Chapter 480: 480: There is No Greater Sorrow Than a Dead Heart (Part 4)_1
She looked up at him as if she wanted to say it didn’t hurt, as if she wanted to say sothing insincere to keep him from worrying, but her eyes were dry and gritty. Even her tear ducts, which had long dried up, seed to be reviving.
"It hurts..."
But what hurt her was not her hand, but...it felt as though a piece of flesh had been gouged out alive.
Hurt, really hurt...
She had lost soone who was very kind to her, soone who would act spoiled with her, soone who deeply adored her!
She didn’t understand love, but she wasn’t without feelings. She knew the affection Shujun had for her, she could feel it!
But from then on, there would no longer be soone like him in the world, no one like Shujun who would pester her, who would stick to her, who would worry if she wasn’t happy, who would comfort her when she was troubled, who would hold her, who would...give her so much warmth, warming her cold soul...
Yixuan was a bit at a loss. He held her hand and blew on it gently.
"It’s okay, look, the wound has already healed. The dicinal salve you mixed works wonders; just bear with it a little longer, it will stop hurting soon..."
She squeezed out an unnatural smile on her cheeks and softly ’hmd’ in response.
But she knew that such regret, such imperfection, was sothing she could never wipe away for the rest of her life.
The rain waned in the depth of the night.
Dong Huiying lay on the kang bed, not daring to close her eyes. Because as soon as she did, the past events would all rush into her mind.
The voice and smile of Shujun, his reckless charm, and his attentive care for her...
Liang Zhichen said that he couldn’t lose ’any of them’ again, this ’them’ referring to all of the Liang family mbers. But could she herself truly endure it?
Actually, she had already co to consider them her family, hadn’t she?
She roughly rubbed her face and let out a depressed sigh.
She put on a robe and ca to the window.
She opened the window, looking out into the gloomy night.
Tonight there was no moon, no stars, the whole world was dim and deathly still. It was then that she saw a stump in the courtyard, a man sitting on it with his back toward her.
Liang Zhichen? She was slightly startled.
Then, she pushed the door open and walked slowly toward the man.
The man heard her footsteps and turned to look. "Baobao..."
She pursed her lips, "I can’t sleep."
Liang Zhichen chuckled lowly, his expression, however, was very lancholic, "Zhi Chen, too, feels the sa."
He sat while she stood, together they looked out into the night ahead. After a long while, suddenly a gust of autumn wind swept through, ssing up his long hair and stirring her muddled thoughts to clarity.
She briskly took off the coat she was wearing and placed it over Liang Zhichen’s shoulders.
"Your illness hasn’t fully recovered yet, and last night you got soaked with
in the rain all night, you have to be careful."
After putting the coat on him, she tried to retract her hands, but he suddenly seized her hand, pressing it against his own shoulder.
He had no improper intentions. It was only when she was by his side that his turbulent emotions could find a touch of calm.
"I..." He paused, then turned to look at Dong Huiying: "On Qingfeng Mountain before, I kept having the sa dream. I dread that after that mudslide, you didn’t lose your mory, you died. Then, Shu Yu fell seriously ill, and didn’t last long before he...passed away too. I buried him in the mountain’s graveyard, had father watch over him for . His expression before he died was one of relief and also deep guilt, because it seed he knew, once he was gone, we brothers would be heartbroken."
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