Chapter 616: Confession for Zhao Shuzhuo
Wang Jianguo's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the ward and making the already complicated atmosphere even more subtle.
Yang Xiaohua widened her eyes, filled with shock and emotion. Her gaze shifted back and forth between Wang Jianguo and Zhao Shuzhuo, as if trying to confirm the authenticity of all this.
The air in the ward seemed to be frozen, filled with a subtle yet heart-pounding atmosphere.
Yang Xiaohua subconsciously raised her eyes and slowly looked at Zhao Shuzhuo.
At this moment, Zhao Shuzhuo stood tall but seemed a little uncomfortable. His face, which always showed courage and determination, was now tinged with a faint blush.
Like the clouds in the sky illuminated by the rosy glow of spring, the blush spread from his cheeks to his ears, making him look even more at a loss.
Yang Xiaohua's heartbeat suddenly quickened, as if a deer was running around in her chest. She felt her face burning as if it was being burned by fire.
After that gaze stayed on Zhao Shuzhuo for a short while, it was as if it had been electrocuted, and it quickly retracted its gaze.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the force, in an attempt to calm her inner panic.
Then, as if she had done something wrong, she lowered her head shyly, almost burying her head in her chest.
Her long, shiny black hair slid down like a black curtain, half covering her flushed face.
She pursed her lips and bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth, trying to hold back the words that were about to slip out of her mouth.
For a moment, the only sound in the entire ward was her slightly rapid breathing, and she just stood there quietly, without saying a word.
She seemed to be immersed in her own little world, or as if she was trying hard to digest everything she had just learned. The hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
At this moment, Zhao Shuzhuo was like a young man who had not experienced the world. His usual calmness and competence disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a flushed face.
It was red from the ears to the neck, and the crimson color was even more eye-catching against his wheat-colored skin.
He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked and very dry. He finally squeezed out a few words:
"That...little...little flower."
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled unconsciously and he stuttered a bit, which was completely different from his usual powerful tone.
He raised his hand in panic, scratched his head, and looked away, not daring to look directly into Yang Xiaohua's eyes.
After a pause, he seemed to have mustered up great courage and continued:
"I didn't mean anything else, really. Do you remember that day? At the corner of the dim staircase in the hospital, the lights flickered, and I was walking hurriedly when I suddenly heard a faint sob. I turned my head subconsciously and saw you."
At this point, a gleam of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and his speech slowed down a little, as if he had returned to that scene again.
"You cried like a pear blossom in the rain, tears kept rolling down your cheeks, your eyes were red, like a wounded little rabbit."
"But even so, you're still so beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you. I've never seen a girl cry so beautifully."
Zhao Shuzhuo's voice gradually became lower and lower, with a hint of intoxication in his heart. But as soon as he said this, he seemed to realize something and waved his hands quickly.
"That's not what I meant. I meant that seeing you so sad and helpless, it felt like something was tugging at my heart. I just wanted to do something to help you and couldn't help but want to protect you."
He became more and more excited as he spoke. He took a step forward and gestured unconsciously in the air with his hands:
"But I asked Jianguo to help you, not to threaten you. Please don't misunderstand me and don't think too much. I just simply can't bear to see you suffer. I hope you can live a better life and be happier. This is my only wish."
After saying this, he let out a long sigh, as if he had finally poured out everything in his heart.
But he still didn't dare to look at Yang Xiaohua head on. He just glanced at her secretly, with the blush on his face not fading at all, waiting for her response.
Yang Xiaohua stood aside, head down, hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes, the blush on her face never faded.
After hearing Zhao Shuzhuo's heartfelt explanation, her lips trembled slightly. She seemed to want to say something but didn't know where to start.
Her hands were entangled nervously in front of her body, and her fingers subconsciously clenched and unclenched over and over again, as if this could relieve the tension and shyness in her heart.
She didn't even have the courage to look up at Zhao Shuzhuo. She just nodded gently, her voice as soft as the breeze blowing across the strings of a zither, and she said with a bit of shyness and certainty:
"I know...Brother Zhao, you are a gentleman."
The subtle sound was particularly clear in the silent ward, like a small stone thrown into a calm lake of heart, filling the surrounding air with a hint of sweetness.
Wang Jianguo, who was standing nearby, saw the whole scene. He looked at the two men talking to each other, their eyes dodging, their words stuttering, their shyness and embarrassment fully revealed, and he could not help but shook his head helplessly.
The corners of his mouth slightly lifted up, revealing a faint bitter smile, which contained both a mockery of the two people's immature feelings and tolerance of the current situation.
Wang Jianguo raised his hand slightly and touched his forehead, as if lamenting the two people's "dilly-dallying". Then he cleared his throat, breaking the charming atmosphere of the moment, and said:
"You two should take care of yourselves. Brother Shuzhuo, I came here to tell you something serious."
Having said this, he paused slightly, his expression became a little more solemn, his eyes were directed straight at Zhao Shuzhuo, and then he said:
"Secretary Dong will be discharged from the hospital and go home today."
As soon as these words came out, it was as if an electric current passed through the ward, instantly dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere just now and bringing everyone's thoughts back to reality.
The atmosphere became solemn. Everyone knew that Secretary Dong's discharge from the hospital might herald the beginning of a series of new situations.
When Zhao Shuzhuo heard what Wang Jianguo said, the muscles on his face suddenly stiffened and his eyes widened instantly, full of disbelief. He looked shocked as if he had heard some Arabian Nights fairy tale.
"Why so sudden? Are you going to be discharged today?"
His voice unconsciously rose, with a hint of urgency and panic, breaking the original silence of the ward.
He spoke very quickly and waved his hands in the air subconsciously, as if this could express his inner surprise.