Jingxia Rose

Chapter 199 [Huai Song 002] I promise you, I promise me, I promise us all the best.
Jiang Huaichuan thought he should be mentally prepared, but when he actually arrived at the ward door, he was a little afraid to go in. Fear and the fear of loss wove a fine net that enveloped his whole being.

Hearing those things from Wen Qingxun felt like being slowly tortured to death.

Every word and every sentence was like a sharp knife cutting into his flesh and digging out his heart.

But when I heard her voice inside, I couldn't resist and pushed the door open.

Unlike the glamorous female celebrity I saw at a restaurant gathering a few months ago, Wen Song now looks haggard and has lost a lot of weight; her cheeks, which used to have dimples, are now sunken.

Even the light in his eyes had disappeared.

She was completely different from the bright and carefree Wen Song he remembered.

His heart was pierced, and his eyes quickly welled up with tears.

He quickly composed himself, pursed his lips, and walked in. He stopped by the bed, looking down at her. Just as he opened his mouth, Wen Song asked first, "How...how did you know...you would come here?"

Perhaps she was too shocked, because she stammered and was somewhat incoherent.

There was a soft chair next to the bed. Jiang Huaichuan dragged it over and sat down. His voice was low and a little hoarse. "A-Xun told me."

"Why would he..."

Jiang Huaichuan looked her in the eye and asked, "Why did you choose to give up treatment?"

Wen Song opened her mouth but didn't make a sound. She glanced at him, and after a long while, she slowly laughed out loud, "Because I don't want to live anymore."

"It will be alright..."

“No.” Wen Song interrupted decisively, “My parents, Xun, assistant Xiaoya, and Sister Lan, they all kept it from me. It’s no use. I know my own body. It’s already in the late stage.”

“Wen Song…” Jiang Huaichuan’s voice choked with emotion.

"I'm sorry, Jiang Huaichuan." Wen Song raised her hand, pulled off her wig, and tears fell involuntarily. "Chemotherapy...it hurts so much. Please don't try to comfort me, okay?"

Jiang Huaichuan was stunned when he saw her bald head.

Wen Song wiped away her tears and asked with a smile, "Am I ugly?"

"You're not ugly, you'll always be beautiful."

Jiang Huaichuan spoke softly as he stood up, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly without saying a word.

He did not question or blame her for concealing the truth in the first place.

Pointless.

All he wants to do right now is stay with her.

Wen Song was stunned by his embrace, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. Her suppressed sobs gradually grew louder, and she hugged him back tightly.

Jiang Huaichuan felt that his internal organs were being squeezed and were in great pain.

He cupped her tear-streaked face in one hand, lowered his head, and gently licked her slightly dry lips.

The dream that haunted me every midnight has now become reality, but it is not as blissful and sweet as it once was.

All that remains is bitterness.

When Wen Qingxun told him that Wen Song went abroad for a bone marrow transplant and chemotherapy for leukemia, Jiang Huaichuan felt like the sky had fallen. "The rejection reaction during that surgery was severe, and it wasn't very successful. During the second surgery, she got an infection. She spent almost two years in the hospital, which led to her developing depression. The only thing that kept her going was the voice messages you sent her before. She saved every single one and listened to them over and over the years."

“I asked her before, ‘If you’re so reluctant to part with Brother Chuan, why did you break up with him? And why did you hide your illness from him?’ She didn’t answer, she just smiled. At that time, her expression was very calm, and the light in her eyes was gentle.”

"Five years ago, the surgery was finally successful, and her condition was under control and developing in a positive direction. After a year of recuperation, she returned to China and suddenly said she wanted to enter the entertainment industry. Our family was against it, but we couldn't persuade her otherwise."

"In the past few years, she has been taking medication and has not accepted any advertising endorsements, in order to prevent her condition from relapsing and causing trouble. Even her contracts with her agency are limited to acting roles, not her as a person."

"The doctor said that it has reached the late stage and the cure rate is not high. If the chemotherapy results are good, she will have another six months to a year. Of course, this is on the premise that she can withstand the long chemotherapy process."

“In the first few years, she was tormented by chemotherapy and various surgeries, and even attempted suicide twice. It was my mother who knelt down and begged her to live, saying that she couldn’t live without her and didn’t want to bury her child. That’s when she gave up the idea of ​​suicide.”

“She was very calm during this relapse. She had already discussed her retirement from the entertainment industry with her agent last month. On the day of the Beginning of Winter, she suddenly resisted all treatment and said that she wanted to let nature take its course. She would leave whenever God wanted her to leave.”

“No matter how my parents tried to persuade her, it was no use. Yesterday, they even brought up euthanasia in Switzerland... Brother Chuan, this time, my sister is not going to change her mind.”

"Go see her. I know you haven't let go of her all these years, and neither has she."

These were the words Wen Qingxun said after she approached him; every word felt like a hammer pounding on his eardrums and corroding his heart.

Jiang Huaichuan didn't dare to use too much force, gently cupping the back of her head, deepening the kiss that had spanned nine years, a kiss that had endured countless painful trials.

Wen Song paused for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly responded.

The moment he appeared, when I saw his bloodshot eyes, nothing else mattered.

Even though she was facing death tomorrow, she didn't seem to have any regrets.

After a long while, feeling that she was having trouble breathing, Jiang Huaichuan finally reluctantly pulled away from her lips, his breathing heavy, his fingers gently caressing her cheeks again and again.

A light shone in Wen Song's eyes, and a smile spread across her face. She raised her hand and covered the back of his hand. "I want to go see the 'Huai Song' persimmon tree."

Perhaps feeling too tired from sitting like this, Wen Song turned her head and leaned against his chest. "I went to see it last June. It was just blooming then, and it was very beautiful. The azaleas in the yard also looked very well taken care of."

"When did you sell that yard?"

Jiang Huaichuan turned his head and kissed her head, his voice gentle, "I didn't sell it, I just asked someone to take care of it over there."

Wen Song chuckled, "Oh, I went there three times and saw the same aunt watering the plants or cleaning in the yard. I thought you had sold them."

"Have you been there before?"

"Yes, I went when I first returned to China, and also on my birthday the year before last." Wen Song said, "Have you gone back to see them?"

“Every year when the azaleas bloom and the persimmons ripen, I go there to stay for a few days.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Song's nose suddenly stung with tears.

Azaleas were her favorite flower, and every single flower in the yard was carefully selected by her.

Its flower language is "I will always belong to you".

The persimmon tree was planted by the two of them when they bought the yard in the second semester of their freshman year. There is a wooden plaque with their handwritten words on it.

Its name is on the front – Huai Song.

The back reads: I wish you, I wish me, I wish us all the best.