Tong Jing suddenly stopped moving, as if he had been struck by a acupuncture point. In a voice that was barely audible, he muttered, "Yang Pu, I don't want to go back to the country, don't force me..."
"Have you stopped loving Boyang? Do you know he's been searching for you until he's almost gone mad?" Yang Pu shook Tong Jun, his hands grasping her shoulders, shaking her vigorously.
Tong Jun raised an eyebrow, slightly furrowed his brow and smiled shallowly, making a "whatever" expression, shook his head, "What's it to me? I didn't ask him to look for me!" It takes a lot of effort to make oneself appear nonchalant.
Yang Pu was taken aback, and the hand grasping her shoulder slipped down. She raised an eyebrow, "What did you just say? What do you mean it's none of your business?"
"Never mind if you didn't hear clearly—" Tong Jing unceremoniously brushed away the other hand on her shoulder and turned to leave.
You said Yang Pu had a hard time ruling, coming all the way to New York, taking one and a half months to find Tong Jing, how could he let her go so easily, quickly following up, Tong Jing took a step and he took a step, Tong Jing stopped and he also stopped, like a shadow, inseparable.
"Don't follow me anymore, or I'll think you like me—" Tong Jing stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. His words were as heavy as a bomb, yet his tone was light and clear, casual and boundless.
"If I like you, would you let me continue to follow you?" Yang Pu didn't get shocked by Tong Jing's words, instead he became passive and turned the tables, "an eye for an eye", with a hint of playfulness.
Tong Jing finally turned around, looking into his eyes, so clear and calm, like a quiet flowing river, even if it's muddy or not, he wouldn't lose control due to panic.
"So, do you like me?" He asked slowly with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
Yangpu smiled too, neither responding nor denying, but was very interested in seeing what Tong Jing was going to play.
"If you can't answer, then don't follow me——" Tong Jing smiled and retreated, revealing a triumphant expression.
"I like you!" Yang Pu said in the most ordinary language, yet it was the most shocking thing. He was being true to his feelings, straightforward and sincere, yet not lacking the empty grandeur of a cultured person. No mistake, he had acknowledged it, now let's see if Tong Jingxin believed him or not.
Tong Jing's triumphant smile vanished in an instant, as if the air around him had solidified, and he stood there like a statue.
"So now I'm qualified to follow you, right?" Yang Pu smiled contentedly, like a cat who had successfully stolen food.
After a long time, Tong Xuan raised her eyes and walked towards Yang Pu, letting out a faint sigh. "Yang Pu, I know you're Bai Yang's best friend, and I understand that you want to take me back for him, but please don't force me to do anything. I want to stay in America!"
"You said you want to stay in America, okay, then I ask you, don't you miss your books anymore? Don't you miss Boyang anymore? Don't you miss your family anymore?"
"This is none of your business, don't interfere!" Tong Jing said coldly, turning his head away.
"Yes, it's all your fault, everything is your fault—" Yang Pu's heart was dug out a piece, the pain was so intense, his tone became more and more urgent, hoarse from shouting, "We deserved it, we're to blame, we asked for it—"
"Yang Pu, that's enough!" Tong Jing bit her lip, fearing that if Yang Pu continued to speak, her emotions would collapse and her true nature would be exposed.
"Tell me, why did you come to the United States alone? You didn't want to come to the United States, did you? What's going on, say it?" Yang Pu not only didn't stop talking, but also stepped closer and closer, he couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take Tong Jing tormenting himself like this.
"Yang Pu, you should actually hate me instead—" The wound was suddenly exposed, and the inexpressible emotions surged to his head, forming a huge impulse that pressed against his tear glands. Tears lost control instantly, and he couldn't speak anymore. Accompanied by this was a cramping pain like a charley horse in his school uniform. "So painful—" Both hands covered his lower abdomen as Tong Jun's face twisted into a ball.
"Tong Jing, what's wrong?" Yang Pu hastily supported Tong Jing who was on the verge of collapse, his face pale with shock.
One hand tightly grasped Yang Pu beside him, unable to utter a single word, cold sweat constantly breaking out on his forehead and palms, his lower abdomen cramping more and more severely.
Yang Pu had never seen Fu Tong Jun's face so pale, watching her whole body convulse, he felt as if he could feel the intense pain too. "I'll take you to the hospital!"
He hailed a taxi and carefully put Tong Jing inside, then hurried in himself, "Go to XX Hospital—"
Back to this hospital, Yang Pu hugged Tong Jing and walked towards the hospital, "Doctor——, doctor——, doctor—" Each cry was like a roaring lion.
A hospital bed was pushed over by several nurses, and Yang Pu gently placed Tong Jing on it. Tong Jing still held onto Yang Pu's hand tightly, her brow furrowed, lips pursed, and her face covered in cold sweat.
"Tong Jing, don't worry, it'll be alright—" Yang Pu stroked Tong Jing's face, his heart heavy with emotion, the pain too much to put into words, he wished he could bear this suffering for her instead—
The hospital bed was pushed into the emergency room, and as soon as the door closed, Yang Pu's heart also shrank, his hands clasped together, silently praying that everything would be okay.
Ten minutes passed and the door suddenly opened, "The patient had an unexpected miscarriage—" a nurse rushed out.
"What? What's going on with a miscarriage?" Yang Pu grabbed onto the nurse who was about to rush forward.
"Medication-induced miscarriage—" The nurse was in a hurry, she had to go get the medicine, and hastily replied before quickly leaving Yang Pu behind.
(Note: If the above is also an English dialogue, it should be replaced with Chinese)
