Actually,
Mu Wan got up this early because she had already decided to bring porridge for
Lin Wei. Lin Wei was from Jingcheng. Her parents and younger brother were all
there, so with no family in Xiacheng, she had no one to look after her in the
hospital. Mu Wan also had no father or mother. If she ever got sick and had to
stay in the hospital, Lin Wei would be the one to take care of her.
After they
finished talking, Mu Wan heard cats meowing downstairs again.
She got up
and walked to the living room window. Pulling back the curtain, she looked down
to see several cats tangled together, roughhousing. She smiled.
“What are
you smiling about? Sounding so indecent,” Lin Wei asked over the phone.
Letting
the curtain fall, Mu Wan turned back toward the living room and said, “When I
left last night, I ran into Daoist Liu at the hospital.”
She told
Lin Wei everything that had happened the night before.
“Huh? And
then? And then?” Lin Wei asked eagerly.
“I asked
him if he liked cats. He said yes. So I meowed at him.” Mu Wan said it in a
light, offhand tone.
“Ahhh!”
Lin Wei shrieked.
Once she
had calmed down, she said to Mu Wan, “Brilliant, Miss Mu. Truly unconventional.
So many women have fallen for Daoist Liu, and you almost won him over with a
single meow!”
“You can’t
win him over. I was just joking around. I’m healthy. I’m not going to end up in
an emergency, and the two of us might never meet again anyway.” With toothpaste
still in her mouth, Mu Wan tilted her head back as she spoke, making her words
come out in bubbly, garbled sounds. “All right, I’ve got to go rinse my mouth.
I’ll get cleaned up and bring you your porridge.”
She
hurriedly hung up.
The sink
was in the bathroom. Holding the glass cup Mu Wan had left on the living room
table while brushing, Mu Wan dashed toward it.
The moment
she stepped inside, there was a loud bang. The sound of a body hitting the
floor mixed with the crash of shattering glass. A long moment later, a woman’s
low groan could be heard from inside.
Less than
twenty minutes after declaring that she was healthy and would never end up in
the emergency, Mu Wan was admitted to the emergency.
Twenty
minutes earlier, when Mu Wan had stepped into the bathroom, her foot had
slipped, and her body had gone flying forward. As she fell, she had
instinctively tried to catch herself with both hands. But the glass cup in her
left hand shattered, and she came crashing down right onto the broken shards,
which stabbed into the left side of her chest.
She had
immediately called Lin Wei. Lin Wei called an ambulance and rushed over in a
panic, following it all the way back to Mu Wan’s apartment.
The moment
Lin Wei stepped into the bathroom and saw the blood on the floor diluted by
water, she started crying and stamping her feet at the doorway. “Holy shit, are
you going to die?!”
Mu Wan,
already being lifted by the medical staff, was in so much pain that her face
twisted—but she almost laughed anyway.
She was
taken to the emergency room. In the early morning, the emergency department
felt damp and cold. People moved constantly around her, and as the chaos
swirled by, Mu Wan’s sense of pain gradually sharpened. Her head buzzed as she
heard Lin Wei say to the doctor, “Doctor Liu, please look at my friend! She
stabbed her heart!”
When fate
decided to show up, there was apparently no stopping it.
Mu Wan
looked up and met Liu Qianxiu’s dark, bottomless eyes.
“Meow~” Mu
Wan smiled. Her lips had gone pale from biting them, but her smile was still
bright and beautiful.
The little
nurse beside them had no idea what was going on and looked up at her in
confusion, while Lin Wei, both angry and amused, said, “You’re still in the
mood to joke around?!”
Liu
Qianxiu remained calm. Lowering his lashes, he fixed his gaze on her wound and
said flatly, “Move your hand.”
Mu Wan
did.
Her wound
was not bleeding heavily, which meant it probably hadn’t pierced her heart. Her
breathing was rapid and shallow, but there were no signs of pneumothorax. For
the moment, it appeared to be only a flesh wound.
After her
shower that morning, Mu Wan had changed into a cream-colored camisole. Now the
padded area over her chest was already soaked through with blood.
Liu
Qianxiu moved the strap aside, pulled the fabric down, and began to inspect the
injury.
The raw
wound was exposed to the air. As the man bent slightly closer, he brought with
him the cool scent of disinfectant. The pain made her suck in a breath. Beside
her, Lin Wei took one look at the wound, clapped a hand over her mouth, and
cried, “Oh my God!”
The injury
on Mu Wan’s chest could only be described as a bloody mess.
Tiny cuts
covered the area, and bits of glass were still embedded there. Fortunately,
because the glass had shattered into so many fragments, the wounds were not
deep.
While Mu
Wan and Lin Wei focused on the injury itself, Liu Qianxiu’s gaze paused on a
patch of red just beneath it.
It was a
red “bamboo leaf,” brighter than the wound itself, half-hidden beneath the
blood, vivid and strangely alluring.
There was
more than one “leaf.” Besides the first, the other half could just be seen.
Liu
Qianxiu’s expression did not change. His hand continued to pull the camisole
downward. Before the second “bamboo leaf” could be fully revealed, another hand
caught his wrist.
“That’s
not part of the wound,” Mu Wan said.
Liu
Qianxiu lifted his eyes. “A birthmark?”
The place
where she was injured was awkward enough as it was. If Liu Qianxiu had kept
pulling the camisole down, her entire left breast would have been exposed. He
did not seem to care in the least about whether she was being revealed. What
seemed to interest him far more was the birthmark.
Mu Wan was
in too much pain to explain clearly, so Lin Wei answered for her. “It’s a
birthmark, Doctor Liu. Does it affect the wound?”
“No,” Liu
Qianxiu said.
His gaze rested on that half-hidden bamboo leaf. His black eyes remained as deep as ever as he said calmly, “I just think it’s quite beautiful.”
