Inside the door.
Qin Zhaoyang leaned calmly against the pillow, his hands gently resting on his chest, his expression very calm. Seeing her, he likewise smiled, lifting his left hand to reach out to her.
Walking over, Chu Xinning extended her hand onto his palm.
Intertwining fingers, Qin Zhaoyang held her hand in his palm, smiling as he gently pulled her closer to him.
Looking into each other's eyes, neither spoke, fearing that if they showed their emotions, it would touch the other's tender nerves, and worried that once they started talking, it would feel like a farewell...
Outside the door, a cacophony of noises arose as a nurse pushed in a mobile bed, preparing to take Qin Zhaoyang to the operating room.
Chu Xinning hurriedly tightened her grip on his hand, as if afraid they would take him away.
Sensing her unease, Qin Zhaoyang reversed his hand to grasp hers, speaking to the nurse.
"I'll do it myself!"
