Chapter 307 I'll Be Better to You in the Future

The fog was thick in the early morning.

Lin Yan was walking on the street when her attention was drawn to a figure in the fog ahead.

She was wearing white, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind.

When Lin Yan saw her face clearly through the thick fog, her heart skipped a beat.

"Luoluo!"

Before she could even call out the name, the other person seemed to be frightened, turned around abruptly, and walked hurriedly into the deeper fog.

The figure was so thin that it made people feel distressed. He walked so fast and hurriedly that he was about to melt into the vast expanse of white in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yan chased after her, calling her name. At this moment, a sharp brake sound suddenly broke the tranquility of the early morning.

Then there was the dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground. Lin Yan paused and looked in the direction of the sound. She saw the white figure lying on the ground at the intersection not far away, with a car still emitting white smoke parked next to it.

A pool of dark red blood was slowly spreading from under Luo Luo...

"Luoluo!"

He suddenly sat up from the bed, his chest heaving violently, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and even the back of his pajamas was soaked.

"Ayan? What's wrong?" A hand suddenly covered her forehead. Xing Yu was wiping her sweat with a towel. "Did you have a nightmare? You kept calling 'Luoluo'."

Lin Yan took a long time to calm down her rapid breathing.

She glanced out the window. It was snowing and it was already daybreak.

Only later did I realize that the bloody scene just now was just a dream.

She murmured with lingering fear: "Why did I suddenly dream of Luoluo..."

Xing Yu saw that she looked unhappy and comforted her, "Don't think too much, it's just a dream. Look at the dark circles under your eyes, you must not have slept well again. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Lin Yan leaned in Xing Yu's arms, and the uneasiness in her heart eased a little. She thought for a moment and said, "I want some plain noodles with more sesame oil and vinegar."

"Then I'll do it." Xing Yu ruffled her hair. "Lie down for a while, cover yourself with the quilt and don't catch a cold. I'll call you when it's done."

After saying that, he tucked in the corner of the quilt for Lin Yan, then stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door.

Lin Yan leaned against the head of the bed for a while, picked up her cell phone and dialed Zhou Jing's number.

The phone rang once and was picked up. Zhou Jing's voice was clearly anxious: "Lin Yan? Did Luo Luo contact you? Do you have any news about her?"

When Lin Yan heard this, she felt disappointed.

"No, I wanted to ask you..."

"Where on earth did this child go..."

She is half a mother now. Lin Yan listened to Zhou Jing's choked voice, and now she seemed to understand things that she couldn't understand before.

She and Zhou Jing had no deep hatred for each other, and the grudges of the past no longer mattered to her.

She calmed herself down and for the first time comforted her in an emotional tone.

"Don't worry too much. Luoluo will be fine. Let's wait a little longer and we'll definitely find her. By the way, how is Uncle Qu? I heard he was sick and hospitalized last time. How is his health now?"

"That's how it was... After Luoluo disappeared, he fell ill and has been staying in the hospital all this time... I didn't even have time to visit Lin Zhi. I couldn't take care of both of them."

"The cornea has been found, and the surgery will be done next week." Lin Yan: "Take good care of Uncle Qu. I'll take care of my brother."

"Thank you for your help..."

"Lin Zhi told me he was my brother, so it's no trouble."

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After finishing her conversation with Zhou Jing, she subconsciously turned her head to the window.

Snowflakes were floating slowly in the air, like torn cotton wool, fluttering on the glass windows, and soon a thin layer of frost accumulated.

Why is winter so long in northern Beijing?

Luoluo, where on earth did you go...

I don't know how long I was thinking, but suddenly there was a crisp sound outside the living room.

The sound of the bowl breaking brought her back to her senses.

Lin Yan didn't think much about it, lifted the quilt and walked out.

She saw a mess on the floor next to the dining table. The white porcelain bowl was broken into several pieces and scattered on the floor, and the steaming noodles were spilled all over the floor.

Xing Yu was standing to one side at this moment, his face frighteningly pale, one hand tightly supporting the table, the other hand on his left leg.

"Xing Yu!" Lin Yan walked over quickly and said, "Is your leg hurting again?"

Hearing her voice, Xing Yu pretended to move his hand off his leg, stood up and opened his lips to her.

"No. My hand slipped and I spilled the noodles. Ah Yan, go back to your room and rest first. I'll make some new noodles..."

"Xing Yu!" Lin Yan interrupted him before he could finish. She stared at the cold sweat on his forehead and his subconscious lean to the left, feeling anxious and annoyed. "How can I even be in the mood to eat noodles?"

Xing Yu pulled her hand and pressed it against his chest: "It's been a long time since you hurt me. If you hurt me once, it won't hurt anymore."

"Go away!" Lin Yan had no mood to joke with him and scolded him: "You always act like this when your legs hurt. You force yourself not to tell me because you're afraid I'll worry. But do you know that if you force yourself to do this, it will only make me more worried!"

After saying that, she helped Xing Yu walk to the sofa in the living room: "Sit down quickly, don't stand."

Lin Yan helped him sit down on the sofa, feeling angry.

She squatted in front of Xing Yu, looked up at his subconsciously furrowed brows, and sighed: "Xing Yu, if you feel pain, just say it, even if it's just a cry. Don't think that I really can't see that you are uncomfortable..."

Xing Yu reached out and touched her face out of habit, his tone softening, "Okay, I won't pretend with you anymore... Ah Yan, don't be angry. The doctor said pregnant women need to be emotionally stable and not get too excited."

She didn't respond and reached out to lift Xing Yu's trouser leg.

"It will be fine after the pain, it's not a big problem." Xing Yu held her hand, trying to divert her attention.

Lin Yan didn't buy his tricks and glared at him: "Take your hands away."

I dare not disobey the words of my ancestors.

Then he moved his hand away and let her roll up her trouser legs.

When the trouser legs were rolled up to the knees, the dark red scars were completely exposed.

The scar was very long, like a ferocious centipede, coiled on the outside of the knee, with a slight redness and swelling on the edge, obviously an old injury had recurred.

The doctor said that Xing Yu had undergone multiple surgeries on his legs, and his bones, muscles and nerves had been damaged to an irreparable degree.

The scar tissue that forms can compress nerves, leaving behind chronic pain, which is especially exacerbated in cold weather and when you're tired.

You never know when your legs might stop working...

Lin Yan stared at his knees and felt her eyes burning.

For many nights, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep, but he lied to her and said he had insomnia. She also saw his silence when he inadvertently rubbed his left leg.

He is also a flesh and blood person, how can he not feel pain...

She lowered her head, her long hair hanging down, hiding the expression on her face.

After a while, she finally spoke: "I'll get you some painkillers..."

"You've taken too much painkiller and become resistant to it. Ah Yan, I can tolerate this pain. A hot towel will do the trick."

"Yeah." Lin Yan stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom without waiting for Xing Yu to say anything.

The faucet in the bathroom was turned on, hot water flowed into the basin, and the hot steam blurred the mirror.

Lin Yan held the towel, stood in front of the mirror, and rubbed her eyes with her hand.

After the water was collected, he patted his cheeks with cold water, trying to make himself look more relaxed.

When she returned to the living room with hot water and a towel, Xing Yu followed her gaze and paused slightly.

Her eyes and nose were red, as if she had just cried, but she pretended to be fine.

Xing Yu didn't expose her, but watched her sit down beside him and apply a massage to his knees.

The temperature seeped in through the skin, relieving the pain a little, but my heart ached.

He knew how complicated the condition of his legs was.

Although the rehabilitation training did help him recover a lot, the root cause of the disease is difficult to eliminate.

He looked at Lin Yan quietly, watching her carefully adjust the position of the towel, watching her look up from time to time to observe his expression, his eyes sore.

After a long time, he spoke softly, his tone joking but concealing seriousness: "Wife, if I really couldn't walk anymore, wouldn't you take care of me like a madman? It seems I have to treat you better from now on."

Lin Yan stopped and looked up: "Don't talk nonsense, it will be fine."

"It's not good, but there's nothing I can do about it. It's just..." Xing Yu suddenly smiled and said, "Don't look down on me because I'm a cripple."

Lin Yan put down the towel and looked at him seriously: "Xing Yu, I don't care whether you are lame or not, I only care whether you are in pain or not. You still have to continue to treat your leg, just in case it can be cured."

Xing Yu clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, let's pray."

Lin Yan was amused by him and patted his arm: "Be serious!"

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Xing Yu started to talk about business: "Ayan, let's go back to the old house this afternoon."