Cold Winter
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In the hospital room, Chen Xinmu lies weakly in bed, her body filled with tubes. Beside her, Han Bingxuan tightly holds her hand in his palm. Even though the air conditioning in the room is set to the highest temperature, her body remains icy cold.
She actually couldn't hold on any longer by the end of the wedding; she held on with all her strength just to present her most beautiful self in front of Han Bingxuan, as if experiencing a fleeting moment of vitality, allowing her to last until the end of their wedding.
Chen Xinmu Weiwei opened her eyes slightly; she was so weak that she had no strength left to lift her eyelids. In a barely audible voice, she said, "Xuan, I want to go."
Han Bingxuan forced a smile and said with great difficulty, "Don’t talk nonsense; you’ll get better, very soon."
Chen Xinmu shook her head slightly and said, "No, I know that I'm very content with everything I've been able to do. I never expected to be able to marry you."
As she said this, her eyes lit up, as if she regained her energy, and continued, "Actually, Han Bingxuan, you've always been a coward."
She laughed lightly, but her eyes quickly dimmed. She gently said, "Just like how you've never dared to confess your feelings to me."
Han Bingxuan lowered his head and choked out, "So you have to stay with me, that way I have more time to confess to you, and you'll be able to wait for my confession."
Chen Xinmu shook her head, her eyes growing dimmer: "What a pity, I won't be able to wait any longer."
Her thoughts drifted back to that summer when she first met him, the cheerful "senior" and his drowsy face.
The heart rate monitor next to him gradually turned into a straight line. Han Bingxuan lowered his head, tears falling onto Chen Xinmu's hand. Han Bingxuan opened his mouth wide, crying silently.
He was afraid of disturbing Chen Xinmu's final slumber.
On the bed, Chen Xinmu closed her eyes, unsure whether she was saying it to herself or to him in her heart for the last time.
Coward, if there’s a next life, remember to confess to me earlier, okay?
I don't want to suffer like this anymore.
——————
Han Bingxuan walked to the airport, and beside him, Zhao Lei sighed and said softly, "Remember to take care of yourself."
Han Bingxuan nodded with a smile.
The funeral of Chen Xinmu has concluded, with only a few people able to attend.
He plans to travel around the world to see the landscapes he once discussed with Chen Xinmu during university.
At the bottom of his suitcase lay a photo.
It was one he had secretly taken of her.
This could be considered a honeymoon trip, Han Bingxuan chuckled.
The sunlight poured over him, warm and gentle.
He turned and walked towards the boarding gate, leaving Zhao Lei with a waving back.
His story with Chen Xinmu began in the summer and ended in this late winter.
The end
In the hospital room, Chen Xinmu lies weakly in bed, her body filled with tubes. Beside her, Han Bingxuan tightly holds her hand in his palm. Even though the air conditioning in the room is set to the highest temperature, her body remains icy cold.
She actually couldn't hold on any longer by the end of the wedding; she held on with all her strength just to present her most beautiful self in front of Han Bingxuan, as if experiencing a fleeting moment of vitality, allowing her to last until the end of their wedding.
Chen Xinmu Weiwei opened her eyes slightly; she was so weak that she had no strength left to lift her eyelids. In a barely audible voice, she said, "Xuan, I want to go."
Han Bingxuan forced a smile and said with great difficulty, "Don’t talk nonsense; you’ll get better, very soon."
Chen Xinmu shook her head slightly and said, "No, I know that I'm very content with everything I've been able to do. I never expected to be able to marry you."
As she said this, her eyes lit up, as if she regained her energy, and continued, "Actually, Han Bingxuan, you've always been a coward."
She laughed lightly, but her eyes quickly dimmed. She gently said, "Just like how you've never dared to confess your feelings to me."
Han Bingxuan lowered his head and choked out, "So you have to stay with me, that way I have more time to confess to you, and you'll be able to wait for my confession."
Chen Xinmu shook her head, her eyes growing dimmer: "What a pity, I won't be able to wait any longer."
Her thoughts drifted back to that summer when she first met him, the cheerful "senior" and his drowsy face.
The heart rate monitor next to him gradually turned into a straight line. Han Bingxuan lowered his head, tears falling onto Chen Xinmu's hand. Han Bingxuan opened his mouth wide, crying silently.
He was afraid of disturbing Chen Xinmu's final slumber.
On the bed, Chen Xinmu closed her eyes, unsure whether she was saying it to herself or to him in her heart for the last time.
Coward, if there’s a next life, remember to confess to me earlier, okay?
I don't want to suffer like this anymore.
——————
Han Bingxuan walked to the airport, and beside him, Zhao Lei sighed and said softly, "Remember to take care of yourself."
Han Bingxuan nodded with a smile.
The funeral of Chen Xinmu has concluded, with only a few people able to attend.
He plans to travel around the world to see the landscapes he once discussed with Chen Xinmu during university.
At the bottom of his suitcase lay a photo.
It was one he had secretly taken of her.
This could be considered a honeymoon trip, Han Bingxuan chuckled.
The sunlight poured over him, warm and gentle.
He turned and walked towards the boarding gate, leaving Zhao Lei with a waving back.
His story with Chen Xinmu began in the summer and ended in this late winter.
The end