Became the Terminally Ill Supporting Male Lead's Rabbit Spirit

"Do you like my bunny ears?" Su Ci lay on Lu Zhe's lap, lifting her gaze to look at him with sparkling eyes.

"Mm," Lu Zhe responded, playing with the bunny ears on her head for a moment before taking her hand and signaling for her to sit on his lap. "Do you want to go see the moon?"

Su Ci nodded. With him, anything was fine.

Lu Zhe didn't let her go. He maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room, holding her in his arms.

A caregiver stepped out into the hallway, intending to find Lu Zhe for his massage. The next moment, she saw Lu Zhe emerge from the room, his girlfriend cradled in his arms. The girl's white dress draped over his legs, and her white bunny ears made her look adorable yet alluring.

The caregiver froze in place, her expression blank. She had never seen Lu Zhe, who was usually cold and reserved, look so tender and gentle as he smiled at the girl.

The elevator ascended to the rooftop.

The Lu family's rooftop featured a sky garden, built by Lu Chen specifically for his wife, Wen Ya. It included a greenhouse filled with flowers and a variety of beautiful blooms planted around. It was summer, and with dedicated staff tending to the garden, the flowers were in full bloom, filling the air with a delicate fragrance.

Su Ci worried that sitting on Lu Zhe for too long might strain him, so she slipped off his lap.

"There's a pavilion here too?" Su Ci exclaimed with delight.

In the center of the rooftop stood a pavilion, its sides draped with white gauze curtains and adorned with strings of warm yellow fairy lights, giving it an ethereal charm.

Lu Zhe watched as the girl lifted the gauze curtains. "We can lie down here and watch the stars," he said.

Su Ci noticed the pavilion had no roof, and in the middle was a large circular daybed.

She turned back to Lu Zhe. "I'll lie down with you."

The daybed was soft, sinking like a cloud of cotton as they lay down.

Su Ci and Lu Zhe lay side by side, gazing at the dark night sky. There was only a crescent moon and a few faint stars—nothing particularly romantic.

Su Ci turned onto her side, facing Lu Zhe. She blinked and asked, "Is the moon beautiful?"

Lu Zhe looked at the sky and replied softly, "Mm."

Su Ci reached out, cupping his face to turn it toward her. "Don't look at the moon. Look at me."

The girl was shameless. "After all, no matter how beautiful the moon is, it's not as beautiful as me."

Their eyes met, and Lu Zhe chuckled softly. How could someone be so confidently charming?

Su Ci shifted closer to Lu Zhe, almost pressing against him. She found looking at him far more romantic than the moon. "Lu Zhe, do you want to kiss me?" she asked bluntly.

Lu Zhe smirked. "No."

Su Ci had been ready to lean in for a kiss if he said yes, but his response made her widen her eyes in surprise.

Fine, no kiss then.

She huffed lightly and started to turn back.

But in the next moment, Lu Zhe's cool fingers gently lifted her chin, preventing her from turning away. His voice was low and husky. "Tuantuan, I don't just want to kiss you."

Su Ci froze for a moment, then blushed as she understood his meaning.

The weather had turned cold, and City B was already blanketed in snow.

Lu Zhe's condition was worsening. His hands grew weaker, his movements slower, and he struggled to lift heavy objects. Sometimes, even holding a cup of water became difficult, and swallowing food was increasingly challenging.

Su Ci had saved many people in her life, but she couldn't save Lu Zhe from his fate in this lifetime.

Every day, whether it was morning or night, Su Ci stayed by Lu Zhe's side.

She learned massage techniques from the caregiver to help ease his discomfort and mastered the proper way to feed him.

Despite watching the once vibrant boy grow thinner and frailer, Su Ci never let her worry or sorrow show in front of him.

In the mornings, she would accompany Lu Zhe to watch the snow in the courtyard. After lunch, they would nap together.

In the afternoons, she would select books he enjoyed and read them aloud to him as they sat on the daybed. When she finished, she would playfully ask for a hug or a kiss, clinging to him like a spoiled child.

In the evenings, after massaging him, they would pick a movie to watch together. When funny scenes came up, she would laugh so hard she'd collapse into his arms.

Late at night, Su Ci broke her habit of sleeping deeply. After Lu Zhe fell asleep, she would quietly trace the contours of his brow, nose, and lips, only falling asleep when exhaustion overtook her.

She feared that when she woke up the next day, he might be gone.

The day before Christmas was Lu Zhe's birthday, and the Lu family planned a grand celebration.

The scene was eerily reminiscent of the day in the next life when the Lu family had announced Lu Zhe's identity to the world.

Su Ci leaned down to adjust Lu Zhe's collar, then kissed his lips. "You look so handsome today. I'll have to keep a close eye on you tonight. If someone else tries to steal you away, I'll cry myself to death," she teased.

Seated in his wheelchair, Lu Zhe's face was gaunt and hollow. Dressed in a black suit that hung loosely on his thin frame, he bore little resemblance to the tall, strong, and dashing young man he once was.

Lu Zhe knew she was teasing him. He managed a faint smile, fully aware of how he looked now—like a withered branch, barely holding on.

In contrast, Su Ci was radiant, like a meticulously cared-for flower, full of life and beauty.

Su Ci leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Do you know what I gave you as a gift in the next life, at your birthday party?"

Lu Zhe struggled to form the words, his speech slightly slurred. "No."

"It was me," Su Ci said softly, kissing his ear. "I gave myself to you. This time, do you still want me?"

Lu Zhe thought of his counterpart in the next life. He no longer felt jealous; instead, he felt a sense of relief. If he were gone, she would still have the next version of him to love and cherish her.

Lu Zhe didn't respond, but his gaze was tender.

Su Ci chuckled softly in his ear. "I'll wait for you to get better."

The birthday party was held at the Lu residence, attended by socialites and dignitaries. Many had heard that the Lu family's long-lost son had been found, but that he was terminally ill.

Among the guests were many young women, some with ulterior motives. They thought that marrying Lu Zhe, even if he was ill, would secure them a place in the powerful Lu family, especially if they bore his child.

Some even brought nieces or cousins, unwilling to sacrifice their own daughters but happy to offer a substitute from their extended family.

The guests' thoughts were interrupted when Lu Chen and Wen Ya made their entrance, prompting a flurry of eager conversations.

Su Ci pushed Lu Zhe out of the elevator.

Their appearance immediately drew everyone's attention.

Seeing Lu Chen and Wen Ya approach the wheelchair with concern, it was clear that this was the rumored terminally ill Lu heir.

The young women who had entertained thoughts of marrying Lu Zhe quickly dismissed the idea. The reality was far from their imagination—marrying someone on the brink of death required a level of emotional fortitude they weren't prepared for.

Most of the guests' eyes, however, were drawn to the girl pushing the wheelchair. She was stunning, dressed in a white evening gown, her bright eyes and delicate features captivating everyone in the room.

When Wen Ya introduced Su Ci as Lu Zhe's girlfriend, many looked at her with pity.

A vibrant, beautiful young woman paired with a dying man—many assumed the Lu family had somehow coerced her into this role.

With Su Ci by his side, those who had entertained thoughts of marrying Lu Zhe abandoned their plans. After all, where could they find someone more beautiful than her to marry him?

Su Ci paid no attention to the guests' gazes. She stayed close to Lu Zhe throughout the evening.

"Lu Zhe, are you thirsty?" Su Ci leaned down and asked softly.

Lu Zhe shook his head.

His lips were dry and pale. Su Ci instructed a servant to bring a glass of warm water.

Having spent so much time with Lu Zhe, Su Ci knew he avoided drinking too much water because it made trips to the bathroom difficult.

When the servant returned with the water and a straw, Su Ci expertly placed the straw to his lips. "Just take a few sips. It's fine," she reassured him.

Lu Zhe glanced at her and nodded gently.

Lu Zhe swallowed slowly, even as water spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The guests watched in stunned silence as the dazzlingly beautiful girl, with a gentle expression and endless patience, wiped the water from Lu Zhe's lips with a tissue.

When it came time to cut the cake, the girl held Lu Zhe's hand, guiding him through the motion. Everyone saw her lean down, whispering something into his ear.

No one heard what Su Ci murmured to Lu Zhe: "Lu Zhe, happy birthday."

After cutting the cake, Su Ci wheeled Lu Zhe away, taking him to the rooftop.

Snow had blanketed the rooftop in white, with only the flowers in the greenhouse still in full bloom.

Su Ci spread a small blanket over Lu Zhe's legs and crouched beside him, watching the snowflakes fall together.

"Lu Zhe, I'm so beautiful. I must look even more stunning in a wedding dress," Su Ci said, resting her head on his lap.

Lu Zhe's trembling hand gently stroked her hair. "Mm."

Su Ci looked up at him. "Do you want to see?"

"Mm."

Su Ci stood up. "Wait for me."

With that, the girl left.

Snow swirled and landed on Lu Zhe's legs, melting slowly as he waited calmly.

After a while, he heard footsteps.

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The girl was still in her white dress, but now she wore a veil draped over her hair. She held a bouquet of flowers as she walked toward him.

Snowflakes settled on her, making her look impossibly beautiful.

Su Ci stopped in front of Lu Zhe, crouching down to place the flowers in his hands. She hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "Lu Zhe, I love you."

A faint smile tugged at Lu Zhe's lips, and his cold, stiff body felt a heart beating wildly within.

After the birthday party, Lu Zhe's condition worsened, and Su Ci stayed by his side in the hospital.

The two were inseparable. Without Lu Zhe needing to speak, a single glance was enough for Su Ci to understand him.

After the harsh winter, early spring arrived, and the skies finally cleared.

On this day, sunlight streamed through the window, filling the hospital room with warmth.

Su Ci asked a nurse to help her lift Lu Zhe into his wheelchair.

"Miss Su, Young Master Lu, he's already..." the nurse began, but Su Ci interrupted her.

"I'm taking him out to get some sun. You don't need to come," Su Ci said.

The nurse stood frozen, watching in shock as Su Ci wheeled Lu Zhe out.

The hospital's greenery was lush, with a small artificial lake behind the inpatient building. The area was dotted with green grass and lined with benches.

Su Ci pushed Lu Zhe to one of the benches and stopped.

She held Lu Zhe's hand, which was so thin that his veins stood out starkly, cold and lifeless, like dry twigs.

She cupped his hand between hers, trying to warm it. "Lu Zhe, the weather is nice today. Let's enjoy the sunshine."

The boy, with his eyes closed, gave no response.

Su Ci rested her head gently on his shoulder. "You used to worry that your illness wouldn't get better, and that I'd regret choosing to be with you. But look, I stayed with you until the end. I don't regret a thing."

Still, there was no response from Lu Zhe.

Su Ci turned her head and kissed him softly. "Lu Zhe, now that you're gone, I think it's time for me to leave too."

She hugged him tightly, her body gradually becoming transparent.

In bed, Su Ci opened her eyes, disoriented. She recognized the room—it was Lu Zhe's.

Suddenly remembering something, she threw off the covers and bolted out of bed. "Lu Zhe!"

As she opened the door, she collided with a servant carrying a tray. Cups and a teapot crashed to the floor, shattering instantly.

The servant panicked. "Miss Su, I'm so sorry!"

"Where's Lu Zhe?" Su Ci asked urgently.

"The young master is in the study," the servant replied.

Su Ci turned and ran.

"Miss Su, your foot—" the servant called out, noticing the blood trickling from Su Ci's foot, cut by the broken porcelain. But Su Ci seemed oblivious to the pain as she sprinted away.

Having lived in the Lu household for so long in her previous life, Su Ci knew exactly where the study was.

She reached the study door and quickly turned the handle.

"Lu Zhe."

Her eyes immediately fell on the figure slumped over the desk.

"Lu Zhe!" Su Ci's eyes welled up with tears.

Lu Zhe stirred and looked up, his gaze meeting hers at the door.

His eyes darkened as he reached out to her. "Tuan Tuan, come here."

Su Ci rushed over and threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly.

She buried her face in his chest, feeling his warmth. "Lu Zhe."

"I'm here," he replied.

"Lu Zhe," Su Ci murmured, nuzzling against his chest.

Lu Zhe held her close. "Mm."

"Lu Zhe," Su Ci's voice trembled. "It hurts."

Lu Zhe's expression turned anxious. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

He looked down and saw her bloodied foot, the white skin stained red.

His face paled. "Tuan Tuan, your foot is bleeding."

Su Ci looked up, her eyes red and tears streaming down her face.

She hadn't cried when she was caring for Lu Zhe, or when his condition worsened, or even when he passed away in front of her.

But now, in Lu Zhe's arms, Su Ci wept uncontrollably.

"Is it very painful? Let me take you to the hospital," Lu Zhe said, his heart aching as he watched her cry.

Su Ci's face was wet with tears.

He gently soothed her. "Tuan Tuan, don't cry. Let me see the cut on your foot."

Su Ci barely noticed her injury. Instead, she cupped Lu Zhe's face in her hands, her tear-filled eyes scanning his features.

This Lu Zhe was healthy, his face clear and handsome, his complexion normal.

"I just had a nightmare. Kiss me," Su Ci pleaded, desperate for his comfort.

Lu Zhe held her by the waist and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. His dark eyes swirled with indescribable emotion and longing.

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