roccoschili Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Chapter 113Other than terminal illnesses, most ailments could be cured. Yet people still asked about them—it was a way of showing their concern and care.
There were countless sick people in the world. But why didn’t passersby rush up to comfort every coughing stranger? It was because everyone else was just that—strangers.
The moment Xie Shiqing heard her question, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She forced herself to hold back the surge of emotion, but her voice still rose a little,
"Just another month or so of recovery, then I should be able to walk normally again."
"No more injections, just medication now."
As she spoke, her fingers tightened, clutching Zhong Ning’s hand, and the latter didn’t pull away, allowing her to hold on like that.
Little pine mushroom was playing alone in the open space ahead, bouncing the balloon high into the air.hat made every word sound like a heartfelt confession straight from the soul?
Zhong Ning stared deeply into her eyes, watching the redness in her tear-filled gaze. For a long while, she couldn’t say anything.
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The cool autumn wind carried ginkgo leaves in spiraling swirls through the air. It was still early in the season—the centers of the ginkgo leaves were tinged with green, transitioning gradually toward a ginger-yellow at the edges.
A leaf floated gently down, landing in Xie Shiqing’s hair.
She truly had a beautiful name, and a beautiful face. Heaven had granted her extraordinary favor, letting her be born nearly at the pinnacle of the world. But fate was fair—it had given Xie Shiqing a life of cruelty and a heart shattered and twisted by it.
Had she really understood? Had she truly repented?
Zhong Ning focused her gaze on her face, watching the tears sparkle in the sunlight like crystal. Yet within her dark, lifeless pupils, no emotions could be read. Still, her expression conveyed relief, remorse, and a kind of clarity that brought with it liberation.
It was as if she were saying—
It’s all right. No matter what answer you give, I can accept it.
She was willing to accept the judgment of fate, and the judgment of the one she loved, and for that she had humbly lowered her head.
Zhong Ning couldn’t be certain, and she couldn’t make a decision lightly.
It wasn’t that Xie Shiqing hadn’t done well enough—but that she had to take responsibility for the rest of her life.
She couldn’t afford another emotional upheaval.
Being betrayed after blindly placing her trust, and being betrayed after deep thought and careful consideration—these were two completely different levels of pain.
The latter was far more devastating. It could crush a person, leaving them to fall into a suffocating abyss from which they’d never rise again.
Besides, how much courage and generosity did it take to trust someone who had once hurt you?
Her caution now, even if it left Xie Shiqing feeling uncertain or disappointed, was necessary—because if she gave her heart wrongly again, the consequences would be far worse.
Thinking of the possible heartbreak and unbearable pain that might await her, Zhong Ning had no choice but to be careful—extremely careful.
She would rather take her time, observe slowly, and consider thoroughly. After all, time was the only true test of everything.
Better that than rushing to agree, only to step back into an unknown whirlpool.