Lu Qingyan was dressed in a neat suit. His handsome features had matured considerably, and his once beautiful peach blossom eyes were now cold and indifferent. He stared at Jiang Nanshu for three seconds, but Jiang Nanshu looked away somewhat guiltily.
In her heart, she kept calling out: “Dashachun, what’s going on?!”
Was she dreaming, or was it real?
How did she inexplicably return?
Unfortunately, Dashachun seemed to be dead.
Jiang Nanshu licked her dry lips, staring at the ceiling with a sense of despair.
“How is her health?” Lu Qingyan’s indifferent voice rang out.
“Mr. Lu, your wife’s vital signs are stable. She just woke up and may need some rest. There are no other major problems.”
“Okay, you can all leave now.”
The doctors then left one after another, considerately closing the door behind them.
Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look out the window. The atmosphere was awkward, and she didn’t know what expression to make when facing Lu Qingyan. She even silently wished that this dream would end quickly.
Until her hospital bed was raised, and the cool rim of a glass touched her lips, warm steam rising from it.
“Open your mouth.” Lu Qingyan’s voice was cold.
Jiang Nanshu was incredibly thirsty, so she gulped down the glass of water in a few mouthfuls.
Because she drank so quickly, a trickle of water slid down her lips and dripped onto the sleeve of her hospital gown.
He reached out to wipe her lips, his usually cold voice softening considerably: “Slow down.”
Jiang Nanshu felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively turned her head away.
Seeing Lu Qingyan’s hand freeze in mid-air, Jiang Nanshu cursed inwardly, “Damn it, he was too fast!”
She hadn’t been touched by anyone for years and felt a little unaccustomed to it.
Lu Qingyan’s eyes grew increasingly gloomy and deep, before softening again: “Would you like some more water?”
Jiang Nanshu was somewhat surprised by Lu Qingyan’s change.
Wasn’t he supposed to have turned evil?
He didn’t look like it.
But she remained vigilant.
Although she thought that if they could meet again, all grudges would be forgotten, it had been so long since she had seen him.
Her feelings for him were familiar yet tinged with a faint sense of estrangement.
Jiang Nanshu shook her head, indicating that she didn’t want any more water.
Lu Qingyan used a tissue to wipe away the water stains that had slid onto her skin. His cool fingertips told Jiang Nanshu that this was not a dream, and the person in front of her was alive.
While Jiang Nanshu was still in a daze, she felt Lu Qingyan’s big hand gently stroking her delicate throat: “You don’t even want to talk to me? Do you really hate me that much?”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She hadn’t spoken for so long; she couldn’t make a sound.
Just as she was about to shake her head, she heard Lu Qingyan’s thin lips whisper in her ear: “Fine, it’s better if you’re mute.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Should she speak or not?
A tingling sensation spread across her earlobe, and Jiang Nanshu’s nose was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
Wait… Sandalwood scent…
She remembered Lu Qingyan always smelling wonderfully of cedarwood. When did it change?
Until she felt a cool touch on her cheek, Jiang Nanshu looked over and saw a string of Buddhist prayer beads on his left wrist.
These prayer beads… Why did they look so familiar?
Before she could even think it through, a commotion erupted at the ward door.
“Let me in!”
It was Jiang Yunchuan’s voice.
Upon hearing it, Jiang Nanshu felt a pang of nostalgia.
“My sister is awake. Why can’t I see her?”
He rushed to the ward door, but it was already surrounded by Lu Qingyan’s men. He could only glimpse a conscious Jiang Nanshu through the crack in the door, her eyes red-rimmed, struggling even more fiercely.
“Get out of my way, I need to see my sister.”
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