Bei Yuewu lifted her eyes, looking at him with bright eyes. "Why did you suddenly think of giving me a rose?"
Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was such an easygoing woman, but now she was holding onto his rose, acting like a shy little girl.
"Is this your first time receiving a rose?" He asked in surprise. "No one has ever given you a rose before?"
Bei Yuewu said softly, "Yes, many men have given me roses, but I've been thrown into the bin. I was just thinking … waiting for you to give me one …"
She wanted the rose he gave her.
Murong Jiancheng's eyes slowly became misty. He had never let anyone down in his entire life, but he had let her down.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
Bei Yuewu lowered her eyes, sniffing the rose in her hand. The delicate flower had just bloomed and it emitted a delicate fragrance.
It was said that the meaning of a rose was — - I love you.
Bei Yuewu didn't lift her head, only asking softly, "Murong Jiancheng, you're only giving me a rose. Did you forget something you wanted to say to me?"
She reminded him.
Murong Jiancheng curved his thin lips. "No."
He had nothing to say to her.
Bei Yuewu quickly lifted her head, her gentle face turning cold. She threw the rose in her hand at him angrily. "I don't want the rose anymore. I'm giving it back to you!"
She turned around to leave.
Murong Jiancheng stretched out his hand, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace.
"Murong Jiancheng, let go of me. I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm angry and I can't be appeased!"
Bei Yuewu punched him forcefully, even snorting twice in anger.
Bei Yuewu didn't know, but everyone present had seen it. Murong Jiancheng had lunged over and Yuan Ming's dart had pierced Murong Jiancheng's chest.
Blood gushed out, staining the back of Murong Jiancheng's shirt.
After holding on for so long, Murong Jiancheng's tall body swayed a little when Bei Yuewu struggled.
Murong Jiancheng tightened his arms, pulling Bei Yuewu into his embrace. "Don't move, I want to talk to you."
"What's there to say? I don't want to hear it." Bei Yuewu raised her head.
Murong Jiancheng quickly reached out and pressed her head against his chest. His face was very pale and he didn't want her to see him like this.
"Yuewu, only now do I know that you care about Dongfang Wanqing's existence. It's all my fault for not telling you before that I don't like her anymore. After meeting you, I don't like her anymore."
"In the past, Dongfang Wanqing and I were engaged. I didn't have any other thoughts and treated her as my wife. Later, when she fell into Yuan Ming's arms, I was sad and depressed for a period of time. I also thought that it was love."
"However, you came. You suddenly appeared in my life. Unknowingly, my eyes were filled with you. Wherever you were, my gaze would follow. After that, you left me. That day, I chased after you for an entire day and night. I saw your figure disappear into the yellow sand with my own eyes. I felt a heart-wrenching pain."
"There has never been a woman who could make me feel so much pain. When Dongfang Wanqing betrayed me, I only felt sad, so I understood. Yuewu, I have fallen in love with you."
Bei Yuewu was stunned. What did he just say?
He said … that he loved her?
Bei Yuewu quickly reached out and hugged him tightly. Her eyes reddened. Why didn't he say so earlier?
If he had said so earlier, she wouldn't have left.
If that happened, their ending would be different.
If they hadn't been apart for 26 years, they would still have had their best years together.
"Yuewu." Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and kissed her silky hair. "You didn't force me to marry you. If I hadn't agreed, you wouldn't have been able to marry me.
"The late Emperor didn't agree to me marrying you. I even quarreled with him. 26 years ago, I told the late Emperor that you were the only one I would never marry in this lifetime.
"If you like it, I'll tell you a hundred or a thousand times every day … I love you …"
Bei Yuewu's eyes were brimming with tears. She hadn't expected this blockhead to put in so much effort when he was confessing.
They were an old couple and she hadn't blamed him for anything all these years.
"Hubby, you mustn't lie to me. You have to tell me that you love me every day."
"Mm."
Bei Yuewu hugged him tightly in joy. At this moment, her hand touched his back and she felt a wetness on her hand.
What was wrong with him?
Bei Yuewu froze and slowly lifted her eyes.
She saw Murong Jiancheng. His handsome face was pale and covered in cold sweat.
Her pupils contracted and she was a little dazed. She glanced sideways and saw that there were people around her. Everyone was looking at her.
She saw that many people had tears in their eyes and they were all crying.
Bei Yuewu didn't understand. What were they all doing?
Jun Xiqing was also there. Jun Xiqing looked at her and took two steps forward, sobbing. "Auntie …"
Bei Yuewu was so frightened that her hands twitched and she took a few steps back.
At this moment, Murong Jiancheng, who was standing in front of her, swayed and his tall body collapsed.
Bei Yuewu's limbs were cold. She didn't know what had happened at all. She just stared at Murong Jiancheng in a daze.
Murong Jiancheng was also looking at her, his eyes filled with adoration and nostalgia.
The happiest time of his life was the first three months of their marriage. In the cold palace, she had suddenly given him a warm home.
To be able to make Bei Yuewu fall head over heels in love with him and follow him was the proudest thing he had ever done in his life.
Murong Jiancheng's memories went back to 26 years ago. She had danced in Ah Jiao's Room. He and Yuan Ming had been the guests. How many years had passed since then? How many times had she danced in his dreams?
Murong Jiancheng slowly closed his eyes.
…
In the hospital.
The red light in the operating theater lit up. Doctor Sikong had rushed over to operate on Murong Jiancheng.
Jun Xiqing sat on the cold bench along the corridor and hugged Bei Yuewu.
Bei Yuewu was cold.
"Auntie, you have to hold on for Uncle."
Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing's hand. "Qingqing, you don't have to console me. Jiancheng and I have been married for so many years. He's in there now and he hasn't given up. How can I possibly collapse?"
Tears welled up in Jun Xiqing's eyes. She nodded vigorously. "Mm."
The operation went on for a few long hours. At night, Murong Jiancheng was wheeled out of the operating theater. Sikong Heng's expression was solemn. "The patient's operation has been successful, but he's still in a coma and hasn't passed the critical stage yet. Moreover, the patient has a terminal heart attack.
Sikong Heng wasn't optimistic at all. It really wasn't optimistic.
Bei Yuewu's legs gave way and she murmured, "Terminal heart attack?"
Sikong Heng nodded. "Yes. Didn't the patient tell you?"
PS: Babes, Eight Thousand's update has ended. Elder Murong's case is the end. Write back to Mr Lu tomorrow and continue asking for tickets. Love you!
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