Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 888: Peach Blossoms Bloom Along the Path, She Slowly Returns

Chapter 888: Chapter 888: Peach Blossoms Bloom Along the Path, She Slowly Returns

"Serena..." Hayden Crawford struggled to wipe the tears from her face with his thumb, even though the more he wiped, the more tears there were. "It’s okay, I entrust myself to you..."

"Miss Sterling, Mr. Crawford must now enter the sterile room. We await your good news." At that moment, the doctor and nurse wheeled Hayden Crawford away.

...

Serena Sterling’s emotions were difficult to calm, but she forced herself to get into the subject; she slowly sat in the chair and took out the medical journal left by Zane Crawford.

She opened the first page, which was full of his talents, knowledge, and accomplishments in medicine. Serena Sterling turned page after page...

Her eyes felt dry, as if no more tears could fall. Yet, they were also stinging, perhaps pierced by his words, a pain so deep.

Serena Sterling reached the last page, the ultimate equation. She knew that only by unlocking this ultimate equation could Hayden Crawford be saved; the countless people suffering from heart failure could be saved.

She picked up a pen, the tip falling upon clean white paper, yet she could write nothing.

She simply could not unlock it.

Quickly, 24 hours had passed. Hayden Crawford’s life had only 24 hours left.

At night, when Cherie entered the room, Serena Sterling was still sitting on that chair, quietly alone. Throughout these past 24 hours, Serena Sterling maintained this posture, her long lashes lowered, repeatedly scrutinizing Zane Crawford’s medical journal.

"Lady," Cherie walked over, offering a bowl of bird’s nest soup, "You haven’t eaten anything today, not even taken a sip of water. Not eating and drinking like this surely won’t do."

Serena Sterling didn’t look up; she just murmured, "Cherie, here it records his process of injecting blood from the young twice, defying natural genetics, forcibly changing fate against heaven. How could there be someone so foolish in this world?"

Cherie didn’t know how to respond.

Serena Sterling flipped through two more pages; she lightly hooked her red lips, "The one who pulls the Sky Sword will have their heart and veins severed, dying from pain. This medical journal seems like the path he walked; I now look back at the road he’s traveled, suddenly realizing the suffering he endured, the unbearable pain he went through."

Cherie was silent for a long time before softly speaking, "Lady..."

"Cherie, you may leave. I’m tired and want to rest."

Cherie glanced at that clean white paper; there was still no writing, 24 hours were counting down, but Serena Sterling was utterly exhausted.

Cherie wondered whether Zane Crawford knew he could make the lady hurt and ache like this.

Cherie withdrew.

Serena Sterling didn’t lie down on the bed to rest; instead, she fell asleep at the desk, and she started dreaming.

She dreamed of the night of her wedding with Zane Crawford. He lifted her red veil with a joy scale, and in the flickering candlelight, she looked up at him. The most handsome boy in a white shirt and black suit had changed into a red robe, his handsome face like jade.

He looked at her softly, with brilliant light in his clear, black eyes.

At that time, she didn’t know it was his last glance.

Serena Sterling thought of that encounter on the streets of Aethelgard many years ago when he seemed just to have turned 18, at the peak of youth, while she was still a student at T University. Youthful boys and girls, with a fleeting glance, laid the groundwork for deep and prosperous affection later.

In her eyes, he was always a boy, the cleanest boy.

But she didn’t know, he had already grown into a man, he had given her all his love.

In the end... it was disappointed.

Suddenly, Serena Sterling felt very cold; she slowly opened her eyes, realizing the window had been opened without her knowing, letting in the cold wind.

She dazedly sat in the chair, raising her slender arms to hug herself, trying to give herself some warmth.

At that moment, a sudden warmth cloaked her shoulders; it was a black coat.

Serena Sterling’s lashes trembled, then slowly raised her head, seeing a familiar figure, that cool and brilliant presence she knew so well.

Zane Crawford.

Zane Crawford had returned.

Clad in a white shirt and black trousers, the shirt’s buttons covered his clean and delicate wrists, just as she remembered him.

Zane... Crawford...

Serena Sterling stared at him in a daze.

Zane Crawford placed a coat on her shoulders, then gently raised his hand to close the window, halting the cold wind from outside, his thin lips curving in a soft, lingering smile at her.

Zane...

Serena Sterling’s long lashes trembled; she genuinely opened her eyes, waking from her dream.

It was just a dream.

Serena Sterling was still lying at the desk, immobile, but her dry, stinging eyes suddenly moistened, hot tears falling once more.

She knew Zane Crawford had returned.

He had returned in her dreams.

At this moment, a "ding-a-ling" sound rang crisply in her ears; Serena Sterling stood up, opened her room door, and walked out.

She followed the clear sound to the backyard and saw the entire garden of... red beans of longing.

Zane Crawford had been gone for several months, yet here the red beans of longing bloomed without wilting; each one fully ripe and vibrantly spreading.

Serena Sterling stepped forward, walking the path Zane Crawford had last traveled, arriving at the cluster of red beans of longing.

Though the weather was the coldest, Serena Sterling only felt a gentle breeze against her face. The hem of her skirt brushed against the red beans, trailing along the ground. Strangely, the beans dropped off as she walked, falling into the soil.

Zane Crawford planted a garden full of red beans for her, which fell at her return.

The red beans fell into the soil, transforming into spring earth.

Serena Sterling thus walked along the path, past the garden of red beans, and arrived at the door of Zane Crawford’s bedroom. She reached out, pushing the door open.

Zane Crawford’s bedroom remained as he had left it, clean and tidy, untouched by dust. Serena Sterling walked in slowly, approaching the desk.

On the desk was something, a single red bean.

The red bean quietly lay there, as if waiting for its owner.

Serena Sterling extended a hand, picking up that red bean, placing it in her palm, just like Zane Crawford did before death, never letting go.

A night breeze came, peach blossoms bloomed on the path, she had slowly returned.

Serena Sterling curled her slender, white fingers, clutching the red bean tightly, then slowly closed her eyes, feeling hot tears crossing her eyes, this time, she smiled in her flickering tear-light.

He gave her a grand era.

She accompanied him through a display of fireworks.

Later, Serena Sterling successfully unlocked Zane Crawford’s last ultimate equation in the final 24 hours, shocking the entire medical community. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Henceforth, the major mystery of heart failure in the medical field was successfully overcome, and the potent medication for heart failure was quickly put into clinical trials, saving countless people from dire circumstances.

When everyone took photos of Serena Sterling during interviews, Serena Sterling openly shared Zane Crawford’s last medical notes, saying in my view, Prof. Crawford has never left; he’s always been with us. I’ll walk the path ahead in his stead.

People with sharp eyes noticed a red string around Serena Sterling’s neck, with a red bean of longing strung on it.

Later, the potent medication was named X in Zane Crawford’s honor.

(Babies, we’ll pause the Lu Liu story starting today. Zane’s part ends perfectly; though Zane’s story is a tragedy, each character under Snow’s pen is vivid and has their fulfillment. Tomorrow will have more on Lu Liu.)