Old Chen wore a dejected look, replying anxiously, "Young Master Yuan, I’ve really tried my best to catch up with the young master’s car, but I couldn’t. By the time I caught up, the young master had... already had an accident."
Yuan Shen cursed harshly. Had he known, he would’ve swallowed the car keys whole rather than give them to him!
But now, regret and self-blame were useless. Yuan Shen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, before saying, "How is he doing now?"
"The young master isn’t severely injured, just some surface abrasions. The doctor has already bandaged them up, but... he hit his head and has fallen into a coma. The doctors are still checking if there are any other issues." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel※fire.net
Yuan Shen repeated those words in a daze, a chill rising from his feet and swiftly engulfing his entire body.
Back then, Gu Ningyi’s blindness, though recovered through surgery, was warned by the doctors that there was a chance of recurrence. They advised him to always protect his head and eyes. A hit or bump might cause blindness again, and at that time, it would be tricky to handle.
Now that he hit his head, could it be... the old illness is recurring?
Yuan Shen’s eyes tightened abruptly, a hint of fear flickering in his dark pupils.
As Dong Xin Yan stepped out of the Black Pool, snowflakes began to fall slowly from the sky. She stared blankly upwards at that patch of white—it’s snowing.
In L City, it often rained on Christmas night. She disliked the rain and was afraid of rainy days, so every Christmas night, she could only spend it at home with Ziyang, which she often complained about.
She was always saying she wanted to wear matching outfits with Ziyang, share the same scarf, embrace each other while strolling through the streets. They would encounter a little girl selling roses with a basket, and Ziyang would buy all the roses to give to her. She’d take the flowers and smile happily.
Unexpectedly, this year it wasn’t raining. Yet, her wish still couldn’t come true because the person who could keep her company wasn’t by her side.
Dong Xin Yan walked down the stairs at the door, step by step. Snowflakes drifted down, falling onto her hair, her body, bringing a slight chill.
Since it’s Christmas night, the streets were bustling, decorated with lights everywhere, playing joyful Christmas tunes. And everywhere... there were pairs of lovers.
Dong Xin Yan walked among them, feeling slightly out of place, especially since she was dressed in a luxurious gown with exquisite makeup. She attracted the attention of onlookers, with some whispering if she was filming or something.
Dong Xin Yan felt nothing, just walked numbly, as if she was completely isolated from this world.
Until a little girl came up to her, looking up with bright eyes, speaking crisply, "Sister, would you like to buy a rose?"
Her dark pupils moved slightly, slowly looking at the little girl, who gave her a bright smile, taking a rose from her basket, extending it towards Dong Xin Yan and saying, "Sister, buy a rose for your boyfriend. It’s only 9.9 yuan a piece, representing your love to last long."
Give it to her boyfriend...
But he’s not here, how could she give it?
She can’t even... go see him, so how could she give it?