Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

Wen Zhaoyue felt that Gu Zhian's movements suddenly stopped, and she almost subconsciously reached out and clasped Gu Zhian's shoulders with her fingertips.

Her nails dug into his skin slightly, and her voice was low and pleading: "Zhi'an, don't go. Don't go."

Gu Zhian leaned over again, buried his head in her neck, and then looked at her again. In the dim light, her eyes were clear.

Gu Zhian's palm touched her cheek, his fingertips gently caressing her skin, then from her collarbone down...

Gu Zhian could no longer restrain himself, and his kiss suddenly fell again, deeper than before.

His movements became more forceful...

……

The early morning sunlight shines through the gauze curtains and falls on the floor of the room, casting soft light into the room.

Wen Zhaoyue slowly opened her eyes, her vision was still a little blurry, but she could feel Gu Zhian's warm embrace.

His arms were gently wrapped around her waist, his breathing was even and steady, his chest rising and falling slightly with his breathing, conveying a reassuring warmth.

She didn't move, and even breathed slowly, for fear of breaking this rare tranquility.

She rested her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

Wen Zhaoyue knew that there wouldn't be too many moments like this, and they might even come to an abrupt end at any time - Gu Zhian's illness was like a sword hanging over her head, which could fall at any time, taking him away, and also taking away the warmth she relied on.

Her fingers curled gently, their tips touching the soft, warm fabric of his pajamas. She closed her eyes, trying to imprint the feeling of this moment deeply into her memory—his body temperature, his scent, the feeling of security in his arms.

She knew she missed this warmth, so much so that she could hardly imagine how she would live without it. However, she also knew that this warmth would eventually turn cold, just like the sunshine in winter, no matter how warm it was, it could not withstand the passage of time.

After a while, Gu Zhian moved and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell on the top of her hair, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a lazy smile.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, his movements gentle and cherishing.

"Good morning, my Zhaoyue." His voice was low and hoarse, with the laziness of just waking up, but still gentle enough to make people intoxicated.

Wen Zhaoyue raised her head and met his eyes, which were filled with deep affection and doting. She whispered, "Good morning."

Gu Zhian's fingers gently stroked her cheek, and the warmth of his fingertips made her heart tremble. He whispered, "What do you want to do today? I won't go to the company this morning. I'll stay with you."

Wen Zhaoyue blinked, a sour feeling welling up in her heart, but she didn't show it. She just said softly, "As long as I'm with you, I'll do anything."

Gu Zhian smiled, hugged her tighter, and gently rested his chin on the top of her head. "Then lie down for a while, it's still early."

Wen Zhaoyue closed her eyes, feeling his breathing and heartbeat, and prayed silently in her heart, hoping that this moment could last longer and longer.

She knew that one day in the future, this warmth would disappear.

*

After Gu Zhian left, whenever Wen Zhaoyue thought of him, memories would flood back like a tide. His embrace was warm and firm, and his heartbeat was steady and powerful, as if it could dispel all the coldness in the world. She remembered the gentleness of his kiss on her forehead.

The day she first met Gu Zhian was forever engraved in her memory.

It was an autumn day, at the awards ceremony for a calligraphy competition at school. Wen Zhaoyue stood on the podium, her palms slightly sweaty, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

When the host announced her name, she looked up and saw a man in a black suit walking towards her. He was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a calm demeanor. It was Gu Zhian, the man who presented her with the award.

Gu Zhian walked up to her, smiled slightly, handed the trophy to her, and said, "Congratulations, your work is very talented." His voice was gentle and powerful, like a spring breeze blowing past her ears.

Later, every time she went to the school auditorium, Wen Zhaoyue seemed to still see him standing on the podium, walking towards her with a smile, as if he had never left.