Yuan Yung imdiately wanted to get up, but she couldn’t muster any strength. Her whole body felt limp and weak; she thought it must be related to the vomiting just now—
At this mont, the man grabbed her hand that was constantly flailing, his face icy cold, "Stop ssing around, just lie down obediently."
"Huo Junting, you’re going back on your word. You said you wouldn’t touch !" Yuan Yung really hated that she had no strength right now.
If it were before, she would never have appeared so weak—
"Ha." The man suddenly sneered, "Yuan Yung, look at yourself now, more like a ghost than a person. Even if you stood naked in front of , I wouldn’t have any stirring in my heart."
"Even if you hadn’t beco like this and were as you were before, I still wouldn’t have the appetite. So stop flattering yourself; you don’t have that kind of capital!"
Yuan Yung knew he was telling the truth. Her current appearance indeed... was very unsightly. If the beauties saw her, they’d probably call her lazy again!
Gradually, the woman’s eyes began to well up with tears; her hands were limp, truly devoid of any strength.
Huo Junting knew his words must have provoked her. That was right. At least she would still feel upset; he was afraid she truly felt nothing at all.
He ignored the fair bare skin exposed at the neckline of her pajamas, imdiately got up from the bed, his tone a bit heavier than before, "If you can’t forget that person, then go die with him. If you can’t do that, live well, stop tornting yourself and inconveniencing others."
"You were the one who agreed to the deal at the beginning; you said you’d be a good Mrs. Huo. What’s this about developing anorexia now!"
"Ha, do you think he’d be happy knowing you’re tornting yourself like this when he’s two feet under?"
"..."
Huo Junting’s last words hit the woman’s heart directly. Her emotions slowly stirred, although subtle, at least giving a sense of vitality.
"If you’re really feeling miserable and want to die, then make it quick. Otherwise, live well."
After saying this, the man walked out of the room with a cold expression, and shortly after, Sister-in-law Zhang ca in carrying a bowl of plain porridge—
"Madam, try eating sothing! Though you might vomit, always not eating isn’t a solution either. How about we eat half and vomit half?"
The soundproofing here was quite good, but Huo Junting’s voice was so loud just now that Sister-in-law Zhang, who had been waiting outside the door, heard everything clearly.
"Madam, don’t bla him. He’s worried about you. You’ve had a persistent high fever, and he’s stayed by your side; only now has he returned to his room."
Yuan Yung was a little surprised, "Really?"
She took the porridge and murmured, "He’s always had such a bad temper."
Sister-in-law Zhang blushed, thinking his bad temper was indeed due to worry and excitent over you. If it were soone else, he wouldn’t have the patience to say so much!
Healing anorexia can’t be rushed; it must be done slowly. One bowl of porridge, while half is eaten, the remaining half is all vomited out.
Sister-in-law Zhang watched with a heartache and kept saying, "Don’t eat anymore, don’t eat anymore, I’ll make sothing else for Madam later. Madam, you rest well first. I’ll leave now, won’t disturb you."
"Mm-hmm—"
After vomiting, Yuan Yung felt weak again, laying there, looking as if she had lost half her life and breathless.
Sister-in-law Zhang closed the door as she went out, turned around, unexpectedly bumping into Huo Junting, making her almost drop the bowl in her hand, "Sir, have you been waiting outside all along?"
"How is she? Has she eaten?" Huo Junting was more nervous than ever.
Sister-in-law Zhang sighed, "She ate, but most of it was vomited out. Sir, what should we do? It’s my fault for not taking better care of Madam."
Huo Junting raised his eyes towards that door, the tightly shut door seed to completely exclude him, inside was her and Ye Zheng’s world, with no place for him. Though Ye Zheng had passed away more than two years ago, in her heart and eyes, he was all there, no room for others to enter.
He withdrew his gaze, comforting, "Sister-in-law Zhang, this isn’t your fault. She’s got a knot in her heart, you go ahead with your tasks! I’ll just keep watch here—"
"Alright."
Sister-in-law Zhang felt regretful. Why doesn’t Madam understand to cherish a man as good as Sir?
What would be satisfactory?
Sister-in-law Zhang naturally didn’t know how good that person once was to Yuan Yung in her flood of mories!
Even if just holding onto those mories, she can pass her life.
...
Three days later, Yuan Yung’s condition showed slight improvent; she could eat down a small half-bowl of plain porridge without much sign of vomiting.
At this mont, Yuan Yung had just drunk so porridge, but her stomach was churning again, so she quickly grabbed the hawthorn on the bedside table and swallowed it.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, this hawthorn is quite useful, and its preparation is delicious too. You must have made it, right? Thank you for your hard work."
Sister-in-law Zhang’s old face flushed, figuring how could she have made it! She couldn’t make such snacks at all; it was Sir who fussed in the kitchen with a thick cookbook for a whole day to produce these results.
Wasting several baskets of hawthorn to yield these few exceedingly precious products.
"Heh heh." Sister-in-law Zhang dryly smiled, "As long as Madam likes it, I’ll make more then."
Yuan Yung smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Sister-in-law Zhang, but I’m a bit tired now. Could you leave for a while?"
"Mm, alright—"
Sister-in-law Zhang had served Yuan Yung for so long, understanding what she ant by this. It wasn’t fatigue; she was preparing to start listening to the radio drama.
Every ti she listened to the radio drama, she’d stay alone quietly; sotis while listening, her lips would curl up, just like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl freshly in love.
After Sister-in-law Zhang left, Yuan Yung clicked into a channel dedicated to radio dramas. Actually, she already knew his radio dramas by heart.
But when she missed him, she still wanted to hear his voice again—
Very much so, this longing she couldn’t control.
But today, as she clicked into the first video about him in the software, she inadvertently glanced at the comnts below:
[Aoooo! My blood is about to run dry. No wonder Bamu Jujie disappeared for so long; turns out he changed to a two-dinsional na.]
[Really, impossible! Bamu was so fantastic, and his fan base was already huge. How could he bear to change it?]
[Cheat and you’re a puppy, listen for yourself!]
Yuan Yung saw there was a link above, she knew "Bamu" was gone, but who was this person like "Bamu"—
She couldn’t stomach anyone impersonating him, whether three-dinsional or two-dinsional.
So she decisively clicked in. Soon, a completely black video popped up, not sporting any subtitles.
Soon after, an ice-clear voice fiery as the beacon stars rang out from the phone’s speaker.
He said, "Hello everyone, I am Ye Hao, pleased to et you for the first ti. I focus on suspense dramas, will update every Monday. If you like it, hope you visit often."
Above, the screen burst into a shower of comnts—
[Damn! This voice is clearly my Bamu, this surely is my Bamu, hug tight my Bamu!]
[Yes! Up front thinks it’s Bamu Jujie, bring too!]
[Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie Bamu Jujie]
Yuan Yung knew this surely couldn’t be him. She angrily ssaged upon it, "Who are you really!"
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