Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: A Moment’s Midnight Dream Return Chapter 191: Chapter 191: A Moment’s Midnight Dream Return The hospital at night is very different from during the day, which bustles like a market, so crowded that describing it as seas of people wouldn’t be an exaggeration; but at night, the hospital is almost devoid of people, with only the emergency department’s lights still on.

He made his way forward with practiced ease, turning corners, entering the elevator, and exiting the elevator.

As he passed the Nurse station in the Inpatient Department, the nurse on duty, who had been dozing off, heard footsteps from a distance and looked up; her eyes clearly lit up when she saw it was He Xing.

Fu Han was staying in a deluxe ward, which was as spacious and bright as a hotel suite, with its own restroom and a small bed for nighttime company.

He Xing stood at the door and peered inside; Fu Han was sleeping quietly there, while Su Cheng was napping with his head on her bed.

He looked closely and saw that although Fu Han’s hand was outside the cover, it was not touching Su Cheng.

He Xing let out a sigh of relief, and as he did, he couldn’t help but mock himself inwardly for being so petty and secretly jealous.

He tiptoed through the door, and the two people inside remained undisturbed, continuing to sleep peacefully.

He Xing placed the laptop on the ward’s simple desk, then approached Fu Han’s bedside, bending down to look at her.

She seemed to be dreaming, probably of something painful, as her delicate eyebrows knitted together and her cherry-blossom-like lips were tightly clenched, revealing a small row of clear gums.

He Xing’s heart immediately ached, and he bent down to touch Fu Han’s brow, wishing to rescue her from the nightmare, not daring to make a sound for fear his voice would plunge her into a deeper one.

Suddenly, Fu Han’s eyes opened, she glanced at him, smiled, and then wrapped her arms around his, closing her eyes again and falling into a deep sleep.noveldrama

God knows how nervous He Xing was when Fu Han opened her eyes; he was so afraid her emotions would collapse again, so afraid she would suffer even the slightest harm.

But instead of screaming or being frightened, she actually smiled at him.

He Xing’s heart felt as if it had grown wings, flying from the abyss to the clouds, so happy he didn’t know what to say; he had an intuition that the person who had just opened her eyes was Fu Han herself, the Fu Han who recognized him.

In the midst of night, a beam of light suddenly appeared, lighting up He Xing’s heart that had been darkened for the better part of the day, and he suddenly felt life was filled with hope, and the hurdles ahead seemed insignificant.

When the first light of dawn shone through the window, Fu Han opened her eyes. Like a startled deer, she looked around frantically and immediately felt relieved upon seeing Su Cheng sleeping beside the bed.

However, the next moment she saw someone leaning over the simple desk not far from the foot of her bed, the light from his computer indicating that he must have fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion; she remembered that this person was He Xing.

Su Cheng had told her this man was her boyfriend, the one she liked.

After waking up yesterday, she was terrified just hearing this person’s voice, not even daring to look at him; now that He Xing was asleep, she could take a good look at him.

He Xing was in a corner where sunlight couldn’t reach, yet he simply lay there, and Fu Han felt as if he could shine.

Although she still felt somewhat afraid of him in her heart, she couldn’t deny that he was indeed very handsome, with skin even fairer than a girl’s and lips that seemed to be naturally tinted. His nose was straight but not in a smooth, slide-like way; it had a slight hump in the middle that made his face all the more three-dimensional.

His eyes were closed so she couldn’t see them clearly, but his eyelashes were like false ones, layer upon layer, very long and curled, the kind many people would envy.

After thoroughly assessing him, Fu Han concluded in her heart that He Xing was indeed an exceptionally handsome man, even more handsome than Su Cheng.

Thinking this, she turned to look at Su Cheng, only to realize that he was already awake and staring at her unblinkingly.

Their eyes met, both their faces reddened, and Fu Han became even more flustered, hurriedly averting her gaze.

In fact, when Su Cheng had talked to her about her past with He Xing yesterday, she had really wanted to ask what Su Cheng felt about her, but instinct told her she should absolutely not ask.

However, at this moment, she felt that whether or not to ask was no longer important; Su Cheng had already told her what she wanted to know with his gaze.

A Doctor came in for rounds, and He Xing finally woke up. His first reaction upon waking was to look at Fu Han, but she was noticeably avoiding him, never once looking his way.

He Xing’s heart sank once more, for he had hoped all night that perhaps Fu Han would return to her old self by morning, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

The Doctor’s rounds concluded with instructions to keep Fu Han relaxed and not to provoke her, as she might remember past events, especially since her brain scan from yesterday showed no problems.

After rounds, it was the nurse’s turn to change Fu Han’s dressing. As He Xing watched the nurse peel away the bandages from Fu Han’s face, his heart grew heavier, each step the nurse took like a knife slicing into He Xing’s heart.

Finally, the last layer of gauze was removed, and Fu Han’s face was completely exposed to the air.

For the first time, He Xing felt a sense of trepidation and was afraid to look at Fu Han, but he mustered the courage to do so. At first glance, he was relieved; it wasn’t as frightening as he had imagined.

On closer inspection, his heart grew heavier. If he were to compare Fu Han’s right cheek to a pane of glass, then at this moment, that glass had a hole shattered from within, from which countless fissures spread.

The Doctor was right; that half of Fu Han’s face was indeed ruined.

Su Cheng’s complexion was as grim as He Xing’s; both were clearly devastated.

But Fu Han’s expression remained calm, first because she had no mirror to see her face; second, she had woken up the day before, aware of her disfigurement and had already accepted it in her heart; and third, no one had told her how beautiful she had been before, so she was indifferent to beauty or ugliness.

Once her wound was redressed, she looked at Su Cheng and smiled, “Why do you look like that? Anyone who didn’t know better would think I’m dead.”

“Not at all,” Su Cheng forced a smile, trying to look cheerful, but the smile was even uglier than tears, “Fu Han, don’t worry, He Xing has already consulted a Doctor—the Doctor will surely restore your face.”

“Really?” Fu Han turned to look at Su Cheng, her beautiful face expressionless as if asking, “Have you eaten?”

This was the first time Fu Han had spoken to He Xing since she woke up yesterday, and He Xing almost felt honored by her attention.