"Can't Live Without You" Volume 1: A Nostalgic Trip

Main characters:
Male lead: Qin Mingquan (father)
Female lead: Qin Hua (daughter)
Second male lead: Xie Zhihua Son-in-law

Other characters (to be updated):
Granddaughter: Xie Yunxuan
Grandson
: Xie Yunxuan Luo Qing: Qin Hua's biological mother, died from postpartum hemorrhage
Luo Xiang: Luo Qing's younger brother, a soldier, died in a rescue operation
Ma Ke: Luo Xiang's wife, died after Luo Xiang's death
Ma Zheng: Ma Ke's brother-in-law, Qin Minghua's superior, died after being pulled off a high-rise building while trying to persuade Ma Ke to stop

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"Can't Live Without You"
Main Text Volume 1
The first chapter of the flashback, on the verge of death, reads

: "I dared not sleep until dawn,
worried about you sweating profusely.
Seeing how adorable you were
, I forgot my own exhaustion.

My darling, I will love you forever.
I don't ask for anything from you; I only wish
you health and happiness, to raise me with a clear conscience . Holding my precious child in my arms is so bitter. As your mother, I have something to say to you: My darling, as you leave this fortress, you must be careful. I'll spend the money I earn for you. I worry about you being too tired. One day, when you enter society , I worry about whether you'll suffer losses. My darling, I will love you forever. I don't ask for anything from you; I only wish you health and happiness, to raise me with a clear conscience. Holding my precious child in my arms is so bitter. As your mother, I have something to say to you: This world is so turbulent , never give up halfway . We've raised you with so much hardship, do you know the suffering your parents have endured..." 　　The movie's theme song slowly ended. Sitting in my wheelchair, tears welling in my eyes, my hands trembled as I gently tapped the armrest to keep the beat. Tears streamed down my aged face as I watched the word "end" slowly appear on the screen. For a long time, I was stunned, unable to recover. 　　This song resonated deep within my heart. 　　The ending of the movie transformed into a long series of events in my life, each scene unfolding vividly before my eyes. 　　Yes, nearly eighty years—unforgettable, impossible to forget. This is my entire life's memory. 　　When the theater lights came back on, I turned my head and stared intently at the still slender middle-aged woman beside me, murmuring, "Home, home." 　　Yes, this middle-aged woman was none other than Qin Hua, my biological daughter who had spent half my life with me, and also… Qin Hua, the one who had stayed by my side, cared for me, and treated me like her wife after I became disabled. 　　She looked so much like her mother, my beloved, but… the image of my beloved in my mind had become very faint. What was her name again? 　　Lost in thought, I didn't notice my daughter pushing me out of the theater. A young, pretty girl gently draped a blanket over me and said softly, "Mom, why is Grandpa crying?" 　　Qin Hua wiped away her tears and said, "He's not crying, he's just moved." 　　The girl took the wheelchair from the woman, and the mother and daughter slowly pushed it to the roadside. A handsome young man got out of a parked van and helped lift the wheelchair, including me, into the van. He then secured the wheelchair, saying, "Mom, sister, get in. Grandpa's settled." 　　The mother and daughter smiled and got in the van. The young girl sat behind me, and the woman sat beside me. Watching the young man get into the driver's seat, she said, "Let's go home." 　　The van slowly started moving and merged into the traffic. 　　Once inside the movie, I was completely absorbed in the film. Looking ahead, my mind slowly opened the doors to memories of my wedding day. 　　The story begins when I took my pregnant wife to the maternity hospital. I was only 25 then, and had just received a file from work to be sent to the city… 　　Hmm? This isn't the way to the city! Where am I? 　　A question arose in my mind. I slowly turned my head to look around. On one side was a sturdy car door, and on the other side… oh, there was my daughter, Qin Hua, sitting beside me. Right, this isn't the old days; we've just left the movie theater, 　　haven't we? It seems so. 　　I grinned and closed my eyes to rest. 　　Yes, my mind seemed stuck in the days when I was in a wheelchair. My previously unsteady gait suddenly became impossible, making me extremely irritable. I often smashed things at home for no reason, even grabbing my daughter's hair… Sigh, why think back to that? When has my daughter ever failed to take care of me? From the time she recovered from depression until now, she's done everything for me—laundry, grocery shopping, cooking—what hasn't she done? When I was frail and unsteady on my feet, she would stay with me every night, talking to me, washing my face, and wiping my body. Now that I'm in a wheelchair, what haven't I done for me, from changing diapers to tending to my bodily needs? It's just... I don't have the heart to hold my daughter's naked body and give her sexual pleasure. 　　Yes, that's right, sexual pleasure. To be precise, I was against doing this from the beginning. After all, she is my biological daughter, the delicate baby girl I held in the arms of the obstetrician outside the delivery room, whom I raised little by little, watching her grow up, watching her get married, watching her cry bitterly after losing her husband, watching her contemplate suicide due to depression, watching her recover, and then watching her slowly undress in front of me, offering her naked body to me... watching her sleep naked with me almost every night until dawn for over twenty years, from the time she recovered from her illness until I was in a wheelchair... 　　Yes, I admit, I'm worse than an animal, even degrading my own daughter. I'm too lazy to explain the reasons, too lazy to elaborate. Anyone who understands my life's experiences will probably understand. 　　Indeed, my life has been full of hardships, and so has my daughter's. In fact, my daughter, Qin Hua, is much luckier than me; at least she has two filial children! As for me… perhaps all I can do now is wish her happiness in her old age? 　　While resting with my eyes closed, I didn't notice when the nanny van stopped. With the help of my grandson—the handsome boy driving the van—and my granddaughter—the young woman who had accompanied my daughter as she pushed me out of the movie theater—the wheelchair returned to the ground. My daughter pushed me into a villa and helped me, who appeared to be asleep, onto the bed. 　　I forgot, my wife, my daughter's mother, her name… is it Xu Huifang? Or Hu Mei? Or Luo Qing? Is that her name? 　　What I didn't know was that my daughter sat by my bedside, sent my two children out, tidied up the room, and looked at my slightly undulating bulge on the bed with a hint of affection, tenderness, filial piety, and love. My daughter, Qin Hua, stripped herself naked, crawled into the quilt, and fell asleep with me.

Perhaps I was still reminiscing about the movie theme song in my sleep, or perhaps it was a replay of life's images from the past years, or perhaps it was the memory of my wife writhing and pleasuring me before she became pregnant... I unconsciously reached out my withered hand and hugged the slender and shapely woman beside me tightly.
His withered hands caressed the woman's body, savoring... savoring... savoring the pleasure he had once felt on that body... perhaps he wanted to find the forgotten curves of his lover's body... perhaps... perhaps he wanted to go back to his youth and take good care of his lover...
but it seems... he can't go back. No one can escape the call of the King of Hell, and no one can reverse time...
I think, in this life, I... should let go. I have had it, I have possessed it, and I should pay the price of my aging life...
No, no, no, I want to go see my lover's tombstone again and tell her that her daughter, Qin Hua, is living a good life; I want to take a good look at my daughter, Qin Hua, who has been with me for so many years; tell her that her presence made my life complete, tell her that I am happy, I am happy...
My breathing became increasingly rapid, and I woke up my daughter, who had been sleeping beside me. Qin Hua, who had hurriedly put on her nightgown, calmly helped me sit up and sat behind me. She gently patted my back and placed a tissue on my chin until I coughed up a mouthful of phlegm.
“Daddy, it’s okay, it’s okay. Your daughter is here with you, your daughter is right beside you. It’ll be better if you cough it up.”
With tears streaming down my face, I slowly turned to look at my somewhat anxious daughter, Qin Hua, and smiled. She snuggled close to me, folded a tissue, and wiped the phlegm from my mouth and chin. Then she took another tissue and wiped the tears from my face before finally smiling and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. I knew this wasn’t because my daughter was a germaphobe, but rather her affection and encouragement as she helped me escape the danger of phlegm again. Although it had been several years since I’d been intimately connected with my daughter in bed,
Qin Hua loved the feeling of me always being inside her. It was a feeling of being completely filled, full, safe, and fulfilled, a feeling that allowed her to sleep well and wake up refreshed.
Smiling, I snuggled closer to my daughter, kissed her cheek, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "My dear, I've thought about it." Qin Hua turned her head to look at me and said, "Dad, you're still sick. I want to give it to you, but I can't disregard your health. When you're better, I'll be willing to give it to you, okay?" I thought about it, and it was true; my current body wasn't suitable. I nodded and said, "Put me down, let me touch you." My daughter smiled broadly and gently laid me down on the bed. She also got into bed, took off her pajamas, and lay naked beside me, taking my hand and placing it on her body, letting my thin hand roam over her skin.
Yes, my daughter Qin Hua's body curves were exactly the same as when she was young (was it just my imagination?). I remember once my daughter and son-in-law were making love at home and forgot to close the door, letting me see it clearly. At that moment, I had an indescribable feeling—was my own cabbage being taken? Or was I genuinely relieved for my daughter's happiness? I've forgotten, I've really forgotten.
As I was thinking, my daughter gently sat up, carefully pulled down my underwear, and reached out to gently grasp my limp penis, playfully teasing my two egg-sized testicles.
This little devil, when do we ever not do this?
I was too lazy to think about it anymore, so I closed my eyes and rested. I guess this is just how it is, right? Because after I started using a wheelchair, my daughter would always explain things like this when she had her period or when I wasn't feeling well. At first, I was a little annoyed and emotional, until my daughter couldn't resist my demands that day because of her period. She simply took off her clothes and let me touch her crotch, where I found my hand covered in menstrual blood. I knew my daughter didn't want to give in, but... I won't go into details. At that moment, I was definitely wrong. I kissed my daughter's lower abdomen with remorse and begged for her forgiveness. My daughter sat up and hugged my head, saying, "Dad, you and Mom gave me life; you raised me with your love and care; you took care of me when I was physically and mentally broken and helped me recover; and you became a real woman in my life after I recovered. Whatever you want now, I will give you everything I can. Without you, my life is incomplete. I can't live without you, Dad!"

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