Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 745 - 737: Braving the Storm Together, Sleeping with You (Part Three)

Ji Anning did not understand what Ji Chicheng meant and was about to question him when she saw his lips weakly move again, and he smiled saying, "If... if I hadn’t saved you that day, I would have stayed with you too."

At his words, Ji Anning stared with tear-filled eyes, in disbelief, incredulous. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

She doubted whether she had heard him correctly.

Ji Chicheng smiled, "You were so afraid of dying, begging me to save you because you were afraid... afraid you wouldn’t see me again, right?"

He wanted to say a lot, but he was too weak, speaking intermittently.

"It was you, it was you, why didn’t you tell me, why didn’t you tell me?" Ji Anning cried, lying on Ji Chicheng’s body, expressing all her emotions, all her feelings, only through her tears.

Turns out, the person who had risked his life to save her from the fiery blaze was the very person she had endlessly yearned for. How could she have been so foolish, so foolish.

Ji Chicheng closed his eyes, his large hand gently patting Ji Anning’s back.

It wasn’t about not telling, but fear of being rejected, of being unloved.

Ultimately, Ji Chicheng could not hold on and passed out on the airplane.

He had been in a coma for a week now; the doctor told her that his recovery was slow because his blood sugar was too low, requiring a lot of fluid input everyday, and Ji Anning never left his side.

The wounds on his face had all scabbed over, slightly, almost healed, and Ji Anning gently wiped his face with warm water, cleaning his entire body daily, even washing his hair.

Because he liked to be clean, she feared that he might wake up at any moment and could not accept being unkempt.

After wiping Ji Chicheng’s upper body, Ji Anning covered him with a blanket and, carrying the basin, was ready to change the water when suddenly the door of the sickroom opened.

Seeing who it was, she paused and then softly called out, "Mom."

Her mother, wearing a navy blue wool coat, approached the room, first glanced at Ji Chicheng lying on the hospital bed, then at the basin in Ji Anning’s hands, and at the clothes she had just changed for Ji Chicheng held in her arms. She sighed helplessly and looked at Ji Anning, asking, "Have you set your heart on being with him?"

Ji Anning detected a shift in her mother’s tone from before, not as opposing as before.

She pressed her lips together and smiled, "Mom, we’re not even afraid of death, why should we be afraid of being together?"

Not afraid of death, why still worry about so many other things.

When that gunshot sounded, it seemed like the whole world had stopped functioning.

Back then, how much she regretted, blamed herself, fretted, they had wasted half their time on those mundane judgments, and before they had the chance to truly love each other, life was already over.

Ji Anning’s stance was clear, and her mother sighed, "Well, suit yourself, as long as you are happy."

She did not linger much longer, and turned to leave.

Ji Anning followed her, walking out the door. Her mother did not look back at her, and as she watched her mother’s retreating figure, she remembered the words her mother had spoken to her after her father’s death. Her heart felt heavy.

She, too, was a pitiful woman, having been the sacrifice for someone else’s love her entire life.

Watching her mother walk away for a bit, Ji Anning withdrew her gaze, nodded politely to the person who had brought her mother and said, "Please make sure my mother gets home safely."

A middle-aged man, arranged by Qi Helian.

He nodded back at Ji Anning, "Don’t worry, Miss Anning."

Her mother and the companion walked away, and were gone for quite a while.