The Healing Sunshine (一厘米的阳光)

Chapter 10.2 - Life's Hidden Billows (2)

The tears would not cease. How could they possibly stop simply because of one sentence from him?

Every person may have experienced this type of weeping, where once it begins, it cannot be contained anymore, until in the end you practically choke on your own tears. Unable to stanch them, you sob continuously, as if you have suffered a great injustice, and no matter who tries to console you, the attempt is useless.

Jǐ Yi had experienced this once, in her childhood.

This was the second time.

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Jì Chengyang said a couple of sentences, attempting to soothe her. Hearing that she was sobbing the entire time, he felt inexplicably testy, but he stifled that feeling. "Be good. Don't cry. It'll be better once surgery is done."

"Is it, is it a hundred percent guaranteed... to, to get better?" Her words were disjointed as a result of her sobbing.

She wanted to control her emotions, but it was wholly impossible.

Jì Chengyang was someone unaccustomed to lying. To put it more precisely, he had a certain degree of obsession with purity of morals, and he never lied. He grew quiet, all of sudden not speaking. Gazing at the half of his face that was below the white gauze, Jǐ Yi became even more panicked. "Tell me the truth, please? ..."

"It's a brain tumour that's putting pressure on the optic nerve and causing temporary blindness. That's why surgery needs to be arranged for as soon as possible." Jì Chengyang decided still to tell the truth. "It should get better once the surgery is done."

Never had she thought that an even scarier term would come up.

Could there be anything more frightening than this? Brain tumour. She felt that just the fact that these two words had appeared and were being used on him was already very cruel. How could it be a tumour? Why him? Why hadn't there been any indications or warnings at all? ...

"Is it... cancer?"

"Whether or not it is a malignant tumour is something that can only be confirmed after the surgery."

Soon, Jì Chengyang called for the nurse. He instructed for someone to call a taxi for Jǐ Yi and have it drive to downstairs of this hospital building and then take her back. Jǐ Yi had used more than thirty minutes to get here, but after spending less than ten minutes in this room, she was being sent away. She did not want to leave but did not have an excuse not to, especially under this circumstance where Jì Chengyang was so insistent about it.

She was not his family and could not find any excuse to stay and keep him company.

"May I come again tomorrow to see you?" Jǐ Yi's eyes were fixed on him.

Jì Chengyang loosened his hand's hold.

She stood before him, fearful that he would shake his head or perhaps state the word "no."

Fortunately, in the end, he nodded.

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As Jǐ Yi followed the nurse out the door, she saw Jì Chengyang pull out a cigarette from its case. He did not do as he usually did, though, and find his lighter, and instead, he merely played with it in one hand. That white cigarette twirled lightly between his two fingers. Half of his face was hidden behind the white gauze, concealing from sight his features and, even more so, his emotions.