Xia Qianchen realized the meaning of Nangong Young Emperor's words.
He really had this idea.
She shook her head, feeling extremely flustered and uneasy: "No, I have already made an agreement with Leng Tianchen."
"..."
"There's no room for you anymore, and I won't allow you to step in, do you hear me?" She said nervously, "Don't make trouble."
I thought anxiously, Young Emperor Nangong, please don’t do stupid things for me, it’s not worth it, it’s not worth it...
Young Emperor Nangong's green eyes sparkled: "What if I want to insert it?"
"I don't agree!"
"Have you really made an agreement?" he asked again.
"Well," Xia Qianchen looked away, "you know he is sick, I am also sick, and he and I are just companions. Please let me go back."
"You're keeping him company, what about me?"
"If you are willing, No. 0328..."
Young Emperor Nangong interrupted Leng Lie: "I don't mind giving No. 0328 to Mr. Leng so that they can keep each other company. Qianchen, you can go back if you want, give me a better reason."
"..."
"Convince me."
"Love...him." Xia Qianchen took a long time to squeeze out these words.
Young Emperor Nangong's heart felt a sharp pain, and he held her chin: "Look into my eyes and say."
Xia Qianchen bit her lip, stared into his eyes, and said calmly: "I love Leng Tianchen, I love him."
"Really?" Young Emperor Nangong was not jealous or angry as usual, but surprisingly calm.
Xia Qianchen was afraid that he would not believe it, so she strengthened her tone: "I love Leng Tianchen, I don't love you anymore..."
"You don't love me anymore?"
"yes."
Young Emperor Nangong suddenly let go, got off the window sill, walked barefoot to the room, picked up a pen and paper and wrote something.
Xia Qianchen was left hanging on the spot, seeing that Young Emperor Nangong was so focused on writing that he seemed to have forgotten her existence...
She feels that Young Emperor Nangong today is really strange...
She got off the window sill, approached and asked, "What are you doing?"
"If you don't want me, I have no choice but to donate all my organs." He said without raising his head.
"What did you say?"
Xia Qianchen felt briefly dizzy and hurriedly stepped forward, and sure enough she saw Young Emperor Nangong holding an organ donation form.
"You're crazy!" Xia Qianchen stamped her feet anxiously!
"I'm sober now."
"I have a heart disease..." Xia Qianchen pressed her chest, "Don't rush me like this, I will faint..."
Young Emperor Nangong finally paused for a moment and looked up at her: "You don't love me, why are you still worried about me?"
Xia Qianchen's tears were already welling up in her eyes. She wiped the back of her hand quickly and cried: "Young Emperor Nangong, why are you forcing me like this?"
He looked at her seriously: "You are forcing me, Qianchen."
"I hope you live a good life, I hope you are happy..." She sobbed sadly and said, "I'm not good, I'm really not good, I don't deserve this."
If Young Emperor Nangong had an accident because of her, she would really feel guilty.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes darkened and he stared at her and said, "Without you, what happiness is there?"
"I'm about to die, and you're still threatening me?"
"..."
"You just have the heart to do this to me?" Xia Qianchen asked in disbelief.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes were blazing and he was speechless.
Xia Qianchen walked over and grabbed the form, and he quickly took it away.
"Give it to me, stop making trouble!" Xia Qianchen jumped up anxiously to grab it, but couldn't get it.
Suddenly he pressed her shoulders, fearing that she would move too much and cause heart discomfort.
"Young Emperor Nangong, stop playing and give it to me!"
Young Emperor Nangong looked serious and did not look like he was joking at all.
"So what if you rob it," he said, "I can make thousands of copies."
"You really want to do this to me?!" She glared at him fiercely, "Make me feel guilty, make me feel pain, make me sad..."
"What did you do to me?" He raised her chin.
Her tears flowed down her cheeks, and he frowned. Finally, he couldn't bear her tears anymore, so he lowered his head and kissed her away softly.
He was just trying his best to make one last move.
I hope she can turn her love for him into the motivation to work hard to live.
He owed her so much and it was too late to make up for it, too late to treat her well and give her happiness.
It’s too late to marry her, it’s too late to have children, it’s too late to grow old together...
There were so many things that were too late, and they should have had more time to enjoy and love each other.
Nangong Young Emperor's lips traveled to hers, pressed against hers hotly, and kissed her.
Tears melted into my mouth, and the salty taste mingled with it.
The lingering kiss finally melted her heart, and she leaned against him sadly.
She is the one who doesn't want to be separated from him the most. Which woman doesn't want to grow old happily in the arms of the man she loves most?
Xia Qianchen reached out and hugged him, burying her face in his arms: "What on earth do you want me to do..."
"Stay with me, accompany me," he also hugged her. "Only if you are by my side, can I live happily."
"You know I can't do it..."
"For the sake of pity for me," his voice became deeper and deeper, "Qianchen, you work hard to do it."
Pitiful?
One day, these two words will actually appear from Nangong Young Emperor's self-evaluation.
Xia Qianchen's heart felt so sour, and she hugged him tightly: "Young Emperor Nangong, you are not pitiful at all, and I don't want you to be pitiful."
Young Emperor Nangong held her hand: "Then let me love you."
Xia Qianchen's eyes were filled with tears.
"If you only have one day, give me your whole day." He kissed the back of her hand. "I won't hesitate to share it with others for even one second. I'm so selfish."
"..."
"This is also the best way for you to treat me."
Happiness was already so short-lived, how could she bear to shorten it even further.
Xia Qianchen looked at him, her heart so blocked that she could not speak.
There was no more argument, she nodded and leaned against his chest.
If he thinks being with her is the happiest thing, she is willing to give him the last second of her life.
She wished that time would remain at this moment.
She was in his arms and he held her.
Nangong Young Emperor's steady heartbeat rose and fell, and every sound made her feel a feeling similar to being moved.
You will be moved when you listen to him speak, you will be moved when you hug him, and even when he breathes, you will be moved.
My heart seemed to be blown by the breeze and the sun was shining, just like the beautiful and warm spring in Ireland, and the peace of the whole world in the blooming of spring flowers.
"Emperor..." she suddenly asked vaguely, "Why did I meet you?"