Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Zhaoyang felt extremely insecure in the pitch-dark environment.
She could only feel safe with him.
Huo Yunting took out the small bowl from the thermal flask and held her hand.
“I am right here. Please eat something.” The familiar voice calmed Lu Zhaoyang down.
She was feeling so unwell but still obediently sat up with his help. She leaned against the pillow on the headboard and turned her head in the direction of his voice.
“Open your mouth.”
Huo Yun took a spoonful of hot soup and sent it to her lips.
After being in a coma for so long, Lu Zhaoyang was really hungry now. She smelled the fragrance and obediently opened his mouth.
Thinking of having to rely on others to even eating her meal, Lu Zhaoyang suddenly had a lump in her throat.
“Thank you.”
She barely put up a smile that was uglier than crying on her face.
Huo Yunting compressed his lips and kept feeding her food accompanied by a heads-up. “Open your mouth.”
Lu Zhaoyang could only mechanically do as he said.
After the meal, Huo Yunting sat next to her. Despite knowing that Lu Zhaoyang could not see, he still took out his notebook pretending to work.
But he could not read a damn word.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Lu Zhaoyang suddenly whipped the quilt open and reached out her hands to feel what was in front of her. She also searched with her feet, seemingly looking for her slippers.
Huo Yunting put the computer away. “Why can’t you just tell me what you want?”
Lu Zhaoyang pouted. “I did not want to disturb your work.”
Huo Yunting bent over, lifted her legs, and put the slippers on her feet.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom?”
“Mhm.”
After the accident, Lu Zhaoyang had her feet on the ground for the first time. And it was also her first time getting out of bed not seeing anything.
In the unfamiliar hospital ward, she lost her direction, feeling confused and helpless with a deep sense of despair.
Huo Yunting watched on as she groped forward. He sighed silently and reached to hold her by her waist.
“Follow me.”
Lu Zhaoyang could do as he said. But her movements were slow as she was unsure of her steps and exacerbated by the pain of her wounds on her body.
Her little hands groped frantically as she still could not adapt to a blind life.
Huo Yunting pushed the door of the bathroom and held her inside.
“Here you are.”
Lu Zhaoyang let go of his hand but she became even more panicked. She was entirely at a loss as to where she was.
Huo Yunting saw her helplessness and held her shoulders.
“Don’t be afraid; I will help you.”
“I will do it myself!”
Lu Zhaoyang instinctively declined. But his hold had helped her find the correction position.
Huo Yunting got out from the bathroom after seeing her embarrassment.
Waiting until he heard the sound of the toilet flushing, Huo Yunting pushed the door and went in.
The next moment, he lifted up Lu Zhoayang and carried her in his arms.
She actually wanted to go back slowly. So that when Huo Yunting was not here, she could find her way again by memory.
Although now in his arms, listening to his powerful heartbeat, Lu Zhaoyang felt safe, but at the same time, was afraid that she would rely more and more on him.
At the bedside, Huo Yunting found that the hands still clung on to his neck tightly; there was no sign of loosening.
He took a deep breath and gently put her back on the bed.
“Let go of your hands. It is time for infusion.”
Lu Zhaoyang realized her abnormal behavior and immediately withdrew her hands.
Before she could even wait for the infusion, she fell asleep again.
Huo Yunting sat down beside her, reading his business documents and occasionally looking up at the infusion bottle and her.