"It hurts." Wen Nuan nodded, took the sugar water and drank it sip by sip. Looking at the medicine he brought, she shook her head again, bitterly wrinkling her face, "Can I not take it?"
She had always been brave since she was young, except when it came to taking medicine.
Whether it was tablets or capsules, she wanted to spit them out as soon as they were in her mouth. Every time she took medicine as a child, her Dad or Mom would eagerly watch her and check if it was hidden under her tongue; otherwise, she’d spit it out as soon as they turned around.
It wasn’t being pretentious; she really couldn’t swallow it. Unless it was crushed into powder and mixed into a liquid, and she had to drink it without knowing it.
"How will you get better if you don’t take it?"
Leng Yan frowned, looking at her about to cry at the sight of the medicine, finally sighed and said, "Forget it if you won’t take it. Lie down after drinking the brown sugar water, and I’ll warm your navel."
Wen Nuan obediently lay down, watching him rub his hands, and couldn’t help but laugh inside.
"What’s so funny? When I had a stomachache as a child, Mom did the same thing."
He rubbed his hands warm and covered them over her navel. A warm feeling extended from the inside of her navel. It was extremely comforting. She closed her eyes to enjoy it, feeling a sourness in her nose as if she was about to cry, but her heart was overflowing with sweetness.
Zhang Ailing said, "When you like someone, you’ll humble yourself into the dust, then bloom into a flower."
Is she like that too? Fortunately, she was gradually feeling Leng Yan’s gentleness and thoughtfulness, giving her confidence to move forward in this love. She slightly turned her body to glance at the night outside, black as ink, and finally felt a sense of security in her heart.
Xingyuan International, Ji Wei’s residence.
Not far from Leng Yan’s villa.
The night was strangely silent...
The bathroom shrouded in white mist had a white bathtub filled with warm water and a layer of delicate rose petals floating on top.
Amidst the allure laid a lonely beauty.
The door was gently pushed open, and Ji Wei, wearing a pink nightgown with ruffles, her hair resembling seaweed draped around her shoulders, stepped in lightly, with a calmness close to numbness.
Quietly lying down, the bright red roses complemented her nightgown, with the only disharmony being the sharp blade in her hand.
Under the soft light, it flashed brightly, sending a chill down one’s spine.
She picked up the phone placed on the towel, let out a painful smile, and dialed a well-memorized number...
While brewing the ginger sugar water, Leng Yan had tossed his phone onto the sofa. The ringtone echoed, but no one answered.
Unwilling, she dialed again, but it was the same.
Does he no longer care?
Ji Wei closed her eyes, took deep breaths, and after a long time, she opened her eyes, fixed her gaze on the blade, placing it to her wrist. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, and slashed down hard...
Leng Yan’s palm was still gently massaging Wen Nuan’s stomach, easing the pain quite a bit. But she didn’t want to tell him. Let her indulge in this pampering once, feeling his care. They chatted on and off.
"Does it still hurt?"
The gentle voice echoed in her ears. Wen Nuan shook her head, "It’s much better."
Ji Wei’s wrist had a gash, where the blood slowly oozed out, suddenly burst open, and gushed forth.
She slowly opened her eyes, staring directly at the blood gushing from her wrist, with the blood sliding down her smooth arm into the warm water of the bathtub, quickly diffusing.
She struggled to pick up the phone, set it to camera mode, and after a shutter sound, a shocking photo appeared on the screen. Her hand was slightly trembling as she sent a multimedia message.