Chapter 630 Yang Xiaohua makes a decision
The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became solemn and sad. The two people's eyes met, filled with thousands of words, but they were choked in their throats by this cruel reality.
For a moment, only the occasional bird calls outside the window broke the heartbreaking silence.
Yang Xiaohua's lips trembled slightly. After she whispered her feelings from the bottom of her heart, she slowly raised her head. Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, filled with expectation and a hint of sorrow, and she looked straight at Zhao Shuzhuo.
Zhao Shuzhuo's eyes met hers, and for a moment, his heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.
Yang Xiaohua was seen in tears, her tears rolling down like beads from a broken string, her tender cheeks were covered with crystal tear marks, she looked like a delicate flower attacked by wind and rain in spring, so adorable.
It was exactly the same as when they first met, when she looked hurt and pitiful.
At that time, she was behind the stairs suffering from her father's illness and her own future, but now, the source of this sadness was the impending separation from him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Shuzhuo's chest tightened and the feeling of heartache was like a surging tide, instantly drowning him.
He didn't have time to think, he stood up suddenly and walked towards Yang Xiaohua eagerly.
Every step seemed to be carried with tremendous force, as if to cross the gap imposed on them by reality.
Coming to the bed, he gently sat down beside Yang Xiaohua and stretched out his hand carefully. His fingers trembled slightly, with infinite tenderness and care.
He gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from her, as if by wiping away those tears, he could wipe away the sadness in her heart.
"Xiaohua,"
Zhao Shuzhuo spoke, his voice low but full of affection.
"Are you willing to go with me to the Great Northern Wilderness, to my hometown?"
There was a glimmer of longing in his eyes, and he tried to paint a beautiful picture for her with words.
"It's so beautiful there. Just imagine the vast expanse of black soil, shining glossily in the sun, like a huge piece of natural silk."
"In the fields, the rice waves roll, and when the breeze blows, the rice rustles, as if the earth is singing softly. Although it is not as lively and prosperous as the city,"
He paused slightly, his eyes gently locked on Yang Xiaohua.
"But the people there are honest and kind. Neighbors always greet each other warmly when they meet. If a family is in trouble, everyone will lend a hand without hesitation. The old people in the village always tell the children stories from the past with a kind smile."
Zhao Shuzhuo's tone became more soothing, and the pictures he described became more vivid.
"The mountains are picturesque, the water is clear, the scenery is pleasant, the clear stream gurgles, and the streamside is full of unknown wild flowers, colorful. In summer, butterflies and bees dance among the flowers. The scenery is beautiful beyond words."
"Besides, your father is ill, and the air there is so fresh that it seems to have been filtered. It is the best place for him to recuperate."
Having said that, his eyes were full of anticipation, and one hand unconsciously held Yang Xiaohua's hand, tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next second.
"This way we can be together, will you come with me?"
That last sentence, as light as a whisper, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds, hung in the hearts of the two, waiting for the judgment of fate.
When Yang Xiaohua heard this, tears blurred her eyes again. She was struggling painfully in her heart. On the one hand, she had a passionate love for Zhao Shuzhuo.
On the other hand, she was afraid and worried about the unknown future. But looking at the expectation in Zhao Shuzhuo's eyes, she knew that this decision would change her life.
Inside the ward, dim lights sprinkled in every corner, making the quiet atmosphere even more intense.
After Zhao Shuzhuo's words, which were full of affection and expectation, fell, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the air.
Yang Xiaohua lowered her head slightly, and the hair on her forehead fell down in a messy manner, covering most of her face, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment.
Her hands subconsciously clutched a corner of the quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if this could help her grasp the courage in her heart.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and every passing second was stretched infinitely. The ward was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the ticking sound of the wall clock.
After a long time, Yang Xiaohua seemed to have finally broken free from the tangled whirlpool and secretly made up her mind. She took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, and looked at Zhao Shuzhuo with a firm gaze.
"Brother Zhao, I am willing to go with you,"
She spoke, her voice soft but full of unquestionable determination, but as she changed the subject, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
"But...but my father is sick now and it's not suitable for him to move."
After saying that, her gaze unconsciously turned to her father who was still unconscious on the hospital bed. Her eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes, as if they would burst out in the next second.
When Zhao Shuzhuo heard Yang Xiaohua personally agree to go to the Great Northern Wilderness with him, at that moment he felt his heart beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
An irrepressible joy suddenly surged into his heart. Without thinking, he reached out and excitedly held Yang Xiaohua's hand.
Those hands were trembling slightly with excitement, and the palms were full of sweat, as if they were holding the most precious treasure in the world.
However, just for a moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he quickly let go of his hand, and rubbed it on his clothes in a hurry, trying to wipe off the sweat on his hands.
He lowered his head slightly, a blush appeared on his cheeks, and he didn't dare to look directly into Yang Xiaohua's eyes, like a child who had done something wrong.
After a moment, he tried to calm his excitement, raised his head, and said to Yang Xiaohua sincerely:
"Xiaohua, it's okay, I can wait for you as long as you are willing."
His voice trembled slightly, but was filled with endless affection.
"I am willing to wait for my uncle to get better, even if it takes months or even years, as long as... as long as we can be together."
When he said this, his eyes became more determined, as if he was swearing to the whole world.
Zhao Shuzhuo straightened his back slightly, clenched his fists tightly, as if to cheer himself up, and then continued:
"Xiaohua, I swear that I will never let you suffer any injustice. In the Great Northern Wilderness, I will protect you from the wind and rain. I will use all my strength to give you and your uncle a warm home."
"No matter the cold or heat, or the hardships, I want to always protect you and make you happy."
Every word he spoke had a loud sound and echoed in the ward, as if it was the most solemn promise for the future.
At this time, the atmosphere in the ward was filled with longing for the future, but also mixed with worries about the difficulties of reality.
There was a gleam of emotion and hope in Yang Xiaohua's eyes, while Zhao Shuzhuo had a determined look on his face. They knew that the road ahead was long and full of difficulties.
But as long as the two hearts are closely connected, they will be able to break through the haze and usher in a beautiful tomorrow that belongs to them.