Che’s eyes darkened involuntarily, his expression slightly distressed. Sister Hua watched his changing facial expressions with a mix of confusion and concern. She thought everything had just been fine, but suddenly everything seemed deflated.
She looked at him with worry in her eyes, "Young master, are you, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Che seemed lost in thought, his eyes slightly unfocused, before he shook his head after a while, "I’m fine."
Sister Hua couldn’t relax, and continued, "Young master, you have no idea how scared Madam was when you fell ill. You’ve always been healthy since you were young, and then you suddenly became so severely ill this time. You had a high fever for several days that wouldn’t subside. Madam almost insisted on staying by your side throughout."
Che’s brows and eyes twitched, his voice still very hoarse, "Is mother alright?"
"Madam is fine, just very worried about you. So, young master, you need to get well soon, so Madam won’t have to worry anymore." She paused for a moment, as if something occurred to her, then suddenly smiled, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "But your illness, young master, is quite strange. You had a fever for so many days, and despite many injections, it wouldn’t break. However, after talking with Miss Chuxia last night, you naturally recovered. Miss Chuxia really is miraculous."
Che softly murmured the name in his heart, his eyes filled with profound sorrow. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✦fire.net
Sister Hua watched Che and saw his expression turn gloomy at the mention of Miss Chuxia’s name. She felt a pang of heartache too. These days, he had been so ill, yet he kept mumbling about Ling Chuxia. How could such a strong, towering man not evoke sympathy?
She thought for a moment before slowly speaking, "Young master, you shouldn’t be too heartbroken. Although you and Miss Chuxia have already signed the divorce papers, if you truly can’t let her go, you could try to win her back. After all, these days, divorces and remarriages are common. Many people, after all the twists and turns, end up back with their first love."
After Sister Hua finished, she watched Che, who sat on the bedstead, seemingly dazed. She didn’t know what else to say, so she stood up and slowly left the room to bring him his meal from downstairs.
After Sister Hua left, the room quieted down, so quiet that it seemed you could only hear his faint breathing.
Che leaned weakly against the headboard, the last sentence Sister Hua said echoing in his ears.
Many people, after all the twists and turns, end up back with their first love...
The first person, he and Chuxia, were each other’s first. So... could they go back to the beginning? Could they truly start over?
Che slightly turned his face, his dark eyes looking toward the bedside table. His gaze fell on a photo there. From his childhood, he had never liked taking photos, so there were very few solo pictures of him. However, he had many, many photos of the two of them together, all with Ling Chuxia.
From their childhood, their school days, all the way to their wedding photo, all with her.
He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he truly had to live without Ling Chuxia in the future. He said he would let go, but it hadn’t even been a week and he was already in this state. How was he supposed to go through a lifetime?
Since God had given him another glimmer of hope, he thought, no matter how small that hope was, he would seize it, cling to it tightly.