When Hua Qingyan saw him like this, she immediately panicked. Her small hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, and she buried her face in his chest, trying to stop his suicidal thoughts.
"No, Hanhan, you're the best. In my heart, you're the most amazing. I'll learn to protect myself and take good care of you."
She leaned against his left atrium, listening to his steady heartbeat through his bathrobe.
After seven years, she finally heard his heartbeat again.
Every night before, he would hold her in his arms as she fell asleep.
She had long been used to falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, but in the past seven years, without him by her side, she would toss and turn for a long time at night before finally falling asleep.
Upon hearing the girl in his arms say this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Ye Minghan's deep eyes.
His hand, still holding the towel, was gently wiping her long hair.
Although the child is small, her hair is thick, black, and very smooth, making her irresistible to touch.
He placed his gaze, tinged with a hidden desire for control, on the top of her head and whispered:
"Will Yan Yan always stay by my side? If I never walk normally again, will Yan Yan really not mind?"
Upon hearing this, Hua Qingyan, who was gently clutching his bathrobe with her small hand, immediately raised her head and looked up at Young Master Ye, whose eyes had turned gray.
She raised her small hand to stroke his broken eyelashes, gently tracing his delicate eyebrows and eyes, her rosy lips slowly opening and closing:
"Hanhan, I will always be with you. No matter if you can recover, I will take care of you willingly."
In her previous life, he took meticulous care of her until his death; this time, it would be her turn to serve him.
Although she has always been the one being waited on and doesn't know how to do it, it doesn't matter, she can learn.
Her tone was very serious, and Ye Minghan could hear the earnestness in her voice.
But how could he bear to let her delicate, calloused hands do such lowly things?
He just wanted her promise.
She was still young, and he would instill in her the idea that she couldn't live without him every day.
At first sight, he knew she was the only reason he came into this world.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Yang's honest voice came from outside:
"Young master, dinner is ready."
Ye Minghan then put down the towel in his hand, spread his five fingers to form a comb, and helped her comb her slightly messy hair.
He lifted her back into the wheelchair, covered her from head to toe with the blanket again, suppressed all emotion on his face, and uttered a single, cold, and indifferent word:
"Enter."
The person, whose entire body was nestled in Ye Minghan's arms, heard the creak of the wooden door being pushed open and the sound of orderly footsteps.
They placed all the dishes on the table in the separate room, then retreated in an orderly fashion without glancing at Ye Minghan.
The servants who had been living in the Ye family for a long time all knew that their young master Ye disliked anyone looking directly at his face, and he did not allow anyone to disturb him, even when he was bathing or eating.
How did he manage to take a bath all by himself, given his limited mobility?
This is known only to Heaven, Earth, and their few remaining acquaintances.
As servants, they could only obey orders.
Even Yang, the adjutant who had been by Commander Ye's side for many years, was treated as a servant in front of Young Master Ye.
It was the chilling aura emanating from their young master that made no one dare to act recklessly in front of him.
If you make a small mistake in front of Commander Ye, you can still beg for forgiveness.
In front of Young Master Ye?
Don't even mention that if there's no chance to beg for mercy or to prevent harm to your family, you should be burning incense and praying to Buddha.
Therefore, within the entire Ye family and the Dark Night Legion, Young Master Ye's words carried more weight than those of Commander Ye.
It wasn't that Commander Ye lacked authority; it was simply that they were terrified whenever they saw Young Master Ye in his wheelchair.
I vaguely remember seven years ago, when their young master was seven years old.
Despite his inability to walk, he managed to shoot twenty prisoners in quick succession while riding on horseback at high speed!
Still hitting the bullseye every time!
Not a single shot was a miss!
From then on, everyone in the legion revered him as a young sharpshooter, secretly hating that fate had taken away his legs.
If his legs were like those of an ordinary person, he would surely be able to reclaim the world in no time.
The more the servants thought about it, the more cautious they became.
Even Yang, the adjutant standing to the side, was trembling with fear, feeling a chill creep up from his athlete's foot.
His back wound was still burning, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.
He always had a feeling that if he stayed any longer, his back would be torn open again.
After the servants had set out all the plates, he immediately went behind Ye Minghan, placed his hands on the wheelchair handles, pushed his young master to the dining table, and then bowed respectfully, saying:
"Young master, please have your meal."
After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to linger for a moment. He immediately turned around and left, closing the door quietly behind him.
After the door closed, the girl, who was covered by a blanket, immediately lifted it and looked at the dining table that was filled with the rich aroma of food.
When she saw those exquisite dishes, she almost burst into tears.
For seven whole years, she had never seen such a delicious and visually appealing dish.
It's not that her parents' cooking was bad or anything, but being at the bottom of society, being able to eat their fill was already a blessing, let alone daring to ask for variety or deliciousness in the dishes.
Seeing the burning gaze in the woman's eyes, Ye Minghan knew that she hadn't been eating well before.
My heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.
His girl was born to enjoy a life of fine silks and luxurious food, not to grow up in a poor farming family with bare walls.
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