dognovel Chapter 1067 Dumb
Chapter 1067 Dumb
It turns out that she was not the only one lying on the operating table three years ago. It turned out that he donated not ordinary bone marrow, but used his own life in exchange for her lingering life. The sound of a door opening came from downstairs, and the wind chimes rang, startling Shen Zhiyi's hand and shaking, and the diagnosis fell to the ground. Then, Fu Shiyan's voice came from the stairs with the smell of rain, a little softer than usual: "Zhiyi, are you in the attic? I bought your favorite strawberry cake." Strawberry cake. Shen Zhiyi's nails dug deep into her palm. She remembered that on her seventeenth birthday, Fu Shiyan rushed into the ward with a box of strawberry cake like this. The cream smeared his hands, but he smiled like a child: "Happy birthday, Zhiyi. When you get better, let's go to see Monet's exhibition." The sun was shining brightly that day, shining on his face through the glass window, and the scar under his left brow bone glowed with a light pink light. But now, this gentle voice sounded more harsh to Shen Zhiyi's ears than any ridicule. She bent down to pick up the medical certificate on the ground, and pressed it tightly against her chest. The cold cardboard hurt her ribs. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, hitting her ribs, making a drum-like sound, which was particularly clear in the silent attic. It turned out that the guilt that had kept her awake at night for the past three years, the self-condemnation that had kept her awake, and the guilt that she had robbed him of his health were all just a scam he had carefully woven. He was never an angel to save her. He was just a patient, a patient who used his own life to give her a fatal dose of medicine. There were footsteps on the stairs, and Fu Shiyan's voice was getting closer and closer: "Zhiyi? Why aren't you talking?" Shen Zhiyi turned around abruptly, with her back to the stairs, holding the tin box and the letters tightly in her arms. Tears slid down her cheeks, hitting the army-green tin, leaving a small dark stain. What should she do? Rush down and ask him why he lied to her? Hug his knees and cry and say sorry? Or... like three years ago, pick up a knife and cut the same wound on his wrist? The footsteps stopped at the attic door. Fu Shiyan's breath was right behind him, carrying the dampness of the rain outside and the usual cedar scent on his body. "What are you looking at?" His voice was filled with a smile, sounding so gentle, "Have you found your aunt's things?" Shen Zhiyi's body was as stiff as a stone. She could feel his eyes on her trembling shoulders and on the open medical book in her arms. The air seemed to freeze, only the sound of rain outside the window was getting louder and louder, knocking on the glass of the dormer window and also knocking on her heart that was about to break. She knew that this deception that had lasted for three years would finally reveal the bloody truth at this moment. And the long-rusted chain between her and Fu Shiyan would eventually break completely under the impact of the truth, or... tighten until both of them bled. Shen Zhiyi turned around slowly, her eyes meeting Fu Shiyan's smiling eyes. She saw the box of strawberry cake in his hand, the pink wrapping paper looked particularly dazzling in the gray attic. "Fu Shiyan," she heard her voice trembling, but very clear, "What on earth is going on?" She held up the diagnosis book and turned the cover towards him. The pale but smiling Fu Shiyan in the photo seemed to be silently questioning the person in front of him. The smile on Fu Shiyan's face froze instantly, and the tenderness in his eyes receded like a tide, leaving only shock and a trace of imperceptible panic. He looked at the diagnosis book in Shen Zhiyi's hand, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word. The attic fell into deathly silence, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, intertwined with the rapid breathing of the two. Shen Zhiyi stared at Fu Shiyan intently. She saw his face turn pale little by little, saw his fingers curl up subconsciously, and saw his Adam's apple roll up and down. "Speak!" She finally couldn't help but raise her voice, tears welling up again. "What the hell is going on? Tell me!" Fu Shiyan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the panic in his eyes had been replaced by a deep pain. He looked at Shen Zhiyi, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Zhiyi, listen to my explanation..." "Explain?" Shen Zhiyi laughed, her laughter filled with endless sadness and anger. "Explain why you lied to me? Explain why you risked your life to save mine? Fu Shiyan, what do you think I am? A pathetic person who needs you to sacrifice yourself to save me?" She slammed the medical certificate to the ground, the dull sound of the paper echoing in the silent attic. "Do you know how I've lived these past three years? I feel guilty every day, thinking every day that if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be like this! I even... I even thought about dying!" Fu Shiyan took a sudden step forward, trying to grab her hand, but Shen Zhiyi shook him off. "Don't touch me!" She screamed like a stung hedgehog, "Fu Shiyan, I hate you! I hate you for lying to me!" Fu Shiyan's hands froze in mid-air, and the pain in his eyes deepened. "Zhiyi, I didn't mean to lie to you," his voice was filled with pleading, "I just... I'm just afraid you can't stand it." "Afraid I can't stand it?" Shen Zhiyi's tears flowed even harder, "Do you think I can stand this? You make me live in your lies, and let me bear the guilt you paid for with your life. Do you think this is fair to me?" The raindrops hit the glass, as if accompanying this fierce quarrel. Shen Zhiyi looked at Fu Shiyan's pale face, the pain and helplessness in his eyes, and suddenly felt powerless. She remembered the rainy night three years ago, when he pinched her wrist and pressed it on the consent form for surgery; she remembered the deep worry in his eyes when he visited her in the mental hospital; she remembered how he would quietly come to her bedside every night after she fell asleep and tuck in the corners of the quilt for her. It turns out that behind all that tenderness, there is such a cruel truth. Shen Zhiyi slowly squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and burst into tears. She didn't know whether she should hate him or be grateful to him. She only knew that her world had completely collapsed at this moment. Fu Shiyan stood there, looking at Shen Zhiyi who was squatting on the ground crying. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and it hurt so much that he could hardly breathe. He knew that what was coming would always come, but he didn't expect it to be in this way, at such a moment. He slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, wanting to pat her back gently, but was afraid of being thrown away by her again. In the end, he just sat quietly beside her,