Standing Next To You-Chapter 325: Heart Pounding

Fei Chuan reflected on her words and frowned. "....Right. That would be tiring."

He also didn’t want to be constantly under such feelings again. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Bei Sangyun took Fei Chuan’s palm from her cheek and put his hand on her chest.

Fei Chuan felt her soft bosom. He withdrew his hand in shock, his whole face turning red, "What are you doing?!"

Bei Sangyun took his hand back to her chest again, "Just feel the beating of my heart."

Fei Chuan struggled out of her hold. "...I don’t f-feel anything!"

He was feeling something else instead!

"Just be still. I want you to remember how you made me feel." Bei Sangyun looked at him solemnly. She was really serious about this.

Fei Chuan finally stopped struggling. He could only closed his eyes with a blushing face. He just wished this to end soon so he could withdraw his hand.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Fei Chuan felt the slight vibration under his palm. It was the loud beating of her heart.

"Can you feel that?" Bei Sangyun asked.

Fei Chuan opened his eyes and met her smiling gaze.

"You know, for many years my heartbeat was weak. It was late—twice later than a normal heartbeat. Sometimes, I didn’t feel my heart beating at all. I felt numb, and all my senses left me one by one," Bei Sangyun reminisced about the past. "Eventually, I attached myself to a heart monitor so that I could hear my heart beating. Only then did I feel alive."

Bei Sangyun smiled at Fei Chuan. There were emotions in her eyes that were too deep for him to decipher. "But ever since meeting you again, my heartbeats grew stronger and louder. I can feel its strength. It’s pounding against my chest. Just by being near you, my heart feels like it had taken an energizer and could run miles."

Fei Chuan’s heart raced. Bei Sangyun’s words were melting his heart into a pot of honey.

"You only have this effect on me, Fei Chuan. And in any lifetime, I will never meet anyone like you again."

Fei Chuan felt the intensity in her gaze. He swallowed.

How could he remain composed after this?

Really, she had him in the palm of her hand.

Fei Chuan clenched his hand. He felt he was going insane.

Like hypnotized, he closed their distance and gave a soft kiss to those lips that were spouting sweet words that could drive one crazy.

He only gave a soft kiss as his rationality left in him was telling him he should control himself since they were in a public place. He had to keep it together and stop at just a quick kiss.

His forehead leaned against hers, the tips of their noses touching. He muttered with all his strength, "I get it. Will you stop saying words that make me crazy?"

Bei Sangyun: "...."

She was caught off guard by the sudden attack.

She nodded her head dazedly, then shook her head when she realized what she was agreeing to.

She covered her face in embarrassment, "I am sorry, but I won’t stop."

Geez. Fei Chuan caught her off guard.

Her heartbeat was double—no, triple fast now. She felt her face burning.

Was she blushing?

Bei Sangyun fanned herself. She was an old soul, but she was easily swayed by this young version of Fei Chuan.

Ahhhhh.

She too was going crazy.

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Additional Scene:

In a silent, gloomy mansion, the loud sound of a plate breaking echoed throughout the huge dining room.

A thin woman in her thirties was clutching her chest. She was sickly pale, and her limbs were trembling.

"...Ye Zhai....Maid Ye Zhai!"

A middle-aged maid came running in.

"Madame..."

"My heart....my heart...stopped beating. I can’t...I can’t feel anything in my chest." The thin woman panicked. She tried to feel the heartbeat in her chest, but she couldn’t feel it pounding.

Maid Ye Zhai hurriedly called the resident doctor.

A while later, the doctor checked the woman’s heartbeat with a stethoscope.

There was a heartbeat; if there wasn’t, the woman would have been dead.

But the woman’s heartbeat was too weak and too slow.

"...It’s like bradycardia. The hearts of adults at rest usually beat between 60 and 100 times a minute. If you have bradycardia, your heart beats fewer than 60 times a minute. 40 times a minute is dangerously low. And your heart rate is 27 per minute. It’s a miracle that you are still alive."

"...Am I dying?" the woman weakly asked.

"...You have to undergo checkups again. The results might have changed." The doctor could not answer her question directly.

"Ha...Yeah, the results. They might have gotten worse. At first, it was just my taste. Then, I couldn’t even smell anything. And now...my heart. I am starting to lose my sensation little by little. Perhaps it is better to die."

"Please don’t say that. Our team is still working hard to cure you."

The woman laughed with ridicule, "...How long can I hold on? Look at me, Doc. I am slowly becoming bones. No matter what I do, I am losing my life without even knowing the real cause. I am dying."

The woman seemed to have lost all hope.

She was a healthy woman two years ago. But suddenly, she grew skinnier and weaker with no known cause. It was as if she had been cursed.

"While you still have breath left, we are not going to give up. So please don’t give up as well," the doctor insisted.

The woman turned silent.

She was a person who had survived hell many times. She wasn’t afraid of the devil and had become the devil herself.

She wouldn’t be afraid of this unknown illness. It was her unwillingness to lose against this illness that made her hold on.

Her strong will to live and the words of the doctor made her cling to the hope that she would be cured.

The woman did not like herself being weak. So she brought a heart monitor inside her bedroom and office, attaching it to herself 24/7.

Through this, she could hear her heart pounding even if it was so slow and weak. By doing this, she would at least feel that she was still alive and struggling.

The continuous ’beep’ was what kept her sane, made her aware that she was still alive in this damn world.