Running Over The Head Of My Ex [Rebirth]

Chapter 107 [Extra 2]

He Qingqi felt as though she had been asleep for an exceedingly long time. Her body seemed beyond her control, feeling unbearably heavy, and her consciousness was extremely muddled.

However, at that moment, her perception became clear, which caused her immense panic and confusion. Why couldn’t she move? It was as if a ghost had pressed down on her, making her breathe heavily… No, her throat was also being strangled, yet she didn’t feel suffocated.

Who was she? Where was she? What was she supposed to do… She didn’t have the luxury to ponder these questions; she just wanted to escape this predicament and regain control of her body.

He Qingqi exerted every ounce of her strength, her entire body leaning upward. She felt her soul trembling, yet she couldn’t even move a single finger.

She probed again and again… Finally! Everything in the world became clear. The haze lifted, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The room emitted the sound of a heart monitor beeping “beep, beep” at that very instant.

However, He Qingqi seemed to lose her strength again and fell back into sleep.

A moment of silence.

“She’s awake! She’s awake! We did it!”

Someone had spoken up first, and cheers erupted immediately. Everyone present was excited, their faces flushed, and some even shed tears.

“After more than a hundred years… we finally succeeded!”

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at the person lying on the bed, someone she hadn’t seen for a long time. The laryngeal bone beneath the thin skin moved, and the usually noble and ethereal woman now showed a look of helplessness in her eyes.

She trembled her lips, but her eyes were fixed greedily on the person’s handsome features: “Is she awake?”

He Qingzhou also looked incredulously at everything before him, feeling an impulse to cry.

“Yes, she is,” he replied.

Years of tension relaxed in that instant.

She was awake.

The person she had loved for twenty years was awake….

Two tears flowed from her beautiful eyes. She lowered her head, tightly biting her lips. Her whole body trembled subtly. She turned around, covered her mouth, and rushed out the door without looking back. As soon as she left, she crouched on the ground, collapsing in utter confusion.

She couldn’t restrain her voice. In the corridor, the sounds of sobbing grew louder. Zhuo Zhiwei tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, crying like a child.

He Qingzhou’s eyes were slightly moist as he looked out the door, blinking, then looked at his sister rising and falling at her chest, a tenderness in his eyes.

Although He Qingqi hadn’t completely woken up, the doctor said the most difficult stage had passed, and waking up was only a matter of time.

Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t have any work at the moment, so she stayed at the hospital, busily managing everything. Although caring for someone in a coma was exhausting, she felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

This was her first time touching the person she loved, being able to show her affection without any reservations or concealments.

Zhuo Zhiwei’s appetite gradually improved, and in just two months, she had gained almost ninety jin (a unit of weight), her lips red and teeth white, looking as youthful as she had in her younger years.

He Qingzhou still went to work every day, returning to the hospital at night, peacefully sleeping next to He Qingqi’s bed. He hadn’t been able to sleep well for a long time since the day He Qingqi died.

The sky seemed shrouded in gloom. The old He family mansion was no longer bustling with activity. The living people and dogs inside died one after another. First the chairman, then the manager, followed by grandmother and father who also left him.

In the end, the large villa was left with only him.

For so many years, He Qingzhou had never married. The incident with Fang Xuanyao had left a shadow over him; he feared his wife might covet the He family’s wealth, which belonged to his sister, so he couldn’t touch it. Therefore, even though Chai Xu’s children could play with soy sauce (a metaphor meaning insignificant things), he remained alone.

Sometimes, he would smoke a cigarette in the deep of night, in the deserted He family old mansion, watching the swirling smoke, thinking over and over why He Qingqi didn’t initially like Zhuo Zhiwei. She was noble and pure, always steadfast in her principles.

Why didn’t his sister like her?

If the two of them had been together, no matter what, things wouldn’t have turned out like this. He would have had family, wouldn’t have been living in the vast He household in fear and uncertainty.

Sometimes he would think that living such a meaningless life was worse than death, but the thought of his sister being cryogenically frozen and requiring immense financial resources made him abandon the idea. When did death become a luxury?

Fortunately, such days had finally ended; his sister was about to awaken.

It was probably the third month, on a sunny afternoon.

Zhuo Zhiwei, as usual, took a towel and gently wiped her cheeks and arms. For deeper areas, she only wiped every three days, because seeing her made her shy.

He Qingqi slowly opened her eyes, but still could only move slightly. She lightly pressed her lips, looking at the woman born in the light.

For a moment, her heart nearly stopped.

Zhuo Zhiwei was about to wipe her other arm. Her gentle brows lifted, but she was startled. Her pupils suddenly contracted, and she threw the towel from her hand, backing away in shock.

“You, you…” Her eyes instantly reddened, and then she hurriedly ran out the door in panic, quickly running back, pressing the call button beside the bed, and left again.

The corridor was filled with running sounds. He Qingqi was still dazed, not knowing what had happened.

She furrowed her brows, her mind blank, as if something foggy had covered it, gray and indistinct.

Who was she? Where was she? Why was she here…

The person who had just left came back with a tall man, looking somewhat familiar.

Who were they? What had happened to herself?

Zhuo Zhiwei squinted her eyes, slowly walked to the bedside, her dark eyes shining with moisture, the corners of her eyes tinged with light red, looking at He Qingqi with patience and restraint, tears welled up again. How long had she waited for this day?

She fluttered her eyelashes, lowered her head, and then raised it again. Her throat became dry and hoarse: “He Qingqi.”

He Qingzhou fell behind her, wisely not disturbing her. No one knew better than him about Zhuo Zhiwei’s feelings for her sister. Twenty years—how many twenty years in a lifetime?

He gave a slight smile, but because he hadn’t smiled for so long, it looked a bit strange.

He Qingqi looked at him warily, then at Zhuo Zhiwei. Her temperament was indeed outstanding. Even though she was extremely thin, she couldn’t hide her unparalleled beauty, her brows held a familiar feeling.

She must know her.

He Qingqi wanted to respond, but moved her lips, only managing to mumble a few words:

“I…”, unclear.

She stared in panic, her eyes wide, weakly moving her body. Zhuo Zhiwei seemed to sense her unease, took her hand, and softly said, “Don’t be afraid.”

Her eyes were truly beautiful, like they held a sky full of stars. He Qingqi stared at her in a daze, her gaze so clean it was almost excessive. Hearing this, she actually wasn’t afraid anymore.

Calming down, He Qingqi rationally analyzed everything before her. She must have been gravely ill and become vegetative for some reason. Although she woke up, she had lost her memory due to the long period.

This man and woman should be her family and friends.

Later, doctors came to perform a series of examinations, and she went out to talk with He Qingzhou and Zhuo Zhiwei about something, likely good news, because He Qingqi saw a relieved smile on that noble and ethereal woman’s face.

Days passed like this. He Qingqi learned from them that the man was named He Qingzhou, the woman was Zhuo Zhiwei, and He Qingzhou was her brother.

Then… Zhuo Zhiwei?

She never found out.

She also learned that she had died once, but her large family sent her body to cryogenic freezing. The enormous expenses gave her a chance for survival.

They took turns accompanying her, telling her about changes outside over the years. She liked hearing Zhuo Zhiwei’s voice the most, slow and gentle like the moonlight.

Later, several people came one after another, men and women, supposedly her friends from before her death, but she couldn’t remember any of them, only quietly opening her eyes to watch them joke around.

Originally, she had so many friends… She was somewhat surprised, but the one she liked the most was still Zhuo Zhiwei.

She felt uneasy if she couldn’t see Zhuo Zhiwei for a moment.

He Qingqi knew this dependence was pathological, but she couldn’t control her heart. Fortunately, Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t find her behavior unpleasant; instead, she was somewhat happy. Those beautiful eyes always looked at her with indulgent helpless smiles.

He Qingqi was utterly captivated.

In the evening, the room was peaceful, only He Qingqi’s shallow breathing.

Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her sleeping face, finally feeling peaceful after a long time. She checked her watch and thought of He Qingqi, her eyes softening as she glanced at the peacefully sleeping person. She considered going out to have a meal so that when He Qingqi woke up, she could see her.

As she just stood up, someone held her wrist, making her heart race.

That foggy scene slowly cleared, and a scene appeared before He Qingqi’s eyes.

At that time, her eyes were sparkling, full of youthful vigor: “When I find someone I want to spend my life with, I’ll give her this watch…”

He Qingqi’s gaze stopped at Zhuo Zhiwei’s wrist.

Yes, it was that watch.

Her eyes brightened, her heartbeat became extremely rapid. She pressed her lips together, a bit shy, showing the friendliest and most harmless smile she could.

Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned, her long lashes quivering, looking at the clean, almost excessive gaze, rediscovering a long-lost thrill. Her heart felt like it had drunk fake wine, stumbling and throbbing, numb and itchy.

She breathed nervously and rapidly a couple of times.

Then she heard that person’s hoarse, muffled voice:

“Sister, what exactly am I to you?”

He Qingqi could finally speak. At that moment, she was overwhelmed with excitement, like a child seeking praise, her eyes shining brightly at Zhuo Zhiwei.

However, the air suddenly became silent. That person didn’t respond.

A second, two seconds… Zhuo Zhiwei seemed frozen, her heart felt like it was falling from ten thousand feet high, she forgot to blink, the surroundings began to shake, and her limbs became weak.

Suddenly, her vision went dark.

He Qingqi’s pupils contracted: “Sister!”

…..

He Qingqi leaned wearily against the bedhead, looking troubled at the doctor before her. Did she say something wrong just now? She should have been more tactful. Even if Zhuo Zhiwei wasn’t her girlfriend, she was still an important person. If one day Zhuo Zhiwei lost her memory…

He Qingqi couldn’t dare to imagine, feeling more guilty.

“Your name?”

He Qingqi regained consciousness: “He, He Qingqi.”

“Age?”

“Should be… nineteen.”

The doctor paused, continued to ask: “Occupation?”

“Student, I guess.”

“What are you studying?”

“Directing.”

“Home address?”

He Qingqi suddenly paused, remained silent for a while, her eyes falling into the void, expressionless as she thought for a long time, finally staring directly into the doctor’s eyes, honestly saying: “I don’t know.”

“I forgot. When I woke up, I knew I had forgotten many things. Later, my brother and sister Zhuo Zhiwei told me some things.”

The doctor sighed, rubbed his temples: “Do you remember anyone at home when you first woke up?”

He Qingqi pressed her lips together, trying hard to distinguish. The information she knew was from the smoke she had seen or from what others told her later. She slowly said: “I have a father, a brother, a grandfather, a grandmother….” She hesitated, then added: “I have a girlfriend.”

Zhuo Zhiwei, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, suddenly stiffened, staring blankly into space, her eyelashes blinking in disbelief. For a moment, she felt ridiculous. She regretted not telling He Qingqi her feelings back then, thinking that if she had, everything might have changed. But in the end, He Qingqi still couldn’t forget Fang Xuanyao. The happiness during this time was all fake.

All assumptions were merely her own delusions.

Zhuo Zhiwei lowered her head, her mouth mixed with a hint of bitterness. She touched her no longer young, smooth skin. Otherwise, she might as well give up.

She looked at her from afar as before. As long as He Qingqi was alive, as long as He Qingqi was happy… At least this time, she could watch over her, couldn’t she? Perhaps she could also visit the He family during her free time. He Qingqi was good to her, treating her as a sister, but she just couldn’t have her love.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn’t help but laugh wryly. When did she become so unsatisfied? Clearly, she only wished for He Qingqi to be alive, didn’t she? Even when they first met, she only hoped that person could look at her.

You are too greedy, Zhuo Zhiwei.

After chatting for a while, the doctor stood up, took a deep breath, nodded at her, and smiled: “There shouldn’t be any major problems. Although you’ve lost most of your memory, it was somewhat expected.”

“Further observation is needed, daily rehabilitation. You should be able to move soon. As for your memory… ” The doctor paused: “After all, you are the first case in the country, even the world, of coming back from death. I’m not sure if you can fully recover.”

He Qingqi nodded obediently: “Yes, yes. As long as I survived, I’m very satisfied.”

The doctor smiled and left the ward.

He Qingzhou hurriedly grabbed his arm: “So, doctor, is my sister okay?”

The doctor nodded: “As you understand, she has lost some memories, but the rest is fine.”

He Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good, that’s good.”

He lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: “It’s better to forget. You know, what my sister went through in the past. The amnesia is really the best thing for her.”

He then looked at Zhuo Zhiwei: “Right, Zhiwei?”

Zhuo Zhiwei lowered her head, pressed her lips together, and remained silent.

With nothing more to discuss, the doctor left.

Once he was gone, Zhuo Zhiwei finally answered He Qingzhou’s question. She gave a bitter smile and murmured:

“Yes, it’s better than anything.”

But her expression didn’t show any happiness. He Qingzhou didn’t understand: “Aren’t you happy?”

Zhuo Zhiwei’s throat moved slightly, she sighed, looked at He Qingzhou, and laughed bitterly: “Because subconsciously, she still loves Fang Xuanyao.”

“I didn’t even have a chance.”