With one open eye, the beautiful three days, like a dream, had disappeared from his fingertips, and he hadn’t even had time to explain…
“Mirror!” A hoarse voice uttered a Japanese sentence that the nurse couldn’t understand.
“I want a mir… ror…” He endured the intense pain in his chest and repeated the request in English.
“Mirror? Oh… okay!” The nurse, who had been staring blankly at his handsome and pale face, snapped back to reality and rushed out to fetch a mirror.
Following the nurse with the mirror was a female doctor who, upon seeing him, broke into a full smile. While instructing the nurse to give him the mirror, she tried to comfort him:
“Don’t worry! Your appearance is still very handsome, completely undamaged. The more complicated issues are your ribs, right upper arm and lower leg bones, and a liver laceration, but don’t worry! Look… you only have a small scratch on the left side of your forehead… really… just these two days should be fine… the liver will recover, and everything else will gradually heal…” The female doctor grew more anxious as she spoke.
Why was Yingpu Cangxie’s expression growing increasingly worse as he looked in the mirror?
“That’s right! That’s right! You… will definitely recover quickly!”
“Yes! Our doctors never lie! I will take good care of you and help you get better.”
The nurse and female doctor were eager to comfort him, after all, such a handsome patient was worth spending two or three times, even a lifetime, accompanying him.
However, their enthusiastic care received no response, because the handsome patient merely gave them an impatient glance and then spoke in an elegant, low voice: “Thank you, I want to rest now. You can leave.”
Lying in the hospital bed, Yingpu Cangxie deeply sighed. Was revealing his true appearance to Kexin too stimulating, causing her to be unable to accept it?
Or were there other reasons? Otherwise, why did she leave his life without saying a single word, without leaving a single character?
