Chapter 15 Be Good

  She walked out of the ward like she was running away, and the cool night wind hit her face all at once, blowing away her somewhat dazed consciousness. She tightened her collar and headed towards the end of the corridor. The hospital lights were a bit dim after midnight, and the corridor was eerily quiet. With every step, Zhiyan could clearly hear the echo of her footsteps in the empty corridor. Zhiyan swallowed hard and put the rice porridge in the microwave to heat it up. Two or three minutes felt like an eternity, until the microwave beeped loudly. She quickly opened it and took out the porridge, then hastily headed back.

  Just a few steps away, a shrill and mournful cry suddenly echoed throughout the hospital, then a girl rushed out of the ward in a panic, stumbling and shouting all the way: "Doctor, doctor..."

  Her feet seemed to be fixed in place by some unseen force, she knew she shouldn't stay here, but she couldn't move.

  Several doctors on duty rushed over hastily, their footsteps quick, but their facial expressions were extremely calm, so calm that they seemed numb.

  She stood there in a daze, yes, when she witnessed her father closing his eyes with a heavy heart for the last time, it was also such a scene, he closed his eyes in front of her, but she could do nothing, just watching, watching...

  Nie Zhiyan suddenly felt suffocated, as if something was strongly suppressing her throat. She wanted to breathe hard, but her throat was suppressed even harder, feeling so uncomfortable that she wanted to die immediately and never wake up again.

  The originally quiet corridor suddenly became noisy, many patients and their families came out of their rooms to see what was going on, whispering that the girl's father had gone or something.

  Nie Zhiyan stood there stupidly, from her angle she could just see those doctors shaking their heads, then the girl's even more hoarse cry.

  Time seemed to have suddenly broken a hole, and even without giving her any preparatory prelude, it sucked her into the past pain.

  That year she was in her third year of high school, also in the hospital. That year, she lost her father. Her father went onto the operating table and became forever gone, never waking up again.

  She was suddenly brought into a warm embrace, the person holding her tightly, his thick palms covering her eyes, his breath as comforting as it was back then, in the cool night air, he seemed to be her last lifeline.

  He said: "Nie Zhen's words, don't look, don't listen."

  "Be good, I'm right here, as long as you think of me it's fine."

  Seven years ago, on the night her father passed away, he stayed with her all night, sitting in the hospital corridor, not saying a word, just quietly sitting there, holding her hand, which was the only temperature she could feel, like the only light source in the vast universe, so that she wouldn't lose any hope in the silent and cold darkness, and wouldn't be desperate.

  She obediently closed her eyes, and beside her ears were still the noisy voices of people talking and the intermittent crying of girls, but what they were making a fuss about, Nie Zhiyan could no longer hear clearly.

  All her senses were focused on the person beside her, his dense eyelashes brushing against the rough palm of his hand, he seemed to tremble slightly, then his strong palm grasped hers, pulling her away quietly.

  Those sounds gradually faded away, the windows in the corridor were open, and cold wind poured in. Her skirt fluttered, her black hair was like silk, and his fingertips had a warm temperature that was gentle but scorching. His palms had slightly rough calluses, rubbing against hers, just like a sedative that could calm all the chaos.