Zhuang Ling took a deep breath against the wall, uneasy as he lifted his hand to smooth out the corners of his clothes. Only then did he finally gather the resolve to turn around.

Shu Boheng sat on the bed, looking pale and listless. He was rubbing his temple with one hand while holding a stack of documents in the other. His chin was tensed tightly, apparently still somewhat angry.

Zhuang Ling, seeing this scene, had no time to worry about the awkwardness of not knowing how to face it. He strode forward and forcefully snatched the file from Shu Bohen's hand, tossing it onto the nearby chair.

Shu Boheng lowered his head and stared at his empty hands for a while before reluctantly raising his head and saying, "Zhuang Ling."

"You're not afraid of death? It's already in such a state and you're still working?!"

"Why did you come?"

"I...I came to see you..."

"The money has already been transferred to your account, as for the shares... cough cough... shares... I will..."

"Shut up!" Zhuang Ling saw Shu Boheng's persistent coughing and became extremely frustrated. He angrily poured a cup of water and handed it to him, then went over and patted his back. However, he had never done these things before, so his actions were inevitably rough. As a result, Shu Boheng's coughing not only didn't stop but instead became even more severe.

Zhuang Ling awkwardly stopped and asked, "Shu... Shu Boheng, are you alright?"

Shu Boheng closed his eyes and snuggled into Zhuang Ling's arms, motionless. Zhuang Ling was unsure if he had fainted, and for a moment, he panicked and hurriedly leaned forward to press the button, only to be stopped by Shu Boheng holding his hand.

"No problem."

"You...I'd better go and find a doctor..."

"No need." Shu Boheng brushed off Zhuang Ling's hand and sat up on his own. "Zhuang Ling, do you really have to do this?"

"What happened to me?"

I thought, with your pride, you wouldn't do something as arrogant as showing off after breaking up. Zhuang Ling, don't make me lose respect for you.

"I... Shu Boheng, where did you go in your thoughts? I came here just to..." Zhuang Ling couldn't go on anymore. Was it just to see you? To say that I had already died once, not only that, but I also witnessed your death? In the past, I was too foolish, but now I want to make it up to you."

Said aloud, one might fear being mercilessly mocked by him. Or perhaps he might think it's some new method devised to play tricks on him.

"I... just came to see you. I heard that you were hospitalized, so I..."

"I'm fine. You can leave now."

"Shu Boheng! Whether you believe it or not, I really just came here to see you. Those things I said a few days ago, you shouldn't take them to heart." Zhuang Ling averted his eyes from the person in front of him and his voice became softer and softer as he spoke.

"Heh. Is this a stick with a sweet date treat? Zhuang Ling, have you forgotten who I am?"

Shu Boheng was puzzled. How could this person come up to him and say such words without any grudge? It was as if, just a few days ago, this person had spoken coldly and said that no matter how much Shu Boheng did, he could never earn his favor. This person even kneeled down and begged Shu Boheng to spare him. Yet, the person standing before him now was not that Zhou Ling.

From a certain perspective, he actually guessed it right. Zhuang Ling is still Zhuang Ling, but he's just the Zhuang Ling who died once and became a ghost for a few days.

He still couldn't figure out his feelings for Shu Boheng. He only felt that since he already knew he was wrong, it would be inhumane not to find a way to make amends.

However, it was clear that Shu Boheng had no intention of giving himself this opportunity.

"I know that General Shu doesn't need anyone's charity, because with just a flick of your finger, people will flock to you. But I, Zhuang Ling, am not a cheap person either. I am appearing here because I feel that I have made mistakes in the past, and I have come to apologize to you."

"......"

"Shu Boheng, let's not be at loggerheads in the future, okay?"

Shu Boheng tightly pursed his lips without saying a word. He could feel a faint pain in his stomach.

Why does he have the audacity to say such things? All along, it has always been him who has been aggressive and intimidating. When Zhuang Ling calls him, he immediately rushes back no matter where he is. When he's feeling unwell, he refuses to go anywhere and stays by his side. But what about him? He ignores all of his attempts to reconcile and greets him with nothing but cold and sarcastic remarks. He has endured all of this, but on Christmas Eve a few days ago, while sitting on the sofa with his hand covering his abdomen, he asked him, "What will it take for you to turn around and look at me?" Zhuang Ling didn't even turn around and said, "Unless you're dead."

These words chilled Shu Boheng's heart completely.