Chapter 99 You also think I shouldn't have gone to see her...

Lu Ming returned home expressionlessly. Aunt Sun saw the injury on his hand and quickly came over to ask what happened.

He raised his eyelids and watched the other person's mouth move, but the sound that reached his mind was very faint, almost inaudible, as if it were from another world.

His mind was buzzing with a buzzing sound, like a silver needle piercing his temple. Just thinking about that name, about how the other person had forgotten him and wanted to completely sever ties with him, gave him a splitting headache.

Lu Ming had no idea what kind of life he had been living for the past year.

Every day since he witnessed the woman fall from the high-rise building, every night has been a dark nightmare for him.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital, the messy and heavy footsteps of doctors and nurses, and the sound of the bed frame being dragged along became catalysts for his stress disorder.

He could never forget the burning pain in his lungs that day, the nauseating taste of rust lingering in his mouth, the bright red light in the operating room, and the fear that gripped his heart.

When he learned that Wen Chu was out of danger, he had never really believed that Buddha might actually appear in this world, but darkness still followed.

The woman's former vibrant and radiant appearance and her pale, lifeless state on the hospital bed kept intertwining, gnawing at his brain nerves every day that followed.

In his mind, that afternoon, that moment, the distance between him and Wen Chu kept shrinking. In the end, the scene in his memory was distorted into the illusion that he was almost able to catch her.

Thus, regret intensified, and pain became even more intense.

On many nights when treatment failed, he wondered if he should die with someone.

But he was also afraid, afraid that when Wen Chu opened her eyes the next second, she wouldn't see him.

He was a sinner, and sinners cannot easily choose death or liberation.

He could only eke out a living, continue trying, continue failing, and wait agonizingly for a miracle to happen so he could make amends for his mistakes.

The more Lu Ming recalled, the more certain he became that there was something wrong with him.

Why did he fall in love with Wen Chu so clearly? The time they spent together was so vivid, those were some of the few days in his twenty-seven years of life when he felt he was truly living. Yet, after Wen Xue returned, he forgot everything.

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating his emotions, or as if he had a dream in which someone else had taken his place and done many irreversible things. When he woke up, he found that everything had changed.

He had clearly been thinking about confessing his feelings to someone, but when he woke up from his dream, he found that nothing had happened.

He almost pathologically wrote Wen Chu's name all over the house in an attempt to prevent such a thing from happening again.

The notebook he used to record important people became his and Wen Chu's memoir. He wrote down everything that had happened between them in great detail, down to the subtle changes in the color of the sunset on the girl's face and the dappled shadows cast on her by the leaves.

He drew plaster dolls of the grumpy rabbit one after another, and practiced mixing cocktails for others over and over again. He wanted to use these to feel the time they had spent together, but the emptiness in his heart only grew deeper with time, constantly being eroded by pain.

Even though he tried his best to maintain the relationship, traces of the woman's life were slowly disappearing from his world, and the gradual fading of memories from those around him made him feel unacceptable and irritable.

He became increasingly silent.

That less than 10% chance of waking up became his only motivation to survive.

He wished it were all a dream, that he could wake up and the other person would be by his side again.

But he couldn't sleep at all.

Time passed slowly and agonizingly.

But as time went on, a sense of hatred arose within him. He hated the woman for not coming to see him that night after promising to, hated her for not listening to his explanation, hated her for not giving him one more day, and hated how easily she could give up her precious life.

He wouldn't have lost her if the outcome of even one node had been slightly different.

They can then be together happily.

The accusations from those around him, his own guilt, and the despair of trying dozens of methods to wake the woman all crashed over him like a tidal wave, giving him an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

Only when he sat next to the woman, touched her still-warm body, felt her light breathing, and saw her occasional rapid eye movements, could Lu Ming barely find a bit of life.

He thought he would spend the rest of his life in this hopelessness until one day, he could no longer bear it and selfishly and fragilely chose to end it all, perhaps to meet someone on the other side of the world.

Unexpectedly, by a stroke of luck, the person who had been lying quietly in the hospital bed woke up without warning.

It was an ordinary day. He finished his work early and went to the hospital to ask the nurse if there had been any changes in the patient's vital signs. After receiving the same disappointing answer as always, he began to give the patient a massage to make sure that the muscles did not atrophy.

When he inadvertently felt the woman's hand move slightly, it was enough to make his blood boil with joy. Before he could tell the doctor the good news, he saw the woman slowly open her eyes.

Those clear, beautiful eyes that had captivated him countless times opened again, and the first thing they looked at was him. In that instant, he almost forgot to breathe, and couldn't even make a sound. He could only feel the hot blood rushing to the top of his head.

But the other person didn't remember him. When those eyes looked at him, there was no longer the warmth and love they once had, only wariness and hostility, as if he were some kind of monster that needed to be avoided at all costs.

It doesn't matter.

Lu Ming took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

Being able to wake up is a blessing in itself; he shouldn't ask for too much.

Having experienced the pain of losing someone, he felt that as long as Wen Chu was still within his sight, as long as he could see her smile, hear her voice, and feel her breath, nothing else mattered.

The only problem is that he has to try hard to control his emotions and act normally.

The other person has always liked the healthy Lu Ming on the surface, and he has to maintain that image.

I acted too impulsively today.

He desperately wanted to see the other person's emotions fluctuate because of him, and that they wouldn't be so indifferent to him, so he chose this method.

That's not good; it will definitely scare the other person.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Aunt Sun felt uneasy and worried as the man stared at her for a long time without speaking.

Lu Ming leaned against the door, his gaze finally focusing.

“Auntie, she’s awake. Would you like to talk to her?” he said in a hoarse voice.

"Who? Miss Wen Chu?" Aunt Sun asked incredulously.

"Um."

"Really? That's wonderful! It's a blessing from heaven! I knew Miss Wen was such a good person, she must be blessed!" Aunt Sun exclaimed with joy, then her eyes darted away as she meaningfully answered the man's last sentence: "It's good that she's awake, it's good that she's awake... As long as Miss Wen Chu can continue to live a good life, I won't bother her anymore..."

"You think so too?" Lu Ming's voice seemed to be hidden in dark clouds. "You also think I shouldn't have gone to see her?"

Aunt Sun looked troubled, unsure of what to say. When she learned that Wen Chu had attempted suicide by jumping off a building, she and the rest of her family secretly cried several times. Xiao Yuan kept saying that it was all because Lu Ming had gone too far, and that if people really had a next life, she hoped that Miss Wen Chu would never meet such a person again.

They all felt that if Wen Chu hadn't fallen for Lu Ming, this tragedy wouldn't have happened.

Lu Ming didn't intend to make things difficult for her, or perhaps he had already guessed the answer from her expression. He straightened up, walked past her, and headed upstairs: "You don't need to cook for me."

Wen Chu planned to rest at home for a week or two, spend more time with her family, cooperate with the hospital for further observation, and then think about work after a while.

She couldn't help but recall the scene at the restaurant. After deducing the possibility that Lu Ming might have intentionally injured her, she felt even more strongly that he was a madman and she had to stay away from him. How much determination it must have taken to treat herself so cruelly.

But she wanted some peace and quiet, and someone clearly didn't want to give her that.

Not only did he send her gifts three times a day to make his presence known, but he also kept texting her, asking when she could come out.

I found a really delicious hot pot restaurant; I think you'll like it. Want to come and try it?

Still no time today?

My hands seem to have been soaked in water and are inflamed; they hurt a lot.

Typing with only one hand is really frustrating.

The weather looks good tomorrow, the sunrise at the beach should be beautiful, would you like to go with me?

[In your gift, there's a box of blue plumbago seeds. If you're bored, now's the perfect season to plant them. The seeds will die if not stored properly.]

Can you please talk to me?

I miss you so much.

"Can't you really see me one more time?"

【video】

Wen Chu stared at the endless string of text messages, wondering if this person had used up all the text messages they'd ever sent in their life during this time. She didn't reply to any of them, but instead, out of sheer boredom, she clicked on the last video message to see what it was about.

It turned out to be a collection of cute and funny pet jokes, which made her laugh.

Realizing that it was a video sent by the other party, Wen Chu immediately put her teeth back and planned to change her phone number in a couple of days.

After lunch, she thought for a moment and asked the nanny to check among the pile of unopened gifts to see if there really was a box of blue plumbago seeds. After the nanny confirmed it, she thought for a moment and asked someone to plant it in the backyard.

Two more days passed, and she suddenly received a call from Aunt Sun.

Wen Chu's eyelids twitched, and after hesitating for a moment, she answered the call.

"Is this... Miss Wen Chu?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone uncertain and somewhat nervous.

"It's me, Aunt Sun?"

"Oh, yes! It's me!" The other person's tone suddenly became excited. "Miss Wen, it really is you! You're awake! That's wonderful!"

Wen Chu's heart softened. Aunt Sun was still very kind to her, so much so that her voice became much gentler, "Yes, I'm all better now, you don't need to worry. I haven't had your cooking in a long time and I've been missing it. When I go back to the neighborhood another day, could you please cook me a meal?"

"Of course! Xiaoyuan misses you too."

"So, what's the matter that you called?" Wen Chu had a bad feeling.

“I… I just wanted to ask if you could come and check on the young master… I know this request is presumptuous! But the young master hasn’t eaten anything since the night before last. His diet has been very irregular this year, and he has developed a serious stomach ailment, but he still doesn’t listen to anything we say. He just locks himself in his room and won’t even drink water. If this continues, I’m really afraid something bad will happen.”

Aunt Sun's tone was full of helplessness, worry, and apology: "I know that the young master did something wrong to you back then, but could you please take some time to come and see him for my sake... He is in really bad condition right now, and none of us can persuade him. He has been hospitalized many times."

Wen Chu frowned, somewhat embarrassed, "Auntie... I have nothing to do with him anymore. He should be responsible for his own health, and I have no right to visit him."

Aunt Sun finally sighed, said many more words of concern for her health, and then hung up the phone.

Wen Chu felt a little uncomfortable, but she knew very well that the guy was doing it on purpose, and she couldn't back down.

But a day later, while she was having dinner with Yang Lan and Wen Heng, Aunt Sun called again. The situation was only more critical, because that guy hadn't eaten for three days.

Wen Chu was well aware of this guy's madness; he really was going to do whatever he wanted to her body.

She finally couldn't resist Aunt Sun's request and reluctantly agreed, feeling flustered: "Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

"Really? That's wonderful! Thank you so much! You've gone to so much trouble!"

Wen Chu reassured herself, "You're too kind. You don't need to be so polite when you talk to me."