But the scent emanating from that woman, like a faint candle flame, rekindled his desire to live.
It was only for a moment.
But that feeling of being healed lingered in my mind.
It seemed to be whispering to him, perhaps...
Perhaps there is a possibility of recovery?
No.
Fu Yinzhou clenched his fists.
My fingernails dug into my palm, and the pain served as a reminder not to hold onto any hope.
Haven't we been scammed badly enough?
Besides Zhizhi, who else in this world would genuinely want to save him?
The person they wanted to save was not Fu Yinzhou.
Rather, it is the fame, fortune, and desires that are carried under the name Fu Yinzhou.
She was the same.
Fu Yinzhou looked at the tightly closed door.
A cold, frosty aura returned to the area beneath her eyes.
He turned his wheelchair around, turned his back, and, amidst the faint sound of the wheels, once again drove into his own darkness.
...
downstairs.
The maids surrounded Shen Zhiyi, who was sitting on the sofa, chattering amongst themselves like gossipy birds.
"You just said that the young master agreed to let you stay because he smelled your scent?"
Shen Zhiyi accepted the tea they offered, took a sip silently, and nodded.
"Good heavens, isn't this the walking pill?"
"So, does that mean that from now on, when the young master has an attack, he won't need to take medicine anymore; he can just smell you?"
Shen Zhiyi shook her head. "I'm not sure either."
A curious maid came over and said, "Let me smell it, what does it smell like?"
She pulled on Shen Zhiyi's arm and sniffed it.
"Let me smell it too."
Several furry heads came closer.
Shen Zhiyi smiled and dodged.
"Don't do that, it's itchy."
The maids were stunned when they saw her smile.
After regaining their senses, everyone's face was flushed, and they all sighed inwardly.
So beautiful, and so fragrant...
If they were young masters, they would be cured too.
"Whether it will work or not, we'll only know when the young master has another attack," the butler said as he approached. "However, persuading the young master to seek treatment won't be so easy."
"We need to give him a glimmer of hope first."
Shen Zhiyi put down her teacup.
"I have a way."
"As long as he can regain some feeling in his leg, even just a little bit, I believe he will rekindle his hope."
"What method?" Several heads turned around in unison and asked.
Shen Zhiyi smiled and looked up at the butler.
"Massage." She paused, blinked, "and a little stimulating."
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