Chapter 119: Fall in Love, and Suddenly the Whole World Becomes My Rival (19)

After Fu Huai finished showing off, he strode over with his long legs, quickly running up behind Bai Yao and grabbing the hem of her coat.

Bai Yao turned her head.

He blinked obediently, his face all innocence.

Bai Yao eyed him suspiciously but didn’t shake off his hand. Instead, she looked away and kept walking forward.

When they reached the door of Room 507, Bai Yao reached out and pushed it open. The first thing that entered her vision was a hunched figure standing by the window.

The patient surnamed Wu was now little more than skin and bones, his face still fixed in that strange smile, and from somewhere, he had acquired a knife.

The moment she saw him lift the knife toward his own neck, Bai Yao instinctively covered Fu Huai’s eyes. And right then, before her very eyes, the man drew the blade across his own throat.

Blood spattered.

Yet the smile on his face didn’t change.

Fu Huai was pushed out of the ward. He stood outside the door, his expression still dazed, and when he turned around, he saw what was happening inside.

Bai Yao, trying to staunch the bleeding, called for help from others in the hospital, but the man had cut through his artery. No matter how desperately she worked to save him, it was barely effective.

Red blood bloomed over her white uniform, and flecks of crimson dotted her pale, beautiful face—like plum blossoms blooming in snow.

But Fu Huai, having been pushed outside, remained spotless and pristine.

Fu Huai raised his hand to his chest, as if he could hear his heart pounding out of rhythm. With each frantic beat, it spelled out her name: “Yao Yao.”

He leaned against the doorframe, his jet-black eyes fixed unblinkingly on Bai Yao. So much obsession filled those deep, dark eyes that it seemed it would overflow, even drowning out the little beauty mark beneath.

Others from the hospital soon arrived. The patient was rushed into surgery, and Bai Yao could only wait outside—her part was over.

Unfortunately, despite the doctors’ best efforts, the patient succumbed to his injuries and died.

The head nurse looked at Bai Yao, her uniform soaked in blood. This young girl had only just started working and had already faced life and death, witnessed a patient take his own life before her eyes. The fact that she could still stand calmly here was already remarkable.

The head nurse said, “Bai Yao, your emergency response was correct. You did everything you could. That’s how hospitals are—there will always be all kinds of accidents. Don’t dwell on this. Take a few days off to rest. Go home now, take a shower, and get some sleep.”

Bai Yao nodded. “Alright. Thank you, Head Nurse.”

The head nurse added, “If the psychological pressure is too much, you can always see someone in the counseling department.”

Bai Yao replied softly and, exhausted, made her way downstairs.

In the shadow at the entrance, the boy had been waiting for her a long time. When he saw her, he quickly pulled out a tissue, came up to her, and carefully wiped the blood off her face until it was spotless.

For once, he tucked away his usual mischief, knowing it would only make trouble for her. He had hidden himself in a corner when others arrived.

Fu Huai wanted to hug her, but Bai Yao pushed him away. “I’m covered in blood. Don’t get your clothes dirty.”

He tilted his head, his dark, luminous eyes gazing at her, as if ripples stirred the surface of a spring.

Bai Yao instinctively reached for his hand to take him home, but realizing her hands were still stained with dried blood, she withdrew. But Fu Huai was quicker and caught her hand first.

He opened an umbrella. “Yao Yao, let’s go home.”

Fu Huai seemed to have changed. Since what had happened in Room 507, he was no longer his usual noisy self. Instead, he silently watched her with those moist eyes.

Even when Bai Yao went to shower, though he would follow and offer to help, he behaved himself, not making any untoward moves.

Standing under the warm spray, Bai Yao felt his hands gently scrubbing her back.

She had always disliked bathtubs, whether in her lavish room as the Bai family’s young lady or later, in her rented apartment—she never had one. The hospital dormitory certainly didn’t, which suited her just fine.

Fu Huai slipped an arm around her waist, pressing close behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. Now and then, he cupped water in his hand and let it trickle gently over her shoulder, watching the droplets slide down her smooth arm.

He nestled his face against her cheek, greedy for her warmth.

Bai Yao glanced sidelong at him. “Did what happened today scare you?”

His arm tightened around her waist. He muttered, “Why did you push me out?”

“Because it was a frightening scene.”

“But you only pushed me out. You stayed in there.”

“That’s my job, to save lives. I have to stay.”

Suddenly, Fu Huai lowered his head. In the mist, his beautiful white hair was soaked, the damp strands clinging to his delicate face, droplets of water falling from the tips onto her shoulder.

He sniffled softly. Bai Yao sensed that the drops on her shoulder were warmer than the water from the shower.

She reached up to stroke his head, her voice gentle. “What’s wrong?”

Fu Huai was silent for a long time. Finally, in a trembling voice, he whispered, “Yao Yao, I don’t know. I feel… I feel like my body is splitting apart.”

Bai Yao turned to look at him. “Are you feeling unwell?”

He nodded, then shook his head.

Bai Yao turned off the water and cupped his face in her hands. Whether from water or tears, his eyes were hazy, their corners tinged with red. For the first time, a look of genuine vulnerability appeared on his beautiful face.

It reminded Bai Yao of a doll thrown onto a rubbish heap.

He had always been so dramatic, his temperament unpleasant, and this pitiful expression was a rare sight.

He held her hand, his lashes trembling, letting tiny drops of mist fall. “Yao Yao, will you always love me this much?”

She laughed softly. “That depends on whether you behave.”

He pursed his lips. “I’ll try my best to do as you say.”

Then he bent down, embracing her. Though both of them were bare, there was no trace of desire in this hug—only the sense of two lonely souls, adrift in the sea, finally finding solace in each other.

He hugged her tighter and tighter, pressing her into his arms, whispering in her ear, “Yao Yao, I’ll be good to you.”

Bai Yao patted his back gently, struck by the odd sensation that the silly boy she’d raised was finally grown up.

But as experience proved, a dog can never change its ways. Trusting his promises would be a grave mistake!