lifeless

Tanaka looked at the young master who was interacting with a group of male and female fans in the hotel lobby, and he was really struggling for a while whether he should go up and disturb them.

He turned and shut out the howling Icelandic wind, and the chirping, lively laughter became even more pronounced.

The loudest voice belonged to the funny and charming superstar surrounded in the middle, who looked completely different from the disheveled appearance he had been sent back by Mr. York a few days ago.

Of course, if you ignore the white bandage on his forehead.

Tanaka suddenly came up with an idea.

"Sir, you should go to the hospital to change your dressing. The doctor has told you not to delay."

The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by unwilling complaints.

After all, it would be a shame not to chat with your idol for a while if you happened to meet him in Reykjavik, at the end of the world.

"Kinsley, what's your comeback? I'm still waiting for your concert!"

“Yes, yes—”

"Oh my god! Who on earth was so blind as to hit my precious child? Kinsley's beautiful head should be insured!!!"

"Brother, where are you going to play next? Please give me the itinerary and hope to meet you by chance!!!"

"Yeah, tell us—"

The popular idol smiled brightly, making a bunch of young people stare at the stars:

"Don't worry, it will be quick, haha! Family, you can't question Kinsley's love for the stage and for you! So I really have to leave, otherwise the certificate of recovery will never be issued!"

This worked, and a group of righteous fans quickly escorted him to the car.

"Sir, are you okay?" Tanaka glanced in the rearview mirror, then reluctantly looked away. "If you're not feeling well, take a nap. I'll call you when we get there."

As he expected, the man in the back seat once again returned to his lifeless appearance that he had seen in recent days.

The profile staring out the window was still flawless, the black cloak he had to wear due to the extreme climate wrapped around his much thinner body, and his eyes were as desolate as Iceland's—

It was not an illusion. The young master who had been following me seemed to have suddenly grown a few years older, and his whole body was filled with a unique, mature and vast temperament.

He woke up at home, frantically looking for someone but couldn't find him, and collapsed to his knees on the floor.

It wasn't until he ignored Miss Chu Yan's obstruction and insisted on running to this extremely cold place that he felt something was wrong with him.

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway."

Kinsley spoke softly, his tone flat.

"Then would you like to—"

"Tanaka, I want to go skiing."

"But you—"

The butler was about to persuade her, but his eyes lingered on the pale face for a long time.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he arranged everything down to the smallest detail.

…

Head injury, severe insomnia, extreme hypothermia, emotional instability—

Plus nearly four hours of exposure to a pure white world.

Tanaka helped the young master, who had a splitting headache, back to the hotel. Looking at the latter's red and swollen eyelids and motionless pupils, he finally realized that he was in trouble.

It's snow blindness.

The very serious kind.

The medical conditions in Reykjavik are naturally not as good as those in China. When he was hesitating whether to take the person back quickly, Mr. Patient didn't seem to take it seriously.

I even felt a little self-destructive and didn't even want to apply medicine.

"It doesn't matter if I'm blind. I couldn't find her anyway..."

Of course Tanaka knew who this "she" was.

The best idea right now is of course to call Miss Qingyan, which may be more effective than any panacea.

But he never forgot the horrifying scene that night when he accidentally mentioned the name and carried the bleeding owner out of the hotel bathroom.

At that time, the big star's arms were covered with dense scars due to years of muscular exercise.

Some of the deepest ones are located at the wrists.

Despite his years of bandaging experience, he still couldn't help trembling while applying the medicine. The man stared blankly, seemingly unconscious, muttering:

"She hit me... How could she hit me... My head hurts so much... It hurts so much..."

The wound on the back of the head opened again naturally after being soaked in cold water.

Just skin injuries and a mild concussion.

But Kinsley's cries of grievance and pain were as if he was being skinned alive.

So he must not act rashly at this moment.

Coincidentally, just when he was struggling to decide whether to call Miss Chu Xin or contact the young master's friends in the circle, AI reported that someone was visiting.

"Oh please help me, God! It must be Miss Mu! Please, it must be her!"

Tanaka went out to greet them while praying.

Two girls with different temperaments but equally beautiful pushed the door open.

——There is no one who should appear.

"Miss Chenxi, Miss Lanxi, what are you doing?"

"Mr. Tanaka, long time no see! Oh, sister, you are amazing! I really found it! Kinsley—Kinsley, are you there? I'm coming—"

The younger one rushed in without caring about anything, but was fortunately stopped by another person next to him:

"Hello, Mr. Tanaka. My younger sister is on vacation now, and when she learned Kinsley was traveling here, she asked me to bring her here. I wonder if I disturbed him?"

The two daughters of the Xu family have always been familiar with their master, and they have come from thousands of miles away. Of course, it is difficult for Tanaka to stop them.

I could only give a few simple instructions and make a "please" gesture.

Soon, the originally warm atmosphere quietly changed when they saw the man wrapped in bandages in the inner room.

Kinsley couldn't see who it was and immediately became defensive:

"Who?"

Xu Chenxi rarely saw this kind of situation and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Xu Lanxi slowly walked over and said softly from a safe distance:

"Kinsley, long time no see, it's me, I'm back."

…

"Lan Xi?"

Kinsley was slightly stunned, but his tone was no longer tense and serious.

"What? The great writer has finally finished his book?"

The girl smiled.

In fact, it is not appropriate for Xu Lanxi to say "I'm back".

She has been flying around the world to collect inspiration, and this time she stayed in New Zealand for a while. It has been half a year since she last saw Kinsley.

"I've finished writing it, and I came back specially to ask a big star to promote it. I don't know if you'd be willing to do it!"

"I--"

"Kinsley, what the hell is wrong with you—"

Seeing that her sister had finally resolved the awkwardness, Xu Chenxi rushed towards the man, holding his hand and looking left and right, obviously worried:

"What's wrong with your eyes? Are you injured again? I didn't even know about it while I was filming a show... Why didn't you tell me?"

Her bright eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

However, the patient cannot see it.

Kinsley pulled his hand out without leaving a trace. Although there was nothing on his face, Xu Lanxi still caught the resistance in his expression.

She patted her sister's shoulder and signaled with her eyes.

"Lanxi, thank you for coming to see me, but..." Kinsley spread his hands, "I can't do anything now. I can't play with you, so..."

The unfinished meaning is that I am seeing the guest off.

Xu Lanxi's gaze fell on the familiar young face in front of her. After observing it for a long time, she realized that the other party was not joking.

She pursed her lips. She didn't expect that it would suddenly become like this after just two sentences, and the man was still making familiar and intimate jokes.

"Kinsley, I took some photos for my new book illustrations, and I'd like you to help me choose some! You know my taste, and I can't trust anyone else. If you don't help me, I'll be leaving readers with nothing to show for it..."

Kinsley didn't answer, but stood up and walked past the two girls to the outer living room.

Xu Lanxi was unsure of what the other party meant, but she still mustered up the courage and said half-jokingly:

"If you don't mind, I'll help you apply the medicine. You're precious. You need to get better soon, or your fans will be so sad!"

I don’t know which word touched him, but his tall and straight figure suddenly stopped.

for a long time--

"Well, thank you for your help."

...

Xu Chenxi was extremely excited that he could finally stay with a legitimate reason.

But she didn't have enough patience after all, so she could only wait and watch her sister treat her lover's eyes.

Although she was a little jealous, it was fortunate that her sister came back in time, allowing her parents to allow her to give up her work and travel so far away.

Calculating the time, it has been a long time since she was photographed drunk outside the Shen's Manor with Kinsley. She didn't know what this guy was busy with to make himself look like this.

"Kinsley, if it hurts you, then—"

"Kinsley, tell me if it hurts—"

Xu Lanxi's words inadvertently overlapped with her sister's.

She blinked and stopped talking. She seemed to feel that the angle was wrong and moved a little closer.

After they became adults, she and he had not been so close for a long time.

The cotton wool gently stroked the slightly red and swollen eyelids, and occasionally some clear liquid accidentally dripped and flowed down along the handsome outline that was so close.

Like tears.

Her heart couldn't help but tremble.

The long feathery eyelashes were rubbed wet, like fresh sea urchins - this was an extremely interesting and appropriate metaphor before.

But now, with his brows furrowed and a hint of gloom and sadness covering the corners of his eyes and lips, there is suddenly a sense of incongruity.

——This was not like the lively and bright Chen Yin she knew.

"Kinsley, what brings you to Iceland? I remember you hated cold, damp places, didn't you? And that head injury of yours—"

Almost as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xu Lanxi realized that he shouldn't ask this question.

The aura around that person suddenly turned cold, it wasn't an illusion.

Just as I was about to say something to make amends, the butler who was waiting nearby came over with his phone, looking very embarrassed:

"Sir...Qing...Miss Mu's phone call..."