Hold on. Just a little longer.
Silent night. The first snow of that winter quietly began to fall.
Su Pu’s neck was smeared with Li Jichuan’s blood, his nostrils filled with the cold night air and the metallic stench.
He carried Li Jichuan, heading downhill.
His phone was lost; he wore only a thin sweater. He couldn’t remember how he had arrived there.
He vaguely recalled being at the Su residence, drinking warm water from the servant.
Probably another trick by Su Hui…
But now, Su Pu felt no anger.
Good thing he was taken up the mountain; otherwise, how could he have saved Li Jichuan?
He even felt a grim sense of relief.
This road had been closed by the government due to frequent accidents. They walked for a long time without seeing a single car.
Good thing Su Hui chose this path—otherwise, how long would Li Jichuan have had to wait for help?
Su Pu curled his lips, dragging a man nearly twice his weight through the long, silent night.
Snow slowly covered their tracks; the descent was far from over.
Li Jichuan seemed to be losing strength; Su Pu felt his breath weakening behind him.
The skin beneath his fingers grew colder.
No, Li Jichuan cannot be hurt…
But his own knees buckled, and he collapsed into the snow.
Exhausted, cold sweat soaking his pale face like a sudden storm, he had no strength left.
Could he really give up now?
Li Jichuan… what about him? Why was he here, bleeding from head to foot?
Looking up, the path they had traveled left a shocking blood trail.
The glaring red slowly faded under the snow…
No, stop!
Biting his lip, Su Pu pressed his hands to Li Jichuan’s leg wounds.
Stop bleeding… please… stop…
Please, heavens… any god… save Li Jichuan!
He was such a good person. He didn’t deserve to die like this…
Su Pu wept desperately, tearing at his sweater.
Why had he worn a sweater today? Otherwise, he could’ve torn strips to bandage Li Jichuan.
Why now…
Fumbling through Li Jichuan’s clothes, he found a phone in his pocket.
Call the police… emergency…
A flash of inspiration: Li Jichuan could still be saved.
He just needed to call.
Not knowing the password, he pressed the emergency option.
The operator at the dispatch center began asking questions repeatedly.
“Hello, can you hear me?”
“May I ask what help you need…”
“Hello?”
“If this is a prank call, occupying the emergency line for too long will incur legal consequences…”
“Hello, are you unable to speak?”
The blood had already stained the surrounding snow a deep crimson, like a vivid flower blooming in the white winter landscape.
Su Pu clutched Li Jichuan, sobbing helplessly.
His mind was completely unraveling.
Looking around, Su Pu saw the winding mountain road. If he couldn’t save Li Jichuan, perhaps he could stand at the guardrail and leap—at least, on that path to the afterlife, they could go together.
“Air… airport mountain road…”
From somewhere in his sleep, Su Pu heard a strange voice.
The eerie part—this voice came from his own lips.
“Save him… save him…”
“Save… Li… Jichuan…”
The night was bitterly cold, and Su Pu’s frail body could not withstand both the chill and the collapse of his spirit. He gradually lost consciousness.
When the rescue team finally arrived, they separated the two tightly embracing bodies.
Afterward, Li Jichuan underwent a grueling surgery lasting over thirty hours, surviving, but losing the use of his leg.
Su Pu awoke three days later, with no memory of that night.
All he knew was that he had a long, harrowing dream—but what had happened in it, he could not recall…
…
Until now.
Su Pu slowly opened his eyes.
Everything, every memory of that night, suddenly came back vividly, as if replaying before him.
“The human brain is fascinating…”
He remembered the words of his psychologist:
“Perhaps your brain discarded memories or emotions it couldn’t process…”
Could it really be true?
Su Pu touched his cheek, fingertips damp with his own cool tears.
He recalled the fragmented dreams of Li Jichuan’s bloodied face… perhaps he had really witnessed that scene firsthand.
He looked at the small scar on his wrist.
It had appeared at some unknown time. Now he knew the truth.
It was the mark left when, using all his strength, he had pulled Li Jichuan from the deformed car, brushing against the searing metal.
Proof that that night had really happened.
He also remembered that after he woke, Su Hui had been unusually attentive, checking on him daily.
He had assumed it was his mischievous younger brother’s pang of conscience before leaving abroad.
But in fact, Su Hui had been testing him—seeing how much he remembered of that night.
Su Pu had truly forgotten everything… until now.
And now, those long-buried memories returned in vivid clarity.
In a moment even he had no memory of, the brave Su Pu had rescued the stranded little princess Li Jichuan!
He took a deep breath, holding back tears.
He had saved Li Jichuan. He had kept him from the flames. He had preserved a life!
Su Pu could no longer contain his overwhelming emotion. He had the power to protect the one he loved.
The fragile, helpless, seemingly insignificant Su Pu had saved his beloved, his husband!
He scrambled up, pulled on a beautiful outfit from the wardrobe, and rushed to Li Jichuan’s company.
He could no longer tolerate a single second of unspoken words.
He wanted to tell Li Jichuan: I love you, I really love you.
With strength beyond instinct, he could protect him!
He was no longer fragile, no longer meek. He would use all his power to hold him, even in moments his own memory could not retain, he had struggled to reach him.
I love you. I love you beyond memory, in every remembered or forgotten scene—I love you.
…
Su Pu arrived at the top floor of Li Group. Li Jichuan’s office was empty.
Strange. That morning, Li Jichuan had said his schedule was packed…
Off to a meeting?
Suppressing his anxiety, Su Pu sat on the sofa to wait.
Tap, tap—
Through the glass door, Anderson caught his eye and deliberately knocked twice.
Su Pu stood.
Anderson smiled, leaving a document to be signed on Li Jichuan’s desk, then looked at Su Pu.
“Here to see Lee?”
Su Pu nodded.
“I know you’re anxious, so I’ll bend the rules this once…”
He shook his head with a faint smile. “Lee thinks too much, but he values you. He always feels he must wait for perfection before allowing himself happiness.
“But happiness is actually simple, don’t you think?”
Under Anderson’s gaze, Su Pu felt a subtle warmth in his chest.
“You won’t find him here. If you want to see him, you’ll have to go elsewhere…”