Lin Qiao’s heart sank. She quickly raised her hand to block his gaze.
“Don’t look!”
She had seen this kind of reaction before; it was a symptom of post-traumatic stress disorder, and his was even so severe that he was experiencing somatization.
“How could you…”
She wanted to ask, but it was too late. Su Zhengxing’s breathing was rapid, and he was about to suffocate.
Recalling a healing method she had seen before, Lin Qiao quickly reached over and hugged him. She took off his glasses and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting his face against her chest. Her other hand ran through his soft hair, gently stroking from the back of his head to his neck, over and over again.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here, I’m here.”
The gentle touch gradually relaxed Su Zhengxing’s tense spirit. His breathing began to slow down, and his frozen and numb body melted and relaxed. He was enveloped by a light coconut aroma, which made him feel at ease.
“Thank you.” Su Zhengxing, in her consciousness, thanked her on behalf of his real self.
“You…”
Lin Qiao felt a little reluctant, but Su Zhengxing could read her doubts through her intense emotional fluctuations.
Su Zhengxing was an orphan, but not from birth. After his father’s death, his mother remarried and moved to a neighboring village, but she didn’t completely abandon him. She still came back to see him, even if it was only rarely.
Whenever he was sick, his mother would come to see him secretly without telling her husband’s family.
At that time, he didn’t understand his mother’s struggles; he simply wanted her to visit more often, so he did everything he could to make himself sick.
Every time he nearly passed out with a fever, his mother would carry him to town for an IV drip. At that time, his mother was his mother alone.
But if he could do it all over again, he would have preferred his mother never visit him again.
On his seventh birthday, in order to celebrate with his mother, he deliberately soaked in cold water for a long time the day before. Later, his mother really took him to the town with a high fever of 39 degrees.
The small clinic in town used high-dose medication, and a few bottles of IV drip quickly brought his fever down. Wanting to spend more time with his mother, he lied about having a stomachache as he waited for the car to be returned from the clinic.
His mother saw through his little thoughts, but she didn’t get angry. She just patted his head gently and asked him to wait by the roadside while she went to the store to buy him some candy to bring back.
After that departure, his mother never returned.
He watched helplessly as she was run over by a speeding dump truck, feeling as hopeless and helpless as the little boy at the intersection today.
Because of his willfulness, that day, he was forever without a mother.
Lin Qiao had always believed Su Zhengxing was lucky. Although he had a poor childhood, those hardships seemed negligible compared to his current high position. She had never imagined that this so-called luck came at such a tragic price. Her heart twisted uncontrollably.
“Don’t be afraid, it’s all over.” She comforted him softly.
In Lin Qiao’s arms, slowly recovering, Su Zhengxing slowly opened his eyes. He glanced up at the girl embracing him. The delicate scent of coconut lingered in his nose, awakening all his senses as his blood flowed through him.
The noise had died down, and all around was quiet. The only sounds in the narrow car were their breathing and heartbeats.
Su Zhengxing once again felt the palpitations brought by this hug, and emotions surged in his misty eyes.
He slowly raised his hand, intending to embrace her, but paused before his fingertips touched the soft, warm body. His hand, suspended in mid-air, finally dropped back down.
Such beauty made him dare not covet it.
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