Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âI want to go home.â
Su Qingsangâs voice was very quiet and Huo Jinyao could feel the exhaustion in her voice. She was really not in the mood to check out cars.
âOkay, letâs go home.â
Huo Jinyao looked at her pale face. He didnât ask about what had happened and took her straight to the car.
Su Qingsang did not speak a single word, she simply stared blankly at the window.
Huo Jinyao would turn around and check on her once in a while because he was worried. âWife?â
Su Qingsang closed her eyes, reluctant to talk.
Huo Jinyao stopped talking and simply accelerated so they could get home faster.
Sister Lu had already prepared the meal. She greeted them when she saw them coming in.
âSister Lu, you can leave early today. Clean up the rest tomorrow.â
Sister Lu knew something was wrong when she looked at Su Qingsang. She nodded her head and left.
âWife, letâs eat first.â
Huo Jinyao helped Su Qingsang sit down at the dinner table. He stood up and got her a bowl of soup when he saw that she wasnât planning to move at all.
âLu Jie must have made the stew early. Have some while itâs still warm.â
Su Qingsang held the soup and the warmth of it made her feel a bit at ease. She took a sip and placed the bowl on the table.
âWhatâs wrong, is it too hot?â Huo Jinyao had been keeping an eye on her. âLet it cool down a bit. How about we eat first? Iâll go get some rice for you.â
âItâs alright.â Su Qingsang got up. âI donât feel like eating anymore.â
Huo Jinyao wasnât going to let her leave. As she was about to turn and leave, Huo Jingyao quickly grabbed her hand and got her to sit back down.
âWhatâs wrong? Even if you have no appetite, just have a little bit. Youâll get sick.â
âIâm not hungry.â
âYouâll still need to eat something.â Huo Jinyao was persistent. He held down her shoulders, preventing her from getting up. âListen, just have a little bit.â
âI told you, Iâm not eating.â
After Su Qingsang finished her sentence, she realized Huo Jinyao seemed frightened by her sudden outburst. She took her hand back and looked somewhat rejected.
âSorry, I didnât mean to yell at you.â
âI know.â Huo Jinyao nodded. He looked at Su Qingsang and pulled her to his lap.
Su Qingsang struggled for a while but she was no match for his strength.
âHuo Jinyao, you...â
âWhat happened?â
âNothing.â Su Qingsang was reluctant to talk. This was the first time that a patient of hers had committed suicide.
âWife.â Huo Jinyao held her face in his palm. His dark eyes stared right into her.
âYouâre my wife and Iâm your husband. Thereâs nothing you canât share with me.â
His palm was firm and warm.
His eyes were attentive and sincere.
The grief that she had been suppressing all afternoon was bursting to come out.
âZhang Meiâs dead.â
âWhoâs Zhang Mei?â
âZhang Mei was a pregnant woman.â Su Qingsang briefly explained todayâs incident. âI... I donât know why she killed herself. She was still young, she could have had more kids. I...â
Huo Jinyao gave her a tight hug and gently patted her back.
âItâs not your fault. Wife, listen to me. This had nothing to do with you.â
Su Qingsang didnât reply. How could she not be to blame? She could have paid more attention to the womanâs mental health or asked the nurses to keep a closer eye on her. Maybe she wouldnât have...
âWife.â Huo Jinyao loosened his grip and rested his arm on her shoulders. He looked at her. âLook at me. Listen, this had nothing to do with you. Stop thinking about it.â
How could she not? She could still vividly remember the image of Zhang Mei lying in a pool of blood.