Chapter 514 This Time, He Will Never Wake Up

Today was the Saturday. It was a rare warm day when the sun was shining brightly.

Rose arrived early at the hospital with Doris and brought a hearty breakfast for Bright and Marley.

"Uncle Marley, here I am again." Doris, the little cutie, ran to Marley's bed, "Are you feeling better?"

Marley nodded. His bright inky eyes seemed to be saying that he felt better after seeing her.

"Marley, you look better today." Rose took the breakfast out and put it on the table.

Bright came out of the bathroom, walked over and hugged Rose gently. The warmth and tacit
understanding between the couple was unmistakable.

"Now Doris sticks to Marley more than she does to me." Bright sat down on the sofa.

"Are you jealous?" Rose handed him the chopsticks, her eyes filled with laughter.

"I'm happy." Bright took the chopsticks and turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, "It's a nice
day. I'll take Marley out for a walk at noon."

"I am going to get the wheelchair and blanket ready." Rose said.

Bright and his family spent the morning talking with Marley, reading to him. Doris showed Marley the
children's songs and dances she had learned in the kindergarten.

Marley called Doris by her name with difficulty, which surprised them.

After lunch, it was the hottest of the day.

Bright did a great job of keeping Marley warm by dressing him in a down jacket and putting on a hat
and gloves.



After years of being bedridden, Marley was very light. So, Bright could easily pick him up.

Marley sat down in the wheelchair. Rose then put a cashmere blanket on his legs, "So you will not be
cold."

"Then let's go." Doris raised her right hand happily.

"Let's go." Bright reached out and rubbed the top of Doris' hair.

"Daddy, you mess my hair." Doris fixed her hair.

The three adults looked at the cute girl and smiled. Doris was someone who brought joy to them.

There was an artificial lake in the convalescent hospital. It was very shallow and had koi of all colors
swimming in it.

There were willow trees around the lake. It was winter now. So, the willow branches were a bit gray.
But there were low evergreen right bushes. Besides, the fragrant Chimonanthus were already in bloom.
The golden wax plum blossoms were like little golden suns.

They circled the lake, smelled the flowers, and enjoyed the rare sunshine, breathing in the fresh air.

"Let's go inside." Bright felt a slight breeze.

Marley shook his head and said one word, "No..."

He wanted to stay a little longer to see more of the place.

He didn't want to stay in the ward all the time. He had stayed there too long.

Bright and others just sat with him on the bench by the lake.



"Marley, are you cold?" Bright pulled the blanket over his lap to cover him.

"No..." Marley could only say single words, but what he said was clear, "want to... sit..."

"OK." Bright nodded.

"You guys sit here. I'll go get some fruit." Rose then took Doris and went to get fruit.

Marley looked at the blue sky and the white clouds. There were pigeons passing by...

"It's... nice." Today, Marley said a little more, and was in rare good spirits.

Marley's fingertips trembled and wrote three words on the back of his hand, "Don't be sad..."

"Marley..." Bright held the armrest in one hand with mixed feelings.

Marley smiled, and wrote down four more words, "I want to rest."

"OK. Just take a break. I'll be here with you all the time." Bright pulled the blanket up and covered him
his chest, "Sleep..."

Marley closed his eyes and leaned back against the wheelchair.

Marley's head tilted to the left and his body tilted to Bright, his head resting on Bright's shoulder.

Bright looked at the lake, through the lake and into the distance. He looked calm, but his eyes were
deep and dark.

Bright sat there motionless and let Marley rest on his shoulder.

When Rose and Doris took the fruit and the juice over, they saw such a quiet and peaceful scene.



She stood in front of Bright, who looked up at her. When their eyes met, their eyes spoke for
themselves.

"Don't talk. Marley is asleep. Don't wake him up." Bright gritted his teeth, "I want to stay with him a little
longer."

Rose sat down next to Bright and then held Doris. They sat next to Bright, not saying anything.

Bright reached out his left arm and wrapped Rose's shoulders, holding them in his arms.

Rose felt distressed, but didn't know what to do. The only thing she could do was stay with him.

They sat in silence until the sun was covered and the cold wind blew. Bright felt cold in his body and
heart.

"Bright, shall I call the doctor?" Rose suggested. Sitting here like this was not a good idea.

Bright remained expressionless, as if he was petrified.

"I know you're upset. But Doris and I are always there with you. Bright, don't be like this. Marley won't
want to see you like this..." Rose took his hand, only to find that his hand was so cold. "If you don't
want to face it, then leave it to me."

Bright felt the warmth from the skin of his hand. Then, he tilted his head and met Rose's worried gaze.

He suppressed the raging pain inside and said in a husky voice, "I'll do it myself."

"OK." Rose nodded.

Bright carefully straightened Marley's body, so that Marley could lean against the wheelchair. He was
sleeping peacefully and calmly. There was no pain on his face, as if he had known he was going to end



up like this.

Bright pulled the blanket up to cover Marley's face. His eyes were filled with tears and red, but he
would not let himself cry weakly.

Bright pushed Marley back to the ward, while Rose followed with Doris in her arms. They drew some
attention and sympathy from others.

Bright carried Marley from the wheelchair to the bed and put his remains in order as the informed
doctors arrived.

"...Mr. Bright, we're sorry."

Bright took the white cloth and covered Marley.

"Mom, what happened to Uncle Marley?" Doris asked in a whisper in Rose's arms.

"Uncle Marley is asleep and will never wake up this time." Rose choked while saying each word. She
couldn't hold back her tears.

She even couldn't accept that Marley left them like this, let alone Bright, who grew up with him.

He must have suffered as much as she had lost her grandfather.


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