A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

The next day, Lu Weidong drove his jeep, carrying a group of people, to Harbin Railway Station.

"The sun sets in the west, its glow a fiery red; the soldiers return to camp after target practice, return to camp!"

"Hey, that's enough!" Chen Yuanchuan couldn't help but turn around from the passenger seat and look at Zhang Yunxia, ​​who was singing loudly in the back seat.

"Take your bragging a little easier."

"What? Can't I be happy?" Zhang Yunxia glared at him.

"We've been married for so many years, and you've never taken me on a trip. This is all thanks to Xiao Ye and his wife!"

"Go ahead and mind your own business, whether it's heaven, earth, or your soldiers. Why are you interfering with my singing?!"

Zhang Yunxia shut Chen Yuanchuan down with just a few words.

Chen Yuanchuan took a deep breath and silently turned back.

"What's the next song?" Zhang Yunxia ignored him and turned to Ye Wenxi, yelling.

"Let's sing 'The Spring Water in the Frontier is Clear and Pure'," Ye Wenxi joined in the commotion.

As Lu Weidong drove, he saw Ye Wenxi laughing and singing along in the rearview mirror, and a wild smile crept onto his face.

"Wenxi, sing that song you sang before, it was really good."

Which one?

"Uh... it was that time we were driving..."

Ye Wenxi couldn't recall anything from the content of the conversation.

But from Lu Weidong's shifty eyes and reddened ears, she remembered.

Ah...that time...

Both of them coughed awkwardly.

"What song?" Zhang Yunxia asked curiously.

"I don't even know what song it is. I learned it from someone humming it before," Ye Wenxi said casually.

"Sing one for me," Zhang Yunxia said, her interest piqued.

"Ahem... Okay then, don't laugh at me if I sing badly."

Ye Wenxi cleared her throat and took a light breath.

"The plum blossoms in the coldest days of winter have turned the snow on the mountains red..."

"Desolate branches cast shadows, the crescent moon shines on a sleeping person..."

The soothing melody at the beginning, sung softly by Ye Wenxi, flowed through the car like a warm current.

In an instant, Zhang Yunxia's eyes lit up as if she had heard heavenly music.

Lu Weidong looked at Ye Wenxi's profile through the rearview mirror, his gaze as soft as melting snow.

"The setting sun in the northern frontier is her red gown, with a mountain of pines and cypresses as her bridesmaids..."

"Waiting for her lover to return home in glory, for in this life I will only be with you..."

During these two climactic melodies, Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong's eyes met gently in the rearview mirror, and they smiled warmly.

The sweet prologue begins gently, accompanied by melodious singing.

A military hospital in Yunnan Province, thousands of kilometers away.

Ding Jiahe and Wang Hao were unaware that they were coming.

Ye Wenxi and Zhang Yunxia insisted on giving them a surprise.

An embrace that came from the sky.

This is the inpatient ward of the military hospital.

The attending physician stood by the hospital bed, looking at Ding Jiahe, who was half-lying on the bed with her right arm wrapped in bandages, her tone gentle yet earnest:

"Dr. Ding, you're a professional, you should know this. The inability to move your right arm indicates nerve damage; initial rest and rehabilitation are extremely important."

Ding Jiahe nodded, but her gaze drifted towards the door.

She knew, she knew everything.

But she couldn't stay in bed any longer.

It's been a week, and she still hasn't seen Wang Hao.

She only learned bits and pieces from the doctor.

"You were carried by him as we ran a full 15 kilometers to reach the camp."

"After being brought here, he fell into a coma and lost consciousness. But his arms were clinging to you, and you couldn't pry them off."

"He has bleeding in his lungs, multiple muscle and tendon fascia tears, and is severely overworked..."

Upon hearing this, Ding Jiahe felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly. As a doctor, she knew that even though she had been shot, she still felt a deep sense of unease.

But Wang Hao's injuries were much more serious than hers.

Internal bleeding and muscle tears caused by high pressure...

This requires absolute rest and strict restriction of all activities.

You must not get out of bed for at least a week.

Not even one step.

Two days ago, the doctor sent over a group photo.

It's the picture they took together.

"He's awake and has asked us to give this to you."

Looking at the group photo and seeing Wang Hao's smiling face, Ding Jiahe lay on her hospital bed, silently shedding tears.

She couldn't imagine how Wang Hao had managed to endure every step of that extreme fifteen-kilometer journey.

Those were times more agonizing than hell; every nerve in his body ached as if he were walking on a knife's edge, and every step he took was draining his life force.

But he returned in just two hours.

Ding Jiahe felt as if her heart was being torn apart whenever she thought of this.

Why were you angry back then?

Why didn't you listen to his confession properly?

Why didn't she finish that dance with him back then?

This was a thought that Ding Jiahe repeatedly pondered, a feeling of self-reproach.

Then she smiled again, thinking of Wang Hao traveling thousands of kilometers to find her, and risking his life to save her...

He cries and laughs, like a fool.

The nurses who made their rounds all looked at her, and occasionally they would sit down and listen to her talk about those things.

Those deeply moving, true stories also brought tears to my eyes, and I was filled with emotion.

"If I could find a lover who is even half as good as this in my life, I would be content."

"He's in the men's ward of the surgery department. If you have anything to say, I'll pass it on for you."

The young nurses acted as messengers, relaying messages between the two during these days when they could not meet.

But today, Ding Jiahe discovered that she could move around a bit on her own.

After the nurse finished her routine check-up.

"Xiaowen," Ding Jiahe called softly, her eyes constantly drifting towards the door.

The nurse named Xiaowen paused for a moment, then smiled; she knew what Ding Jiahe wanted to do.

Xiaowen bent down.

"I'll go with you during your lunch break."

Ding Jiahe smiled, pursed her lips, and nodded gently.

The whistle for lunch break blew, and the corridor quieted down. Xiaowen quietly slipped into the ward and gently helped her up.

"Slow down, no rush."

With Xiaowen's help, Ding Jiahe slowly moved off the bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she swayed, and Xiaowen quickly steadied her.

"Wait a minute." Ding Jiahe suddenly grabbed her. "Help me comb my hair."

"OK."

Xiaowen took out the plastic comb from the bedside table and gently combed her hair, stroke by stroke.

As those days passed, my short hair quietly grew long, softly falling to my shoulders.

Xiaowen used a black hair clip to tuck the stray hairs behind her ear and then used a towel to wipe her face.

The person in the mirror was pale and extremely thin, with obvious dark circles under their eyes, but their eyes were bright, as if they held the light of an entire spring.

They lived not far from each other, in the same ward, only separated by a corridor.

Ding Jiahe supported Xiaowen's arm and walked slowly, step by step.

"This is the one." Xiaowen stopped and gestured towards the door with her lips.

She took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly.

She gently pushed open the door and looked inside.

Wang Hao lay in his hospital bed.

His face had thinned, his cheekbones were prominent, and his legs were wrapped in bandages, in casts, and suspended high in the air, completely immobile.

He lay there, asleep, his brow still slightly furrowed, as if he were still running in his dream.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his pale face and making the scars stand out even more.

Ding Jiahe held onto the door frame and slowly moved inside.

"I'll get you a chair," Xiaowen said kindly, turning around to find one.

Almost everyone in the room was wounded, but one of them recognized Ding Jiahe.

"Dr. Ding?" someone exclaimed softly.

Wang Hao was startled awake by the noise and opened his eyes sensitively.

He saw Ding Jiahe standing at the head of the bed, tears streaming down her face.