Eternal Burning [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 69 What a coincidence

    Shang Muxiao didn't wake up until the middle of the night, and at that time my rationality and sensibility were fighting fiercely in my mind.

    Rationally said: "Don't take things so seriously. Today is just an accident. There are many accidents in the world every day. If you don't become a racing driver, nothing will happen?"

    Emotional retort: ​​"There are many accidents in the world, but there are many accidents in the world. You can’t deny this.”

    “It’s not necessarily true. You can search how many racers have died in races over the years? They’re all extremely small. The probability is much safer than most professions in the world."

    "There are only a few racers in the world? One in a hundred accidents is 1%, isn't that enough?

    " Will you never drink water because you choked on it?"

    Sensibility let it die.

    "What are you thinking?"

    I snapped back to my senses.

    Shang Muxiao woke up at some point, raised the hand with the indwelling needle, and tapped the corner of my lips: "So serious."

    I looked at him blankly, carefully held his hand, and asked him if he was thirsty, are you hungry.

    His face was still pale, and he seemed to have no strength to speak: "I'm a little hungry."

    There is a pantry in the ward, with a microwave and a refrigerator. I was afraid that he would wake up in the middle of the night and have nothing to eat and be hungry. Earlier, I specially ordered light vegetable porridge and kept it in the refrigerator. Now I just need to take it out and heat it up.

    Raise Shang Muxiao's pillow, I let him wait for a while, and I went to make him hot porridge.

    When the microwave oven was running, I maintained my composure all night and pretended to be calm all night, and suddenly collapsed without warning.

    I slowly leaned over and pressed my forehead against the cold table, tears overflowed from my lacrimal glands one by one uncontrollably, scrambling to slide down the corners of my eyes.

    His fingers clenched the marble countertop so hard that his nails ached. I bit my lip, careful not to make any sound until the huge and turbulent emotion was vented.

    The porridge in the microwave "ding" was ready, I loosened my teeth, and tasted a faint smell of blood in my mouth.

    He washed his face in the sink beside him, and rinsed his mouth by the way. While wiping his face with a tissue, he raised his head to look at himself in the mirror. Except for some redness in his eyes, he shouldn't be able to see anything if he didn't look carefully.

    Throwing the paper towel into the trash can, I took out the warm porridge from the microwave and returned to Shang Muxiao's side. Set up the table, put the porridge on it, and let him eat by himself.

    He guessed that he was really hungry, so he ate two mouthfuls with a spoon, but he was too slow, so he simply picked up the bowl and gulped it down, and drank the whole bowl of porridge in a short while.

    After eating, he rubbed his stomach contentedly, then took the hot water I handed him and drank it. After a few sips, he glanced at me, paused suddenly, put down the cup and asked, "Why is your hair wet?" ?"

    I touched my wet temples, and lied casually: "I just felt a little sleepy, so I washed my face."

    He reached out to caress my face, and his fingertips fell on the corners of my eyes.