Tao Yu heard his hoarse voice and suddenly felt like she had heard it somewhere before, but it was neither Yue Lin nor Yue Ze.
Now was not the time to think about this, she quickly pushed the strange thought out of her mind, grabbed Yue Lin’s hand and whispered: “Let’s move the wedding forward.”
Yue Lin looked at her quietly, knowing better than anyone what this sentence meant. After a long time, he softly laughed: “Okay.” He couldn’t even tell himself whether heaven was being kind or cruel to him. For over twenty years, he had only wished to end his suffering as soon as possible, but never could. Now, after finally tasting a bit of sweetness amidst the bitterness, he was being told it was time to go.
Tao Yu smiled slightly, burying her face in his palm. Yue Lin clearly felt a warm, moist spot in his hand, but before he could comfort Tao Yu, he closed his eyes again.
When he woke up again, he suddenly felt very energetic, and some of his physical pain had disappeared. He felt as if he had recovered from his illness. Yue Lin sat in silence for a long time after waking, then looked up to see Tao Yu already wearing a wedding dress, standing outside the glass wall, looking at him through the wall.
When their eyes met, the butler came in with a custom suit, and smiled when he saw Yue Lin awake: “Young Master, get changed. It’s time to go.”
Yue Lin smiled faintly, changing out of his patient clothes with the butler’s help, combing his hair back, looking much more spirited.
“Young Master looks great today. Let’s go, the ceremony might be a bit simple, but it should be fine,” the butler said, though he knew in his heart that this sudden ‘recovery’ seemed more like something else.
Yue Lin lowered his eyes and walked out, reaching to hold Tao Yu’s gloved fingers gently: “It’s perfect.”
Tao Yu smiled, walking with him outside. It was early, and there weren’t many people in the hospital lobby. They walked together, drawing some looks, but as they were leaving the hospital, no one disturbed them.
