huo. No matter how you think about it, this is a good thing. When I go abroad for surgery, I can give you a lively brother."

"Oh, no, it's us, our brothers."

Shen Li walked to the table and opened the thermos bucket that Huo Mingcheng brought. The original bowl of porridge had gone cold, so she poured out a new bowl. The temperature was just right, and she drank it all up quickly.

She needs to maintain her strength and take good care of her body.

Huo Mingcheng just looked at her quietly, and when he saw her forcing a smile, he gently pressed it with his fingertips.

"Why are you looking at me? Do you want to drink too?" Shen Li looked at him with a pair of walnut-like eyes, which made the person in front of her even more irritated. She didn't know how charming and pitiful she looked at this moment.

Inexplicable irritability spread in my mind, and the urge to light a cigarette became stronger and stronger.

Huo Mingcheng looked away from her with a sullen face, and handed her a tissue. "It's on the corner of your mouth. You should take a rest first. If you want to eat something for lunch, send me a message and I'll have someone bring it to you."

After saying this, he ignored Shen Li's refusal and strode out of the ward, taking the documents on the table with him when he left.

Seeing that no one was around, Shen Li stopped talking, wiped the corner of his mouth, and went to the doctor's office.

The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow morning, and she didn't tell anyone.

Huo Mingcheng got in the car, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. His deep facial features were blurred in the smoke.

With his arm gently resting on the car window and looking at the scarlet spot on his fingertips, his cell phone rang.

Huo Mingcheng glanced at the phone screen, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the call.

"what's up?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and full of joy: "How is it, Mr. Huo, do you like the gift I gave you? I went through a lot of trouble to get it, how do you want to thank me?"

Huo Mingcheng narrowed his eyes with a dangerous aura, and smiled evilly, as if he had heard some funny joke.

"Thank you? If I remember correctly, it was you who begged me and used me to achieve your goal. You are still the generous and kind-hearted young lady. Aren't you the one who just sits back and enjoys the fruits of my labor?"

"You don't have to thank me. I just think of it as charity. Don't bother me anymore in the future."

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled: "Oh, you are so cruel. We are obviously cooperating for a win-win situation. Do you know how much effort it took me to investigate those things?"

"But from your tone, things seem to be going well. I have another piece of good news for you. She has already been scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning."

"Ah~ Look at my brain, you own this hospital, how could you not know~"

Huo Mingcheng's aura suddenly turned cold. "I'm not Gu Jingcheng. Put away your hypocritical face. It's disgusting." Then he hung up the phone.

He turned his head and looked at the document bag thrown casually on the passenger seat, with a complex emotion in his deep eyes.

At this time, the phone received a text message from an unfamiliar number: [Mr. Huo, Miss Shen has made an appointment for surgery tomorrow morning. ]

With the tip of his tongue touching his cheek, he turned off his phone and threw it on the seat in annoyance. He took another puff of cigarette and exhaled slowly. He didn't seem to feel as relieved as he had imagined.

Looking at the half-burned cigarette between his fingertips, he suddenly remembered that she seemed to hate the smell of cigarettes.

So he just placed his hand quietly outside the window, watching the scarlet spark approaching his fingertips little by little, without moving.

I don’t know when it started, but it seems that whenever I think of her, her bright smiling eyes and clear gaze, my heart will feel peaceful for a moment.

Huo Mingcheng maintained this posture until he felt a slight burning sensation on his fingertips. Then he focused his eyes again, put out the cigarette butt, and drove away.

The next morning, Shen Li woke up very early.

Xie Xiaoqin came to accompany her in the afternoon yesterday, but Shen Li refused to let her stay in the evening no matter what she said.

She sat quietly by the window, looking at the white snow. It had snowed all night last night and the ground was now covered with a thick layer.

The phone rang at this time. It was Gu Zhengrong calling.

Her heart tightened as she thought of the wrinkled hands holding hers, rough but warm.

Suddenly, a few drops of water fell on the phone screen. They were her tears.

Shen Li watched quietly as the phone hung up automatically, then rang again, but she still didn't have the courage to answer it.

She was afraid that once she heard Gu Zhengrong's concerned voice, the determination and courage she had made with great difficulty would instantly collapse.

The nurse came over and called her, saying that she could go to the operating room. She said "Oh" and hurriedly turned on the silent mode of her phone and stuffed it under her pillow, as if this would prevent her from being affected.

She said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Grandpa." Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, and she felt pain from the burning. She seemed to be particularly fond of crying these days.

The nurse went out and didn't see her for a long time, so she came back and called her again. Only then did she wipe her tears and follow her out.

-

Shen Li seemed to have had a dream, a very long dream. When he woke up, everything would return to the starting point...

But when I opened my eyes, it was not a dream!

Everything can never go back, leaving her with only endless guilt and scars in her heart that will never be erased...

Later, Shen Li often wondered, if that day, among that series of missed calls, she had answered one, even just one... or just replied to a message, would everything be different?