My love-brained brothers spoil me to the skies

In the clean white ward, various monitoring instruments were beeping. He Zichen was lying on the hospital bed, his face so pale that it almost blended into the white of the bed sheets.

This was the first time Nangong Jin saw him so weak since they met. In her impression, He Zichen was sunny and full of energy, passionate but calm, and very lively.

She held back her tears, tiptoed to the bedside, carefully held his big hand, and gently touched his palm with her fingertips.

His fingers were very slender, and there were some calluses on the palms. She had always thought that He Zichen had beautiful hands. Suddenly, she paused and her eyes fell on his ring finger.

It was a plain platinum ring with a cold glow. Nangong Jin was a little unsure whether it was the one she bought. She took it off carefully, placed it in front of her eyes, and looked at the inner circle carefully.

Soon, the hand holding the ring began to tremble, and the ring was covered with drops of tears, looking crystal clear.

Nangong Jin covered her mouth and cried. She thought the ring was lost, just like her love, which had sunk into the sea and could never be found again.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands gently raised up and held her hands tightly, "Nangong Jin...why are you crying...? I'm not...dead."

He Zichen's voice was very soft. After Nangong Jin reacted, she quickly wiped away her tears, sniffed, and pretended nothing had happened.

"I didn't cry, who would cry for you, you big liar!"

As she spoke, she gently put the ring back on his ring finger and rubbed it over and over again.

"Did Dr. Li say something to scare you again? Don't listen to him. I'm fine."

He Zichen was still comforting Nangong Jin gently, but Nangong Jin said nothing and just held his hand.

"you…"

"He Zichen, let's get married!"

Her words made He Zichen's hand unconsciously tighten, then loosen. He then wanted to pull his hand away, but was quickly stopped by Nangong Jin, and their fingers were tightly clasped together.

"Let's get married, okay? We have missed each other for six years, and I don't want to miss each other again. I love you, He Zichen, woo woo woo..."

Perhaps he couldn't help himself, Nangong Jin kissed their clasped hands. He Zichen could feel the coolness coming from the back of his hand, drop by drop, hitting his heart heavily.

He turned his head and looked at Nangong Jin without blinking, as if he wanted to hold her in his arms. Looking at her crying, He Zichen moved his lips but didn't say anything in the end, until...

His eyes fell on the wound on Nangong Jin's arm, which was covered with dark red blood clots. It was obvious that the wound had not been treated. The ten-centimeter cut looked very hideous.

He Zichen closed his eyes with some sadness. He said he would not let the other party get hurt, but he still didn't do it in the end...

The air seemed to freeze, with only the sound of the instruments dripping and Nangong Jin sobbing.

"Don't cry, I promise you...that's it, honey...!"

His words made Nangong Jin cry even louder and more wantonly. He Zichen's idea was simple. This way it would be easier to handle his inheritance and she wouldn't do stupid things again. But things always develop unexpectedly.

After three days of rest, He Zichen finally didn't have to lie in bed anymore, and he actually looked pretty good.

That day, the two of them were walking in the garden. "He Zichen, Qi Qin came here just now and said he came to apologize on behalf of his sister and to cancel the engagement. I agreed. Will you blame me?"

He Zichen just hugged her and said with a smile: "Everything is up to you. Whatever you say is what it is."

Although his words were simple, they were very useful to Nangong Jin, "So, do you know the truth about your mother's death?"

Seeing her cautious look, He Zichen gently pinched her face with his hand: "Yes, I know, it was my grandfather's brother who did it. Even my grandfather knew about it, but he died soon after, so the two families didn't have any contact..."

He looked down at Nangong Jin, "Are you afraid that I have some childhood trauma? Before I met you, maybe I had some, but playing basketball can help me vent my emotions. I don't think so. After I met you..."

No one knew what he was thinking about, but he actually burst into laughter. Nangong Jin was instead aroused by his curiosity, and quickly put his arms around his neck and asked him questions.

"What did you remember? Tell me now!"

"No, this is a secret, wait for me..."

He Zichen didn't continue talking, but just continued holding Nangong Jin's hand and walked slowly.

"He Zichen, I've decided that we should get married tomorrow, okay?"

"okay!"

"But I won't get a marriage certificate, hold a wedding, or have a banquet!"

"What?!" He Zichen looked at her in confusion, "No, I must give you the most grand wedding, I can't let you down..."

“This way you can leave with a clear conscience, right?” Nangong Jin pressed on.

"I won't, He Zichen, listen to me, I want you to feel guilty about me, I want you to remember that you haven't given me a perfect wedding, so..."

Nangong Jin held back tears and raised her hand to touch his face: "So, you must hold on for me. I don't want you to die. Do you hear me!!!"

He Zichen looked at her who was shouting at the top of her lungs and was extremely stubborn, and he could only prove his answer with actions.

He held her face and kissed her gently. He suddenly tasted salty between his lips and teeth, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was hers or his.

Just like that, the so-called wedding of the two was really very simple. Apart from informing relatives and friends, they also declined to invite guests. It was just a simple meal for the two of them.

"Nangong Jin, this is too simple, I..."

"Sit down, eat your meal, eat more, we have something else to do later!"

Nangong Jin's words were ambiguous and He Zichen was completely confused.

"What are you busy with? Do you want to travel somewhere? Or do you want a wedding gift? I'll go with you..."

Nangong Jin just looked at him with an ambiguous expression, urging him to eat: "You'll know in a moment, eat quickly! Don't talk!"

"I..." Before He Zichen could finish his sentence, he was glared at by the other party. He was so scared that he quickly lowered his head to eat. Although he didn't have a big appetite, he kept eating in order to please Nangong Jin.

"Let's go, it's getting late, let's go back to the room and rest."

He Zichen didn't think much about it. In order to take care of him, they had indeed been sleeping in the same bed for the past two days. He thought Nangong Jin was tired, so he quickly got up and accompanied her back to the room.

However, things turned out to be beyond his expectations...

At this time, He Zichen was lying on the bed, preparing to sleep, but Nangong Jin began to undress and approached him step by step, which frightened him so much that he hugged the quilt tightly.

"Nangong Jin...what are you doing? It's winter now, put your clothes back on quickly, don't...catch a cold."

At this moment, he finally understood what Nangong Jin was talking about, and felt a headache for a moment.

Agreeing to get married was already the biggest concession he had made. He had never thought about having a real relationship with Nangong Jin. After all, his own life and death were unpredictable, and he couldn't do it!