Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 805: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (18)

Shen Zhirang stood outside the ward for a long time, until the sweat from his palms soaked the door handle.

When I pushed the door open, Song Yuesheng was sitting on a chair facing the window, with his bare feet on the windowsill and his legs wrapped in bandages.

Her eyes fell on the sycamore tree outside the window, and her expression was dazed, as if all her thoughts were hidden there, like a person ready to flap her wings and fly at any time.

Shen Zhirang controlled himself from taking big steps, as if he was afraid that a rash movement would destroy this fragile peace.

His shadow slowly approached, but froze in place when Song Yuesheng turned his head without warning.

Her eyes blinked twice quickly as if they were stung by the sunlight, and then she put her legs back on the ground like an alert and elegant cat.

Shen Zhirang knelt on one knee in front of her, his eyes level with hers: "Shengsheng, do you hate me for taking you away from the orphanage?"

"How could I hate you~" Song Yuesheng stretched out her fingertips and gently stroked his cheek. This action, which she had done countless times before, now made Shen Zhirang feel painful.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know who would have given me to someone for adoption, or I'd have been kicked out of the orphanage. I grew up safely because of you, so why should I hate you?"

"Shengsheng," he said in a trembling voice, "I want to hear the truth."

The setting sun came in through the window, illuminating half of Song Yuesheng's face.

Only then did Shen Zhirang realize that her beautiful eyes had lost their luster at some point, and were as dark as two deep wells, no longer reflecting anyone's shadow.

"I didn't lie to you." She said softly, with that perfect smile still on her lips.

Shen Zhirang suddenly raised his hand to cover her eyes - the eyelashes under his palm trembled slightly, like a trapped butterfly.

He pressed his forehead against hers, and the warm liquid dripped onto the back of her hand: "I beg you..."

His whole body was shaking violently, as if he would break into pieces at any moment.

"No matter how much you hate me, let me know, okay? I want to hear the truth from you."

Song Yuesheng's smile froze on his face.

Even though he covered his eyes, she could still imagine the scene from the sound of his collapse.

It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel uncomfortable.

But... watching a tragic movie or TV series will make you feel bad for the characters.

But after the show is over, who will remember it?

What is the difference between the two?

No.

After a moment of silence, Song Yuesheng asked, "Do you really want to hear the truth?"

"……Yes."

Shen Zhirang's breathing stopped for a moment, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"I don't hate you." Song Yuesheng said softly, "I just want you to die."

She felt Shen Zhirang's breathing suddenly stop.

"You asked Madam Shen to adopt me just to make up for the rabbit you lost." Her voice was still calm, as if she was telling someone else's story, "I didn't want to go with you, so you had someone knock me out and starved me for many days."

The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled. Song Yuesheng continued, "It's true that the Shen family paid for my studies, but for the past fourteen years..." She smiled softly, "I lived like a puppet."

"My dear brother, do you know when I stopped openly confronting you?"

Song Yuesheng's lips curled slightly, "When I was eight years old, you forcibly dragged me away from Yong'an Cemetery. That day was the anniversary of my parents' death."

Shen Zhirang's fingertips suddenly exerted force and brushed across her slender brow bone. Song Yuesheng could feel his fingertips trembling, like a candle in the wind.

"I've learned martial arts for so many years on the set." She tilted her head, her hair falling on her shoulders, "Even the martial arts instructor said that I'm a rare talent in ten years." Her fingertips gently tapped his chest, "But every time I run into you, I just can't resist. Even when you came to the drama academy to pull me, the Sanda class I signed up for couldn't let me resist."

“I even suspected…”

Song Yuesheng suddenly pulled down his hand that was covering his eyes and looked directly at his pale face, "Did you cast a spell on me?"

Shen Zhirang's pupils contracted violently and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Until recently..." Song Yuesheng chuckled, tracing his stiff outline with his fingertips, "the shackles suddenly disappeared."

She leaned close to his ear and said with a breath as sweet as orchid, "You said... was this inspired by God?"

Shen Zhirang's breathing became heavy and his chest heaved violently.

"But..." She sighed regretfully, her fingers curling the cuffs of her hospital gown, "The killer broke his promise. You're lucky you didn't die on Wenjin Road. You had planned to meet your parents today."

Shen Zhirang didn't think they were his parents, so...

"You want to die with me?" His voice was hoarse.

"Hmm~" Song Yuesheng smiled, "But it failed."

Shen Zhirang suddenly grabbed her chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The scarlet liquid splashed on her snow-white hospital gown, like a blooming red plum.

"Doctor!" Song Yuesheng stood up suddenly, walked to the door, and shouted in a panic, "Someone come quickly!"

"Why..." Shen Zhirang fell to the ground, his vision gradually blurred, and the last thing he saw was her cold eyes when she turned around:

"I don't want to be tied to you after I die," the voice was so light it sounded like a sigh, "This life is disgusting enough already."

Before the darkness completely fell, Shen Zhirang actually felt relieved.

If I could just sleep forever like this...it would be nice.

At least the last thing he saw… was her calling for help.

It doesn’t matter…sincerely.

**

When the doctors rushed over, Song Yuesheng was sitting obediently beside the bed, tapping the place where Shen Zhirang had fallen with her slender fingers.

"What's going on?" The leading doctor squatted down to check.

"I don't know." Song Yuesheng tilted her head, her long hair falling on her shoulders. "We were talking normally, and were talking about something interesting at work, when my brother suddenly vomited blood."

She blinked, her eyes reddened just right, and then tears fell, "Maybe... I'm too worried about my injury."

The doctors exchanged glances and said, "No wonder everyone says the Shen family has a good relationship with their siblings."

"Yes, my brother and I are very close." Song Yuesheng wiped her tears, smiled sweetly and gathered her hospital gown, "Please make sure to cure my brother. I am seriously injured now, so it is not convenient for me to come with you."

Watching Shen Zhirang being pushed away on a stretcher, Song Yuesheng suddenly smiled.

Only now did she realize that death was too kind to Shen Zhirang. She wanted him to live - just like she had been for the past fourteen years, unable to live or die.

Just as she was about to close the door, a bony hand suddenly pressed against the door panel. The force was neither light nor heavy, but it prevented her from pushing it any further.

Song Yuesheng looked up and was unexpectedly met with the pair of deep eyes behind Xu Yanheng's lenses.

He lowered his head slightly to look at her. The cold light from the frame cast a sharp shadow on his brow bone, making his eyes seem even darker and more unpredictable. The agarwood bracelet on his wrist glowed with a warm, cold light.

"Shen Zhirang is your brother?" He spoke in a low voice with a slight rise at the end, like a question, but also like some kind of test.

Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, a faint smile curved up at the corners of his lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

She reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve, her fingertips brushing his wrist faintly, and said softly: "Xu Yanheng, can you help me with the discharge procedures?"

She paused, her eyelashes drooped, and there was a rare hint of weakness in her voice: "I don't want to stay here... It's better to go to Jishiditang than here."

Xu Yanheng was stunned.

He had never heard her begging in such a tone - like a soft vine, gently wrapping around him, making it impossible to refuse.

After a moment of silence, he reached out and held her shoulders, his palms warm.

"...Okay." He whispered, "I'll take you away."