TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 76
by VolareChapter 74: Plane Crash
Thursday morning, Zhuo Huaimo woke up from a nightmare, his back soaked in cold sweat.
In the dream, Qi Yanwang stood in a sea of fire, reaching out to him, his lips moving as if to say,
“I love you!”
Zhuo Huaimo sat up abruptly, his fingers trembling as he reached for his phone and dialed Qi Yanwang’s number.
Beep—Beep—Beep—
No answer.
He dialed again, still no one answered.
Zhuo Huaimo’s breathing became rapid, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. He immediately called Yu Fengran.
“Hello?”
Yu Fengran’s voice was hoarse, like he had just woken up.
“Where’s Qi Yanwang?” Zhuo Huaimo’s voice was tight.
“At the company, there’s a board meeting this morning.”
Yu Fengran yawned. “He’s probably in the meeting, phone must be on silent.”
Zhuo Huaimo breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his fingertips were trembling.
“Is he… coming today?”
“Of course,”
Yu Fengran chuckled. “He even asked me to order your favorite shredded chicken last night! What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Zhuo Huaimo took a deep breath. “Just… had a dream.”
Yu Fengran laughed. “You two are really something, more clingy than the other.”
Zhuo Huaimo didn’t say anything more. After hanging up, he forced himself to calm down.
Qi Yanwang was at the company, in a meeting, phone on silent, all normal.
He must be too nervous.
But why… was his heart still beating so fast?
At the film set.
Zhuo Huaimo stared at the monitor, absent-minded the entire morning.
“Director Zhuo?”
The assistant director called him for the third time. “Should we dim the lighting for this scene a bit more?”
Zhuo Huaimo snapped back to reality, frowning at the monitor.
“Yeah, dim it half a stop.”
He glanced down at his phone—Qi Yanwang still hadn’t returned his call.
During the lunch break, Zhuo Huaimo dialed Qi Yanwang’s number again.
Beep—Beep—
Still no answer.
He called again, this time it went straight to voicemail.
“The number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips turned cold. He immediately called Yu Fengran.
“Where’s Qi Yanwang?”
Yu Fengran’s voice was a bit noisy.
“He went to the airport. He should be boarding by now.”
“I can’t get through to his phone!”
“Isn’t it normal to turn off your phone on the plane?”
Yu Fengran chuckled. “Director Zhuo, isn’t your possessiveness a bit much?”
Zhuo Huaimo ignored his teasing, hung up the phone, and dialed Qi Yanwang’s number again.
“The phone you have dialed is switched off…”
His heart sank.
Something was wrong.
Qi Yanwang would never not send him a message before boarding.
He would definitely say—
“Boarding now, I’ll call you when I land.”
Or—
“Missing you, see you tonight.”
But now… there was nothing.
At three in the afternoon, the film set suddenly became chaotic.
“Director Zhuo! Something’s happened!”
The script supervisor exclaimed, rushing over with her phone. “Look at the news!”
Zhuo Huaimo frowned and took the phone. The screen displayed a shocking headline—
“Breaking! Flight CA1487 encountered severe turbulence after takeoff, failed to make an emergency landing, and crashed in the mountains of Yunnan!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s breath caught in his throat. This was the flight that Qi Yanwang often took!
His fingers trembled uncontrollably, his gaze fixed on the line—
CA1487…10:30… Jiangcheng to Yunnan…
“Impossible…”
Zhuo Huaimo stood up abruptly, frantically dialing Qi Yanwang’s number.
“The phone you have dialed is switched off…”
He dialed again, still off.
Again, still off.
“Qi Yanwang…”
His voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, his fingers clutching the phone tightly, his knuckles white.
Everyone on set went silent, watching him in horror.
Zhuo Huaimo’s world suddenly went silent.
He saw the script supervisor’s mouth moving, saw the assistant director rushing over to support his swaying body, but all the sounds were like muffled behind a thick frosted glass.
His vision began to blur, his ears were ringing, as if something was tearing at his nerves.
The curse echoed loudly—
“Everyone who falls in love with me will suffer misfortune within three months.”
“It was like that with my parents, and my uncle too…”
“Now… it’s Qi Yanwang’s turn!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s chest rose and fell sharply, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and everything in front of him began to twist and blur.
He staggered forward two steps, reaching out to grab something, but he grabbed nothing.
“Qi Yanwang…”
His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. The next second, everything went black, and he fell heavily to the ground.
The film set instantly erupted into chaos.
“Director Zhuo!”
“Call an ambulance!”
“He’s passed out!”
But Zhuo Huaimo couldn’t hear anything.
His world had completely collapsed.
Zhuo Huaimo felt like he was floating in a void.
In the distance, Qi Yanwang stood in front of the wreckage of the plane, the firelight reflecting on his pale face.
“Huaimo…”
His voice seemed to come from a great distance, “Go back.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his head frantically, staggering towards him.
“I’ll go with you!”
“No…”
Qi Yanwang’s figure began to become transparent. “Go back…”
“Qi Yanwang!”
Zhuo Huaimo reached out to grab him, but only grabbed a handful of cold air.
Suddenly, a harsh sound of instruments rang in his ears, the hurried shouts of medical staff, and—
“Blood pressure is still dropping!”
“Adrenaline 1mg IV push!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s consciousness struggled in the darkness. He didn’t want to live anymore.
If Qi Yanwang was dead, what was the point of him living?
“Qi Yanwang…”
He murmured, tears sliding from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. “Take me with you…”
Suddenly, a blinding white light split the darkness.
Zhuo Huaimo opened his eyes abruptly, the pungent smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils.
In a daze, he saw a haggard face—
Qi Yanwang.
His chin was covered with a dark stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, his suit was wrinkled, as if he hadn’t changed it for days.
Was it a hallucination?
Zhuo Huaimo blinked, his vision blurred with tears.
How could a hallucination be so real? He could even smell Qi Yanwang’s scent.
Until warm tears dripped on his face.
“You…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s throat felt like it had been rubbed with sandpaper. “Is it… really you?”
Qi Yanwang pulled him into his arms, his trembling palm pressed against his back.
“It’s me, I’m here!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s pupils constricted violently.
It wasn’t a hallucination.
Qi Yanwang’s temperature, his breathing, the thin calluses on his fingertips—were all real.
“You…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s throat felt like it was on fire, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible.
The heart rate line on the monitor spiked instantly.
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly burst into a heartbreaking wail, his fist slamming hard on Qi Yanwang’s shoulder.
“Where did you go! I thought you… I thought… the news said the plane crashed! I couldn’t get through to your phone…”
Qi Yanwang pulled him into his arms, his grip so tight it was almost suffocating.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s okay, it’s okay!”
But Zhuo Huaimo couldn’t seem to hear him, hitting his shoulders in a breakdown.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone! Why didn’t you reply to my message! You know I…”
His voice choked, and he suddenly coughed violently, the needle on the back of his hand was pulled out, and blood spurted out instantly.
“I was wrong, I was wrong! Don’t move!”
Qi Yanwang let him hit him, just held him tighter.
“I changed my flight…”
Qi Yanwang hurriedly pressed his hand down and pressed the call bell, while his other hand held him tightly.
The nurse rushed in to reinsert the needle, but Zhuo Huaimo didn’t seem to feel any pain, just stared at Qi Yanwang.
“What exactly happened?”
Qi Yanwang sighed, his forehead pressed against his: “I changed my flight.”
“There was a problem with a contract, and they needed me to deal with it!”
Qi Yanwang smiled bitterly. “I was at the airport, but then I went to see an investor! I was talking to them all the time, and my phone ran out of battery! Later, I called you back before boarding! They said you were in the hospital… I…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s fingers were still trembling, and tears welled up again, rolling down his cheeks and onto the back of Qi Yanwang’s hand.
Qi Yanwang kissed his fingertips.
“I’m sorry, I made you worry.”
Zhuo Huaimo shook his head, suddenly threw himself into his arms, and wailed like a child.
All the fear, despair, and lingering dread, erupted at this moment.
Qi Yanwang held him tightly, letting his tears soak his shirt.
“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere…”
Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in, stretching the shadows of the two embracing each other.
Only the rhythmic “beep beep” of the monitor was left in the ward.
Zhuo Huaimo’s fingertips gently traced the contours of Qi Yanwang’s face, as if wanting to engrave it into his soul.
As long as he was alive, that was all that mattered.
As long as he was alive, that was better than anything.
“Qi Yanwang…”
Zhuo Huaimo’s voice was very soft. “I have something to tell you.”
Qi Yanwang held his hand, his thumb stroking the back of his hand.
“Yes, I’m listening.”
“About two years ago…”
Zhuo Huaimo took a deep breath. “About why I had to break up.”
Qi Yanwang’s body tensed noticeably, but quickly relaxed.
“Didn’t we agree to wait until ‘Early Spring’ is finished filming before…”
“I can’t wait.”
Zhuo Huaimo grabbed his hand. “I’m afraid…”
Afraid of what, he didn’t say.
But Qi Yanwang understood—like today, afraid it would be too late.
“Okay.”
Qi Yanwang held him even tighter. “I’m listening.”
“When I was ten years old, my parents took me to a fortune teller. The blind man said that I had the Star of Calamity and Loneliness, and all my loved ones would…”
He choked up, and Qi Yanwang immediately tightened his arms.
“At first, no one believed it.”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled bitterly. “Until my parents’ car accident, my uncle’s cancer…”
Qi Yanwang’s pupils constricted violently.
“Do you remember that temple we went to together in Hokkaido?”
Zhuo Huaimo asked softly, “Actually… that wasn’t my first time there.”
Qi Yanwang’s heart suddenly sank.
“At that time, I still didn’t believe it, I didn’t even believe in the gods in the country, I specially ran to Hokkaido, but unfortunately, I got a similar answer!”
Qi Yanwang lovingly kissed his forehead. “No, you believed it. If you really didn’t believe it, you wouldn’t have gone to verify it!”
“Maybe!”
Qi Yanwang’s chest rose and fell sharply, and he suddenly understood something.
“So you don’t let me take dangerous roles, you don’t let me near any potentially dangerous places…”
Zhuo Huaimo nodded, tears falling on their clasped hands.
“I’m scared…”
“Huaimo…”
Qi Yanwang’s voice was hoarse. “Listen to me…”
“I love you!”
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly looked up, looking at him with tearful eyes. “I love you so much!”
Qi Yanwang’s heart contracted violently. This straightforward and fervent confession made him have an ominous premonition that instantly swept through his body…