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The more I thought about it, the more regretful I became. I grabbed an umbrella from the Entrance and ran outside.
If Xiao Minxing really went out and didn’t drive, he couldn’t have gone far.
Before I reached the main Entrance, I saw someone standing in the corner of the yard, right next to the greenery.
The rain was pouring heavily, and the light had dimmed to a small patch, barely illuminating him. He was soaked through, his hair dripping with water and sticking to his face.
He slightly raised his head, his eyes gazing at the distant horizon, as if what fell from the sky wasn’t rain but some kind of dreamy petals.
I walked over and held the umbrella over Xiao Minxing’s head. He seemed dazed, staring blankly into the distance.
“What’s wrong? Xiao Minxing, why are you out here in the rain? Come back with me; you’ll catch a cold.” I reached out to grab his hand.
But he caught my hand instead, his voice low and choked with sadness: “Don’t go, Qiu Yuhan, don’t go.”
I froze in place, looking at him but feeling so far away, unable to see into his heart.
This was the second time he said something like this; once in a dream and once while awake. But given the current situation, it seemed like he wasn’t fully aware.
Why was he calling my name in such a confused state and asking me not to leave?
I didn’t know. But this time his words echoed back a distant memory of mine—when we were together watching stories or TV shows, seeing those partings of life and death, we would innocently ask each other: “Will you leave in the future?”
“No, if I really had to leave, I would take you with me.”
Unfortunately, the promises made in childhood cannot be counted. We were both too young to be our own masters, so when I was later abandoned by my adoptive parents, I had no choice but to return to the original orphanage, without even the chance to write him a letter.
Xiao Minxing must have hated me at that time, right?
But as he grew older, just like me, many things from childhood would fade away. The difference between him and me is that he lived without worries, never having to fret about food and shelter. This allowed him more time to think about his dreams and future, and those childhood memories would likely fade even faster.
The rain was cool, even his hand felt cold, but he held me tightly. His gaze pulled back from the curtain of rain and landed on my face.
Suddenly tightening his grip on my wrist, he pulled me into his embrace, murmuring, “Qiu Yuhan, you’re back, aren’t you?”
My clothes were almost instantly soaked by his clothes and the rain outside, feeling the same chill as him.
“I’m back, right beside you, in your arms.” My nose felt sour and I struggled to speak coherently.
Xiao Minxing held me tighter as if trying to merge me into his body. He made soft sobbing sounds like he was crying, but with so much rain on his face, I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t.
The heavy rain continued to fall, and another thunderclap echoed in the distance.
I grabbed his hand and led him inside. He followed like a puppet that had lost its balance, letting me guide him. But just as we reached the Entrance, I felt a sudden weight in my hand. With a thud, Xiao Minxing collapsed to the ground.
I panicked and knelt down desperately calling his name.
But his face was now as white as paper, water dripping from his hair down onto his face. His eyes were tightly shut, teeth clenched hard together, and his lips had turned purple.
I scrambled to grab the phone and dialed for emergency help. My hands trembled violently; I dropped the receiver twice.
After a difficult struggle to get there, they said it would take at least half an hour to arrive because the rain was too heavy and the road conditions were unclear, so they couldn't guarantee anything.
Looking at Xiao Minxing lying on the ground, despair washed over me.
I couldn't wait any longer; his condition was so bad. I couldn't just stand here waiting for a ride.
I quickly ran to the Entrance, just like I did months ago, but now I was even more anxious and desperate than back then.
When I reached the garage, I first drove the car to the Entrance. As I came over to help Xiao Minxing, it was the first time I regretted not being tall or strong enough to carry him away.
After finally getting him up, just as I was about to catch my breath, he slid back down to the ground.
I desperately held onto him, forcing his arm over my neck, but he had no awareness and didn't know to hold onto me. Soon, that arm fell again, and he started sliding down once more.
I was almost going crazy, shouting his name loudly while trying my best to drag him toward the Entrance.
Xiao Minxing's eyes finally opened a little, looking at me with a pitiful smile before closing again.
I hurriedly shook him, angrily saying, "Open your eyes, Xiao Minxing, aren't you usually fierce? Open your eyes, hurry up! I won't allow you to close them."
After a long time, I finally dragged him from inside the house to outside the door. Just a few more steps and we would be at the car.
"You're really silly; I'm fine, just tired," he said, his voice weak like a whisper. Mixed with the sound of the rain, it was hard to hear clearly, but I still caught it, especially that "I'm fine."
Tears streamed down my face as I gripped him tighter. Using the little strength he had when he was awake, I finally managed to get him into the car and drove toward the Hospital without caring about anything else.
On the road, Xiao Minxing fainted again. His lips, which had just regained a bit of color, were almost purple-black, looking particularly frightening.
I ran frantically, ignoring the heavy rain, red lights, and road conditions; all I cared about was that the person in front of me was okay.
The car stopped at the nearest Hospital, and he was pushed into the emergency room while I collapsed on a bench outside.
After catching my breath, I hurriedly called Xiao Minxing's parents.
I had no idea about his condition. We had been married for so long, yet I had never seen him like this. Even during that incident in Yunnan, he had left a strong impression on me; it made no sense that a rainstorm could bring him down.
So I couldn't make decisions on my own. Telling his parents might be better for him; at least they could know if there had been similar incidents before.
When the Xiao Residence family heard that Xiao Minxing was in the Hospital, they immediately panicked. I could hear his mother's cries over the phone, sounding somewhat hysterical.
The thunderstorm continued outside, with distant thunder and lightning making loud noises as they passed by the window, almost shattering eardrums.
I didn't say much to the Xiao Family. After hanging up, I still felt uneasy but didn't know who else to contact. I could only pace anxiously in front of the emergency room door.
An hour later, the tightly closed door finally opened.
Just as I was about to ask how things were inside, I saw that the person who opened the door was actually Xiao Minxing.
Aside from being still drenched, he appeared completely fine, walking out on his own without a Hospital stretcher or any Doctors or Nurses beside him.
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