Severing ties with family to marry the young marshal, his whole family chases me to the crematorium.

Chapter 183 A Simple and Honest Love Story

Si Jingnian, who had been suffering in the hospital for several days in a row, looked absolutely terrible at this moment.

His face, which was usually meticulously groomed and clean-cut, was now covered by a messy stubble.

Those deep, bright eyes were marred by two large dark circles, as if they had been heavily painted with black paint.

He looked incredibly haggard and exhausted, his clothes were disheveled and his hair was messy; from a distance, he looked exactly like a down-on-his-luck homeless man.

However, even in his disheveled state, Si Jingnian made Shen Qingyao's heart beat faster involuntarily.

The determination she had painstakingly made before was now beginning to waver, and she was becoming hesitant.

Because she never expected that Si Jingnian would appear before her in such a way—staying by her side day and night, never leaving her bedside.

If he were to remain asleep and unable to awaken, would he truly intend to continue protecting him indefinitely?

The moment the thought popped into her head, even Shen Qingyao herself found it somewhat absurd and laughable.

After all, it's almost impossible for someone to stick to something for a lifetime.

Even though it was only a few days of companionship and protection, it was enough to deeply move Shen Qingyao.

Finally, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but speak up:

"Si Jingnian, are you stupid? I'm lying here in the hospital, I can't go anywhere, and there's no way I can run away, why did you have to torture yourself into this mess!"

Although her words contained a hint of reproach, her gentle tone and the subtle tenderness within them made them sound like she was being coquettish.

Si Jingnian swallowed lightly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and a barely perceptible curve crept onto the corner of his lips.

His eyes were bloodshot, but deep within them surged endless tenderness and affection, like a bottomless lake, fixed on Shen Qingyao before him, not blinking for a moment, afraid of missing even the slightest change in her expression.

“I’m really afraid that when you wake up from your deep sleep, I won’t be there for you. That way, you won’t be able to find me the moment you open your eyes.”

"And what if you wake up feeling thirsty, hungry, or unwell, and I happen to be away? You can't live without someone."

These words are simple and unadorned, yet they reveal the most sincere care and concern.

However, these simple and pragmatic words struck Shen Qingyao's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving her momentarily speechless and only able to swallow silently, her throat moving slightly.

Si Jingnian seems to have never been good at creating a romantic atmosphere, let alone saying sweet words.

Strangely enough, even so, whenever he speaks, his most ordinary words always inadvertently transform into tender feelings that touch people's hearts.

Shen Qingyao bit her lower lip lightly, trying hard to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes and prevent them from falling easily.

Indeed, Si Jingnian's actions deeply moved her, and her heart, which had been as hard as iron, became incredibly soft at that moment.

But some things still need to be told honestly, and no matter the outcome, we cannot run away from them.

So, she took a deep breath, mustered her courage, looked directly into Si Jingnian's eyes, and said, word by word:

"Si Jingnian, do you still remember the bead I swallowed in that mysterious ancient tomb?"

Her gaze was intense, not missing a single subtle expression or reaction on the other person's face.

Upon hearing this, Si Jingnian's body trembled slightly involuntarily, and his movements instantly froze.

His expression turned unnatural in an instant, as if someone had suddenly exposed his deepest secret.

His once firm and bright gaze now began to flicker, as if he were afraid to meet the other person's eyes, and he quickly looked away.

"Ah Yao, I...of course I remember! I..."

Si Jingnian's voice trembled slightly, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to say it.

However, before he could finish speaking, Shen Qingyao impatiently seized the opportunity to speak:

"Then you should also know very well that the God of Bliss is now inside my body, right? That seemingly insignificant broken bead is actually the remnant of the God of Bliss's original spirit."

As she spoke, her eyes remained fixed on Si Jingnian, not missing the slightest change in his expression.

After hearing these words, Si Jingnian remained silent for a moment before slowly raising his head to meet Shen Qingyao's gaze.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with complex emotions—both inner struggle and pain, and deep longing and reluctance to part with the woman before him.

All these emotions were clearly displayed before Shen Qingyao, so much so that Si Jingnian didn't need to use any more words to express them; everything was self-evident.

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy.

Finally, just when Shen Qingyao thought Si Jingnian would continue to respond to her questions, she only saw him nod slightly.

Although it is just a very simple action, the meaning it contains is extremely profound.

Immediately afterwards, Si Jingnian took a deep breath and said as if he had made a great decision:

"Ayao, no matter what evil and terrifying power exists within you, I will stand by your side without hesitation and face all difficulties and dangers with you. Even if what awaits us ahead is an abyss of no return, or even the threat of death, I will never back down and will always be with you."

These familiar words, which she had heard countless times before, were like a warm spring breeze brushing against Shen Qingyao's heart, moving her deeply.

Even so, the rationality that came from the depths of her heart remained like an impregnable fortress, firmly guarding her last line of defense.

"Si Jingnian, even if you choose to face these difficulties with me, what substantial changes can we expect?"

Shen Qingyao's question made Si Jingnian pause, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Her words were a denial of Si Jingnian's abilities, which would not only hurt Si Jingnian's feelings but also his self-esteem.

Although Shen Qingyao saw the pain in his eyes, she hardened her heart and continued:

"If one day, that terrifying God of Bliss truly succeeds in possessing my body and completely takes control of it, will you really be able to harden your heart and resolutely pull the trigger to shoot me?"

Shen Qingyao stared intently at Si Jingnian before her, her beautiful face now filled with solemnity, and her lovely eyes revealing deep worry and unease.

Her hands, hidden under the blanket, were clenched into fists unconsciously due to extreme nervousness, with her fingertips digging deep into her palms.