Once love overflows, it spills out elsewhere as tears.
Tears poured from Song Xinya's eyes like a breached dam, flowing endlessly.
She was not someone who liked to cry.
Back when she weighed nearly two hundred pounds, she had been mocked, insulted, and verbally abused, but she never shed a single tear.
She had no mother to love her, no father to rely on. She bore the burden of her younger brother's tuition and her grandmother's medical bills. She spun like a top every day, working non-stop, not daring to rest. No matter how busy or exhausted she was, she never cried.
She was independent, strong, and brave. Even when faced with the greatest difficulties, she could immediately adjust her emotions and hold her tears back.
But right now, she had suffered an emotional breakdown. Her tears burst forth, and she sobbed until she was out of breath.
Whenever she thought of Qin Yuhe dying, of him being burned by the raging fire, her heart ached unbearably.
She didn't want him to die!
She hadn't even told him she loved him!
She had never spoken her love for him out loud!
He couldn't die!
She wouldn't let him die!
Song Xinya scrambled up from the ground and ran toward the fiercely burning wooden cabin.
Qin Yuhe was still inside!
She had to go find Qin Yuhe!
Jian Yiyi shouted, Sister!
Jin Ruizhi called out, Ms. Song!
The crowd nearby yelled, You can't go!
All the voices intertwined into a wave of sound, but none could stop Song Xinya's footsteps.
Suddenly, a gentle and elegant voice sounded from behind her: Mrs. Qin.
Song Xinya stopped dead in her tracks.
She turned around and saw Qin Yuhe's face.
After a brief moment of shock, she realized, he wasn't dead!
Scalding tears rolled from her eyes.
She cried as she smiled.
Qin Yuhe looked at her, his eyes warm and his smile handsome and elegant. He opened his arms toward her and asked, Mrs. Qin, aren't you going to come over and give me a hug?
Yes!
She wanted to hug him!
Song Xinya ran toward him and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
One drop, two drops, three drops... the scorching heat flowed from her eyes onto his chest, soaking his white shirt.
Everything around them, the cheers of the crowd, the crackling of the fire, the explosive pops of the burning wood, Song Xinya couldn't hear any of it.
The world had been muted. She and Qin Yuhe were sealed away together in a crystal-clear glass dome.
She nestled in her husband's embrace, holding him tightly. With her cheek pressed against his heart, she carefully listened to and felt its vigorous, steady beat.
He was her treasure.
A treasure lost and found again.
She had always possessed very little in life, and he was the most important of all.
Song Xinya looked up at him with red, teary eyes, choking on her sobs as she acted coyly, You scared me to death just now. I thought I would never see you again, boohoo.
Qin Yuhe gently stroked her swollen eyes with his fingers. His soft fingertips brushed under her eyes, tenderly wiping away her tears.
The moment I rushed into the sea of fire, I knew I would return safely, because...
He looked affectionately into her eyes and said, My fairy wife would protect me.
Song Xinya burst into laughter through her tears.
She knew he was coaxing her.
Although she called herself a fairy every day, she knew better than anyone that she was no fairy, nor could she protect anyone.
He had made it out alive entirely on his own.
Song Xinya buried her face against Qin Yuhe's chest again, hugging him tightly.
Qin Yuhe's voice drifted down from above her. It sounded a bit different; the ends of his words trembled with restrained endurance.
Song Xinya, I told you I would help you find your sister, and I did it. Are you happy now?
She was happy.
Her family was reunited; how could she not be happy?
Song Xinya looked up at him and replied, Qin Yuhe, I am very happy right now.
Qin Yuhe's pale, cracked lips curved into a smile as he said, That's good.
He spoke to her in a gentle tone, Yaya, no matter what happens next, don't be afraid.
What was going to happen next?
Her sister had been rescued, and he had escaped the fire. It was a happy ending for everyone. What else could possibly happen?
Song Xinya looked up at him. His face was deathly pale, completely drained of color. She reached out to touch his face.
Just as her fingertips were about to brush his cheek, her arms suddenly felt empty. Qin Yuhe's body collapsed like a falling skyscraper, crashing heavily to the ground as he lost consciousness.
His body traced a falling arc in her pupils.
Her eyes were filled with terror.
The crowd ran over in a panic, gathering around Qin Yuhe.
Mr. Qin is injured!
There's a wooden stake pierced into Mr. Qin's abdomen!
His hands! Mr. Qin's palms are completely ruined!
The crowd saw that a wooden stake had pierced into Qin Yuhe's waist and abdomen from behind. Blood dyed his white shirt red, and the stake remained lodged deep inside his body.
The palms of both his hands were severely burned, the flesh curled, charred, and fused together, revealing the raw, red tissue underneath.
Only then did everyone realize just how gravely Qin Yuhe was injured.
With such severe injuries, an ordinary person would have passed out long ago. Yet he had forced himself to walk over to Song Xinya, to comfort her and tell her not to be afraid.
...
A helicopter hovered in the air, its rotors slicing through the wind with a deafening roar.
Inside lay the unconscious Qin Yuhe.
Amidst the overwhelming roar, the helicopter sped toward the hospital.
At the hospital, Qin Yuhe lay on his stomach on a narrow gurney as he was wheeled into the emergency room.
The wooden stake still protruding from his lower back made it impossible for him to lie flat.
Song Xinya sat on a chair in the corridor, staring anxiously at the emergency room doors, her face as pale as paper.
Time seemed to freeze, dragging on agonizingly. Every passing minute and second drained her mentally and physically.
Song Xinya's stomach began to cramp again, sharp waves of pain spreading and exploding within her abdomen.
She clutched her stomach tightly with both hands, sitting motionless outside the emergency room.
He had a wooden stake pierced into his abdomen; he had to be in much more pain than she was.
The abdomen housed many vital organs.
What if the stake had punctured his organs?
Outside, the summer heat was rolling in and the temperature was stifling, but Song Xinya felt as though she had fallen into an ice cave.
When the emergency room doors finally opened again, Qin Yuhe was wheeled out, hooked up to tubes with his hands wrapped in bandages.
Song Xinya had never seen Qin Yuhe like this, pale, weak, and fragile, like a thin, brittle glass bottle that would shatter at the slightest touch.
Doctor, how is he?
The doctor replied, We've surgically removed the wooden stake. Fortunately, it didn't damage any vital organs.
Song Xinya followed the gurney into the hospital room.
She stayed by his bedside for two days and two nights.
Her hands continuously held onto his arm.
On the third day, utterly exhausted, Song Xinya fell asleep resting her head on the edge of the bed.
Even in her sleep, she remained on high alert. The moment the man's arm shifted in her grasp, she immediately opened her eyes.
Snapping her head up, she saw Qin Yuhe looking right at her.
Song Xinya stood up and threw herself into his embrace, hugging his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.
Sob... Hubby, you're finally awake!
