Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Not Good at Pacifying People_1
Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Not Good at Pacifying People_1
Nan Fei stared blankly at him, her head swimming. It wasn’t until she felt the soft touch on her lips that she realized what was happening. Just as she was about to struggle, Huo Beijiang had already drawn away.
“Hmm,” he said contentedly, “It’s not hot anymore. It seems the fever has really subsided.”
“There’s… there’s no such way to take someone’s temperature.” Nan Fei instinctively wanted to say something, but upon seeing his chin covered with stubble, all she could manage was a whisper.
Dawn was breaking soon; he probably hadn’t rested since saving lives yesterday.
Nan Fei wanted to thank him, but she was too embarrassed to voice it out. And the debt of life could not be repaid with a simple apology; actions were more important than words.
She was not good with words or at comforting people, but she was determined to strive and better herself.
Huo Beijiang looked at her with a smirk, claiming triumphantly, “This is my special ability.”
Nan Fei was left speechless.
Some people could inflate their ego without needing anyone’s appraisal, perhaps she ought not to praise him anymore!
“My bride…” Huo Beijiang used his deep, resonant voice, looking at her with playful eyes, “Are you really touched right now, truly desperate to marry me?”
“…” From where did he derive such conclusions?
“I’ve just taken a month off. Why don’t we just hold our wedding then?”
Nan Fei took a deep breath, striving to respond calmly, “In your dreams!”
“I might be dreaming, but my bride is more beautiful than a dream!” Huo Beijiang reasoned with a straight face. If one didn’t listen closely to what he was saying, they might actually be deceived.
“Huo Beijiang!” Her tone became more stern.
Huo Beijiang raised an eyebrow, his grin fading to signal that he was all ears!
Upon hearing this, the corners of Huo Beijiang’s mouth curled into a subtle smile. It was strange; although he was smiling, she felt enveloped by a tidal wave of negative emotion.
Unable to resist, yet unwilling to let go.
The relentless struggle; knowing that the only remnants of the battle would be sadness, pain, and infinite loss, yet still wanting to desperately hold on.
Nan Fei’s eyes welled up with tears, which trickled down and dampened her cheeks. She raised her hand and gently touched his handsome face, her fingers tracing his rough stubble. It was prickly to touch and sent a tingling sensation through her fingertips.
“Your survival is the best outcome.” Huo Beijiang’s voice was as composed as ever. “Your life is more important than anything. I know you could not die, moreover, your younger brother, he too cannot die.”
He could still recall his emotions from when he learned that she and her brother had fallen into the river.
In a nutshell… it was complex, baffling.
It was as if a sprout broke through the soil from deep within his heart, ready to flourish as long as it received a bit of sunshine and rainwater.
Nan Fei froze, her gaze transfixed on him. However, the shock she experienced internally far exceeded the exterior facade. It seemed as if something truly was predetermined by fate.
What she sensed from him now might truly be their real relationship, after her brother’s death in the previous lifetime.
Always immersed in her own sorrows, she never tried to understand his perspective. He was always the strongest, invincible and without weaknesses, which led her to instinctively push all responsibilities onto him.
She never reflected upon the hurt she caused him.