Chapter 737 You Must Live

First, he drove him away mercilessly, and then met Yunci and Dongtang Chiyou. It turned out that all Xia Beiqing did was already a farewell.

After sleeping for several hours, Xia Beiqing woke up faintly, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression, as if he hadn't realized whether he was alive or dead.

"You are not dead." Shen Zhiyu's voice sounded from the side.

Xia Beiqing seemed to have just been brought back to his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Shen Zhiyu beside the bed. His eyes lit up for a moment, but only for a moment, they quickly dimmed, and then he looked away.

Finding that he was not dead, his emotions were nothing but disappointment.

Shen Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand to hold his gauze-wrapped wrist, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why... why did you make this choice? Tell me, what do you think?!"

He didn't even dare to mention the word death again.

Xia Beiqing didn't look at him, didn't speak, and didn't respond in any way.

Shen Zhiyu stroked Xia Beiqing's cheek lightly, and said firmly, "Beiqing, no matter what you think, I will never let you commit suicide again. I want you to live and live well!"

Hearing these words, Xia Beiqing actually curled up the corners of his pale lips and smiled mockingly. He raised his hand stiffly and groped for something beside the bed.

Shen Zhiyu immediately handed over the pen and paper.

Xia Beiqing held the pen weakly, wrote crookedly on the paper, and then threw it in front of Shen Zhiyu.

—alive? How can I be alive like this? Living means nothing to me.

Between the lines, his attitude is all negative.

Shen Zhiyu hurriedly cupped Xia Beiqing's face with both hands: "Why is it boring? Beiqing, why do you think so? You still have me, and your brother Che and sister-in-law. I said I would take care of you." For the rest of my life, I'll make you happy, and if you're really bored, then let's find something interesting to do."

Xia Beiqing turned his head away, refused Shen Zhiyu's touch, and wrote on the paper with a pen in his hand.

——I am so crippled, I might as well let me die!

"Beiqian!" Shen Zhiyu couldn't help but roared, "I beg you, don't think that way, I know... I know it's painful to become like this..."

--No! you do not know!

Xia Beiqing clenched the paper tightly.

——I have never empathized, you will never understand, I can no longer walk, I can only sit in a wheelchair, what kind of mood is it, whether I want to cry or laugh, I can’t make any sound, what is it? In such a mood, I live in such a state, how tormented and exhausted every minute and every second!

——Teacher Shen, do you still remember what my dream is? It's dancing...

Shen Zhiyu looked at the words written on the paper, his eyes were gradually wet with tears, he slowly lowered his waist, almost fell on Xia Beiqing's body, and said with a sob: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, everything is my fault, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be like this..."

Xia Beiqing's eyes were also red, but he didn't shed tears, and he didn't even have the thought of crying. He just wrote on the paper indifferently.

——Teacher Shen, if you really feel ashamed of me, then... let me go, let me be free from the pain.

"No... no!" Shen Zhiyu shook his head desperately: "If you want to live, you must live! Beiqing, even if I beg you, okay?"