“With you by my side for twenty-four hours, how could I run around?” I wanted to laugh but felt like crying instead. I looked at him quietly for a long time, then stroked his hair. “Senior, I’ll help you wash your hair later.”
He caught my hand, his pitch-black eyes sparkling. Time seemed to take us back to three years ago when he was injured—the most satisfying period of my life. I took care of him daily; we washed his hair, kept each other company, chatted, and bickered. Everything was beautiful.
I had wished countless times to relive that period, but now I regretted it. I would rather not have that satisfaction than see him hurt again. As I was moved, someone’s nature remained unchanged. “Sweetie, actually… I haven’t bathed in a long time.”
After all these years, he hadn’t changed at all. I took a deep breath, then another. “Fine, I’ll help you wash tonight!”
“Tonight?” He seemed to like this time slot and nodded satisfactorily. “Hmm, tonight is good. The long night can be…”
I had to interrupt. “Dr. Lin said you can’t do too intense exercise.”
“Is sleeping considered intense exercise?”
That was hard to say. “Sleeping” could have two meanings, and based on my understanding of Ye Zhengchen, the more he seemed like a gentleman, the more perverted his thoughts were.
So I changed the subject. “Dr. Lin said someone hit you with a car.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhengchen leaned back against the headboard, his gaze shifting to the LCD TV opposite him.
“Senior…”
He grabbed the remote and turned the volume up deafeningly loud. He didn’t want to discuss this topic further, but the more he avoided it, the more confused and curious I became.
“Why don’t you want me to know? It’s not a scorned lover you abandoned, is it?”
“I don’t have such a heartless lover…”
I remembered he had someone. “Is it Yu Yin?”
The person staring at the TV news snorted coldly. “She wouldn’t do something so stupid.”
I suddenly moved closer to him, lowering my voice near his ear: “Was it done by the Japanese?”
Ye Zhengchen laughed sarcastically. “Rest assured, they’re not that amateur!”
That was true.
If they really wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t choose broad daylight on a busy street.
