Tang Yaoyao felt guilty. No matter how much she wanted to get closer to Huo Linfeng, she didn't want to become a burden to him.
If you look at the worst-case scenario, Huo Linfeng will die because of her.
Thinking about all this, Tang Yaoyao felt incredibly heavy-hearted.
The numerous causes and effects from past lives will only make the burden heavier and heavier.
"I didn't mean to hide it from you." Huo Linfeng sighed, unsure how to explain. "I just didn't want you to worry too much."
"But I know now, it's heartache." Tang Yaoyao looked directly into his eyes: "Is there a difference?"
Huo Linfeng softened his tone and said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it from you. Please don't be angry with me."
The usually indifferent Huo Linfeng became extremely soft-hearted in front of Tang Yaoyao, not allowing her to feel even the slightest harm.
He would also feel guilty because hiding the truth from her caused her too much distress.
Tang Yaoyao's eyes were red, and not wanting Huo Linfeng to see her tears, she turned away.
But Huo Linfeng grabbed her wrist, thinking she was still angry, and said weakly, "Don't be angry with me."
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao felt even more uncomfortable, as if he had choked her, making it hard for her to breathe, a heavy and unbearable discomfort.
No one can do what he did.
He was uncompromisingly demanding of himself and devoted himself entirely to her.
This feeling is different from the doting affection of his older brothers.
He was like a sponge cushioning her back, giving her a sense of security; no matter how many times she fell, she wouldn't feel pain.
While a sponge may be fluffy and comforting, it will eventually break down.
She wanted to have this comfort for the rest of her life, but he had already exhausted himself beforehand.
I couldn't bear to part with him, yet I felt helpless about him.
Tang Yaoyao wasn't angry; she was just angry at herself for being too carefree and not noticing Huo Linfeng's unusual behavior.
"Does the wound hurt?"
Normally, even a small cut from a knife would give her goosebumps.
Putting herself in Huo Linfeng's shoes, she felt that he had endured immense suffering.
Huo Linfeng said, "It's alright, it doesn't hurt."
"You're lying, how could it not hurt?"
His hand hadn't been properly treated yet; the bleeding had stopped, but the gruesome wound still sent chills down one's spine.
Tang Yaoyao's expression was calm, but tears welled up in her eyes, falling down her cheeks and landing on the back of his hand.
She was afraid that her tears would irritate his wound, so she reached out and wiped them away.
Huo Linfeng was quicker, wiping away the tears with his fingertips and giving her a gentle smile: "Grape, don't cry. My constitution is different from ordinary people. My blood can temporarily maintain the balance of your father's life, but as long as the murderer is not found, he may never wake up."
This was something he was powerless to change.
That's all he could do to help.
Tang Yaoyao stopped crying and said, "You've done enough. I'll take care of the rest. Now you need to go and get some rest."
"good."
Huo Linfeng did not resist. After the nurse treated his wound, he listened to Tang Yaoyao and went to rest.
Out of gratitude and guilt, Tang Yaoyao followed Huo Linfeng, not knowing how to repay him at this moment.
She wanted to take care of him.
But what truly troubled her was Xiao Jinhan, who was far away overseas and whom she had no news of.
...
It was already past midnight.
Xiao Jinhan searched tirelessly all night, and based on the clues from the phone call, he basically pinpointed the location.
The car exited the highway.
Xiao Jinhan looked exhausted, but he was relaxed and took the time to check WeChat.
He had just taken out his phone and tapped the WeChat icon.
Bang--
Loud bang!
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