On the way to the hospital, Zheng Zaisheng kept trembling. After they arrived, his wounds were examined and bandaged, and a sedative was administered. He lay on the hospital bed with his head resting against Zhao Linxiu's shoulder, his blinking gradually slowing until his eyes softly closed.
Zhao Linxiu held him tightly, dread flooding his chest.
Although Zhao Linxiu had intended to come the moment Zheng Zaisheng sent him his location, he had run into an acquaintance and been delayed by five minutes. If he had been any later...
Zhao Linxiu took a deep breath. Once Zheng Zaisheng was sound asleep, he gently laid him down on the bed, then took out his phone and messaged his assistant.
Zheng Zaisheng occasionally shuddered in fear in his dreams. Every time, Zhao Linxiu immediately took hold of his hand and gently brushed against his cheek. Zheng Zaisheng would then tilt his head toward him, every inch of his expression filled with "longing."
Under ordinary circumstances, Zhao Linxiu would have been delighted that Zheng Zaisheng depended on and trusted him. But seeing him hurt, all Zhao Linxiu felt was heartache. At last, he understood something Jiang Tingxu had once said while drunk: "You might be carefree now, but someday, you may meet someone from whom you won't need any declaration of sincerity. As long as they're well, you'll be happy."
"Just be well." Zhao Linxiu spoke softly. He pressed his forehead gently against Zheng Zaisheng's for a long while. Because he did not want to take advantage of him, that kiss never fell.
Zhao Linxiu stayed by Zheng Zaisheng's side for three hours. Only after making sure he was all right did he go out into the corridor.
His assistant had sent him a great deal of information. That man was named Xie