The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 892 The Housekeeper's Daughter Watching the Young Master's Love (Modern Chapter) 5

But even though she felt heartbroken, Su Xiangran, who had been bedridden for a long time, was no longer able to wipe his tears.

She could only look at the man in front of her quietly, her eyes full of helplessness and reluctance.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Shao Bowen's face was full of sorrow and his voice was trembling, as if the whole world was collapsing.

He held Su Xiangran's hand tightly, his eyes full of helplessness and fear.

"Why can a minor cold turn into such a serious illness?" he muttered to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Su Xiangran raised her hand with difficulty, wanting to comfort him, but was unable to do so due to her weak body.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she started coughing uncontrollably, which was heartbreaking.

After finally catching her breath, she said slowly, "I'm already this old, and it's common for me to get sick or have a disaster. Brother Wen, please don't be like this."

Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"I would rather be the one who is sick." Shao Bowen's face was full of worry, tears welling up in his eyes, "You haven't suffered this for many years, I feel bad!"

His voice was choked and his hands were clenched into fists, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.

"You!" Su Xiangran forced a smile, "Isn't it just drinking some bitter medicine? What's the big deal?"

She tried to lighten the atmosphere with a light tone, but the paleness and fatigue on her face betrayed her true condition.

"But..." Shao Bowen's anxiety grew worse and worse. He knew that Su Xiangran's body was already showing signs of decline. "I'm really scared."

His voice was tearful, as if he would collapse in the next second.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!" Su Xiangran gently patted Shao Bowen's hand, her eyes firm, "Even if we really separate in this life, we will still meet again."

Her words seemed to inject strength into Shao Bowen, calming him down a little.

The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of love and trust for each other.

At this moment, the maid's voice came from outside the door: "Madam, the medicine is ready."

Shao Bowen quickly got up to open the door and took the bowl of hot medicine.

He carefully brought it to the bedside, gently helped Su Xiangran up, and let her lean on the pillow.

Su Xiangran looked at the bowl of black medicine, frowned, and felt a little resistant.

But when she saw Shao Bowen's concerned look, she gritted her teeth and drank it.

The bitter taste filled her mouth, but she did not show any discomfort. Instead, she smiled and said to Shao Bowen, "Look, it's not unpalatable at all."

Shao Bowen gently wiped the liquid medicine from the corner of Su Xiangran's mouth, his eyes full of pampering and heartache: "I'll get you some candied fruit to press it!"

As she was about to turn around and get something from the cabinet, after drinking the medicine, Su Xiangran felt a little better and had more strength. She held Shao Bowen's hand and said, "Brother Wen, have you forgotten that the doctor specifically told us not to use candied fruit to compress the medicine this time?"

After saying this, Su Xiangran seemed a little tired again. She leaned on the pillow and closed her eyes to rest.

Shao Bowen sat on the edge of the bed, feeling even more upset when he saw the person he loved struggling to say a few more words.

But all he could do was stay with her like this, not daring to leave for a moment.

Outside the window, the sunlight shines through the window onto the bed, reflecting Su Xiangran's pale face. Even though this face no longer has the appearance of her youth, he still loves her deeply.

Time passed minute by minute, and the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Shao Bowen held Su Xiangran's hand tightly, feeling her warmth, fearing that she would suddenly leave him.

Finally, Su Xiangran slowly opened her eyes and saw Shao Bowen still guarding her side, and she smiled with relief.

She whispered, "Thank you for always being by my side, honey."

Su Xiangran did not call him "Brother Wen" this time, because the people she wanted to thank were not only Shao Bowen, but also the souls who met her in every world.

There may be some differences in appearance, name, and sometimes even personality, but the other person can always come to you accurately.

Shao Bowen held Su Xiangran's hand, with tears in his eyes but the corners of his mouth deliberately raised, making the other person think that he was in a good mood after hearing those "sweet words".

"It's okay, don't hold it in when you're sad." Su Xiangran held his hand back, "I may not be able to accompany you for the last journey, but it doesn't matter, just live well, and come find me when you can't walk anymore.

I will wait for you in my next life! I will definitely wait for you! But, make it clear that you can’t have any other women besides me, otherwise I won’t want you anymore.”

"I'm an old man now, how can I find another woman?" Shao Bowen tapped Su Xiangran's forehead with his other hand, "My little jealous girl!"

"That's good!" Su Xiangran closed her eyes with a smile.

The atmosphere, which had finally become cheerful, dropped to freezing point again at this moment. Shao Bowen's index finger stayed at Su Xiangran's nose for a long time.

This time he was very calm, tears rolled down his cheeks but he didn't cry out loud.