Chapter 55 The branches outside the window have unknowingly...
The branches outside the window have already sprouted green buds without my noticing.
After the start of spring, it seemed to warm up overnight, but there was still a chill in the air.
Once Liu Yi regained consciousness, he immediately invited an internationally renowned medical team to serve him. Although it would cost millions a day, it was all worth it. Having come this far, he had long since accepted his physical condition.
However, he is still unable to let go of the mess at home. One is his son and daughter-in-law, and the other is his grandson. If he leaves without properly arranging the handover of his inheritance, it will definitely cause a huge uproar.
Liu Duanhe did not enter the ward; he left after Liu Yi had regained consciousness.
His current physical condition is not good for him to have close contact with Liu Yireng, so as not to affect his already fragile immune system.
The day of school started arrived as Liu Duanhe shuttled between the company and the sanatorium.
Liu Duanhe was so busy that he almost forgot he was still a college student and that school was about to start.
In the midst of his busy schedule, he took a moment to log onto the school website and check his grades. Unsurprisingly, he was still first in his major.
A glamorous stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of the dormitory building. Several bodyguards and a butler carried his belongings up, and Liu Duan and he did the unpacking afterwards.
Although his obsessive-compulsive disorder is gradually easing due to reduced stress, it has not yet reached the point where he would allow outsiders to touch his bed and personal items.
After placing their luggage at the door, the group left at Liu Duanhe's instruction.
As soon as Liu Duanhe opened the door, he was pulled into an embrace around the waist. The arm pressed against his slender waist like an iron chain, and a tall figure loomed over him.
He was startled by the suddenness of the situation, but judging from the aura around him, he recognized who it was and chuckled helplessly, "Feng Xingyun, why did you suddenly scare me?"
Feng Xingyun's voice was deep and resonant. He crossed his arms and placed them on Feng Xingyun's waist, holding Feng Xingyun's hand in his own. His voice was full of affection as he said, "Because I missed you so much."
Liu Duanhe hesitated and said, "Didn't we just meet yesterday and have dinner together?" For someone like him who was used to not seeing his family for long periods of time, expressing his emotions made him feel particularly awkward and uncomfortable, even at a loss for what to say.
Feng Xingyun replied matter-of-factly, "I dreamt of you last night, but I didn't see you when I opened my eyes this morning. Of course I miss you."
He spoke concisely, and if you didn't look at his slightly narrowed, pleased eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell that he was being overly sentimental.
Liu Duanhe chuckled upon hearing his words, then pulled his other hand, which had been trapped in Feng Xingyun's arms, out and gently touched Feng Xingyun's ear.
He joked, "So I was responsible for your dream yesterday? That doesn't make any sense."
His hands, like his face, were exceptionally beautiful—slender and long, with delicate, fair skin and a smooth, jade-like texture. They had no prominent knuckles, giving the impression that he was an artist.
Feng Xingyun was reluctant to let go of the hand that was around his waist and the hand that was holding his. He could only watch as Liu Duanhe touched his ear and then let go, placing his hand on his shoulder.
The dark fabric accentuated the exquisite, jade-carved hand.
Feng Xingyun forced himself to remain calm and looked away. Liu Duanhe, with his extremely handsome face that looked like it was straight out of a model, leaned closer and said with a smile, "Your face is red, do you know that?"
Logically speaking, given Feng Xingyun's sun-kissed tan skin, it would be difficult to tell if he was blushing. However, they were so close that they could clearly hear each other's disordered breathing.
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Author's note: There will be another two thousand tomorrow at noon [starry-eyed]
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