Li Qingshen took a sip of water, then suddenly seemed to remember something and casually said, "Yi, do you still remember, when we were in America, because of the intense academic pressure, many people suffered from nervous breakdowns, insomnia, and resorted to sleeping pills? Even when they had stomach pains from staying up late, many would take painkillers. Yet, I didn’t take a single one and just toughed it out. You asked me why at the time, right?"
You Yi frowned, Li Qingshen was considered a rare genius at MIT, and while he never suffered from breakdowns due to the pressure, he did experience stomach pains. At that time, he was engrossed in scientific research, experiments that kept him in the laboratory for hundreds of hours at a time, once even a whole month. Despite his robust health, he developed many issues then. You Yi remembered him writhing in pain and had offered him his always-carried painkillers, but Li Qingshen had simply stated, "I don’t like taking them."
Thinking about this, You Yi furrowed his brow again, then spoke, "Aren’t you the one who dislikes taking medicine?"
"I do dislike taking medicine," Li Qingshen shook his head, "but disliking taking medicine doesn’t mean I can’t have injections."
"The reason I gritted my teeth and endured it is that those things can cause dependency, making it easy to get addicted. So it’s crucial to maintain a distance."
Li Qingshen’s gaze turned profound as he looked at You Yi and said, "In this world, there’s only one thing that I didn’t manage to distance myself from before becoming addicted."
"What?" You Yi asked instinctively.
A gentle look flickered in Li Qingshen’s eyes and a doting smile lingered on his lips as he slightly hooked them and chuckled, "Ling Momo."
That eight-year-old girl, at first glance, he hadn’t realized that she was the most addictive of all substances, and he was already profoundly dependent.
His reason hadn’t even had a chance to respond before his heart started to be affected.
Thus, as time flowed unerringly onward, drifting through ten years, Li Qingshen’s thoughts had always been focused on Ling Momo alone, unchanging, but rather growing deeper into addiction, reaching a stage of total helplessness and beyond saving. This update is available on n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net
You Yi, looking at such a Li Qingshen, was completely astonished.
This man’s deep love exceeded anything he had ever seen...
His love was so... profound.
You Yi looked at Li Qingshen and thought, the woman loved by such a man must have amassed great fortunes over many lifetimes.
Li Qingshen’s expression slightly trembled, then he spoke no more, just turned his gaze toward the neon lights outside the window.
When loving someone becomes an instinct, asking him to give up, to confess, is like asking him to endure excruciating pain, leaving his heart as dead as ashes.
Silence fell on the balcony.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when suddenly, Li Qingshen’s phone began to emit a ticking sound.
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When the phone rang, Ling Momo had just finished taking a bath and was about to get dressed to meet Li Qingshen.
She heard the ring, turned around, reached for her phone on the bed, and saw it was a call from her great-grandfather’s house. Ling Momo immediately answered and sweetly greeted, "Grandfather!"