The butler's pupils trembled.
Young Master means... to keep her?
He looked at Shen Zhiyi’s back as she walked slowly down the stairs and took a breath.
It's really weird.
*
inside the house.
Fu Yinzhou stared at his legs, the scene he had just seen flashing through his mind.
He closed his eyes tightly.
This woman... must have done it on purpose!
He had lost all feeling in his legs long ago, yet she was so bold as to ask him if it hurt.
Are you deliberately mocking him?
Oh.
He gritted his teeth, thinking about something, his eyes suddenly became deep and dark.
He thought that he had become a useless person long ago.
I've tried so many methods over the years with these legs, but there's been no improvement.
He had long lost hope.
I am deeply disgusted with all treatments.
No matter how wonderful the words are, no matter how high the hope of recovery seems, as long as you try, the final result will be disappointment.
What is even more unbearable than this pair of broken legs is the pain of having hope ignited only to be extinguished again.
The ashe-like despair made him feel as if he had an illusion.
He seemed to follow the useless and foolish advice of others, tearing his own life apart again and again, and then throwing it into the dark well with his own hands.
The pain of treatment, the pain of failure... everything was gnawing at him alone.
That's it.
Why not stay in the well forever?
Now, he was so used to all this darkness that he even forgot whether he was dead or not.
But the scent of that woman, like a dim candle flame, rekindled his desire for life.
Just a breath.
But the feeling of being healed has always lingered in my mind.
As if telling him quietly, maybe...
Maybe there is a possibility of recovery?
No.
Fu Yinzhou clenched his finger bones.
I dug my nails into my palms, using the pain to remind myself not to hold on to hope.
Isn’t being cheated bad enough?
Besides Zhizhi, who else in this world would truly want to save him?
The person they want to save is not Fu Yinzhou.
This is the fame and desire carried by the name Fu Yinzhou.
The same goes for her.
Fu Yinzhou looked at the closed door.
There was a heavy, cold frost under the eyes.
He turned his wheelchair, turned his back, and with the subtle sound of wheels, he drove into his own darkness again.
…
downstairs.
The maids gathered around Shen Zhiyi, who was sitting on the sofa, like gossipy birds, chattering and talking.
"You just said that the young master smelled the scent on you and wanted you to stay?"
Shen Zhiyi took the tea they handed over, drank it silently, and nodded.
"Oh my god, isn't this the Xingqi Pill?"
"So, from now on, when the young master gets sick, he won't need to take medicine. He just needs to smell you."
Shen Zhiyi shook his head, “I’m not sure about that either.”
A curious maid came over and said, "Let me smell it and see what it smells like."
She pulled Shen Zhiyi’s arm and sniffed it.
"Let me smell it too."
Several furry heads came up.
Shen Zhiyi dodged with a smile.
"Don't do that, it's itchy."
When the maids saw her smile, they were all stunned.
After coming back to their senses, everyone's face was flushed, and they all sighed in their hearts.
So beautiful, and so fragrant...
If they were young masters, they would also be punished.
"Whether it's effective or not, we'll have to wait until the next time the young master gets sick to know." The housekeeper came over and said, "However, it won't be easy to persuade the young master to seek treatment."
"We have to give him some hope first."
Shen Zhiyi put down the teacup.
"I have a plan."
"As long as he can regain some feeling in his legs, even just a little bit, I believe he will rekindle hope."
"What solution?" Several heads turned around and asked.
Shen Zhiyi smiled and looked up at the housekeeper.
"Massage." She paused and blinked, "and a little stimulation."
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