Chapter 136: I Don't Owe You Anything

Zhou Yue stared blankly at Lin Dazhi, watching him strum the guitar, his expression light and breezy, his demeanor carefree.

A white shirt, black trousers, and clean, polished leather shoes.

That clean face was brimming with the aura of youth, just as it had been when the two first met.

That's right, she remembered now; Lin Dazhi could play the guitar and had once told her he wanted to be a wandering Singer.

But at the time, she had scoffed at him, mocking his head full of impractical ideas, saying that if he had that kind of time, he should find a way to earn more money.

Liu Haibo was also stunned, watching his late wife in a white dress, as if she were quietly singing to him during their first love.

That's right, she could sing; although she didn't have a professional music background, she sang very well and had once won first prize in the city-wide music teacher basic skills competition.

In the past, she had often liked to hum songs at home and would frequently joke to him, telling him to learn the guitar so he could accompany her, and that the two of them should form a duo to perform at the school-wide gala.

But he had felt she was purely daydreaming. He was destined to be a leader; where would he find the time to learn the guitar? Besides, if others knew he was learning guitar at his age, wouldn't they think he was immature and not attending to his proper duties?

Yet, looking at the two people before him, one playing the guitar and one singing, a very pure feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

"They really are a perfect match." At this moment, such a thought actually arose in Liu Haibo's heart.

He was immediately startled by his own thought!

And Li Hui, opposite him, seemed to know his thoughts as well; she fixed her gaze on his eyes and sang slowly:

"That line about walking on the bridge, I haven't arrived yet, don't start the rhyme, just turn your head away, don't send me any news."

Accompanied by the singing, the room suddenly vanished, and the four people arrived in a vast, open wilderness.

The night was deep, and a waning moon hung in mid-air.

Under the moonlight, an ancient stone bridge stood lonely amidst the wild grass, as if it had existed there since time immemorial.

The river beneath the bridge was dark and murky, flowing on toward an unknown, distant end.

Li Hui, dressed in white, held Liu Haibo's hand and stepped onto the stone bridge, step by step, her singing becoming increasingly mournful and melodious.

"What do I owe you, I don't owe you anything, you ask me if it's true, if it's really true..."

"Wait, no need to wait, wait, don't wait."

Li Hui stood in the center of the bridge, turned her body, and waved her fair hand gently at Lin Dazhi, the smile on her face gentle and serene.

Lin Dazhi smiled back at her, playing his instrument, and sang softly:

"Next Qingming, I will go to the sound-book to offer sacrifices to you, still listening, still quiet."

Hearing this line of song, Li Hui smiled sweetly, nodded gently, turned around, and holding Liu Haibo's hand, she did not look back again, walking across the stone bridge step by step until she vanished into the darkness.

The next moment, Zhou Yue gave a violent start and opened her eyes, discovering that she did not know when it had already turned dark.

And she was still by Zhou Xiaojun's hospital bed; the surroundings were empty and terrifyingly quiet.

"So it was a dream!"

Recalling the dream just now, Zhou Yue felt a lingering fear, yet an extremely complex look flashed in her eyes!

"That dream was just too realistic. Was that woman really Li Hui when she was young?"

Zhou Yue recalled everything that happened in the dream and discovered that she could actually remember every detail clearly.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly sounded, sounding exceptionally startling in the middle of the night!

Fortunately, it was a single-patient room, and at this moment, besides Zhou Xiaojun who was still in a coma, there was only her.

Zhou Yue picked up the phone, took a look, and discovered the incoming number was a landline, and it was somewhat familiar.

"Hello?"

Zhou Yue answered the phone, and a male voice immediately came from the other end.

"Hello, is this Zhou Yue? This is the Shangcheng Public Security Branch; is it convenient for you to come over for a moment?"

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, a sense of foreboding rose in Zhou Yue's heart.

She forced herself to remain calm and asked: "Now? Is something the matter?"

"You are Liu Haibo's wife, right? I am notifying you of something; you need to be mentally prepared."

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Zhou Yue's heart skipped a beat.

"What~~~what happened? What's wrong with Lao Liu?" Zhou Yue asked nervously.

"He just suffered a sudden heart attack and collapsed; he is currently being resuscitated at the hospital..."

"What?"

Before the person on the other end could finish speaking, Zhou Yue let out a scream!

She remembered that realistic and eerie dream just now, her body swayed, and she nearly fainted!

"At~~~at which hospital?" Zhou Yue asked urgently.

"At the City People's Hospital; are you far from there?" the voice on the other end asked.

"No, not far; I am at the hospital right now," Zhou Yue said hurriedly.

"Then come directly to the resuscitation room; the ambulance will be there shortly."

Hearing the other end hang up the phone, Zhou Yue got up and rushed out of the ward.

Once at the door, she remembered that her younger brother was still lying in bed, so she hurriedly called her dad, Zhou Dakui, asking him to come over and urgently watch him for a while.

Although Zhou Dakui was unwilling, upon hearing that something had happened to Liu Haibo, he still hurriedly got up and rushed toward the hospital.

Zhou Yue rushed anxiously to the emergency room, and not long after, she saw a police car arrive outside; after the car door opened, a mobile hospital bed was pushed out.

"Lao Liu!" She hurriedly ran over and saw that Liu Haibo's body was covered in tubes, connected to various instruments, with doctors and nurses surrounding him, performing resuscitation.

"Doctor, how is he? What exactly happened?" Zhou Yue asked nervously.

"Family member, don't get agitated; we will do our best to resuscitate him." After the doctor dropped this sentence, he hurriedly pushed the bed into the emergency room.

Zhou Yue sat down on a chair, her eyes vacant.

"Hello, are you Zhou Yue?" a policewoman nearby asked.

"Ah, yes, I am, I am; what exactly happened to Lao Liu?" Zhou Yue asked.

"Don't be anxious yet, I don't know the specifics either, you should talk to the doctor," the policewoman said, gesturing for a doctor nearby to come over.

The latter immediately asked, "Are you his spouse? Does he have any medical history?"

Zhou Yue shook her head and said, "I don't know."

"You don't know? Aren't you his partner?"

"We only got married not long ago."

"Even so, you should have some understanding."

"I don't know, I really don't know!"

Zhou Yue clutched her hair, her eyes filled with a look of terror.

Seeing her in this state, the doctor hurriedly comforted her and stopped asking questions.

More than half an hour later, the door to the emergency room opened, and several doctors walked out from inside.

"How is it?" the police officer in charge of the escort asked.

The doctor's face was filled with a look of regret; he shook his head and said, "We did our best."

"Thump!"

Hearing this from the doctor, Zhou Yue's legs went weak, and she collapsed directly onto the floor.

The next moment, everything went black before her eyes, and she fainted!