"Honey, be good, don’t run around... I’ll get better soon... once I’m better, I’ll get up and cook for you... for now, just stay with ..." he murmured, kissing her tenderly, holding her tightly.
Leah Thorne really stopped moving. She closed her eyes and went to sleep with him, and only when she heard his steady breathing did she sit up.
The man’s body was too hot, so she went to the bathroom, got a warm, damp towel, and placed it on his forehead.
Sitting for a while, Leah Thorne still stood up. She grabbed her bag and left the villa.
...
Walking down the street, Leah Thorne found a large supermarket and went in. She picked so fruits and vegetables, planning to steam a pear with rock sugar for him at noon, and make so light millet porridge.
He’s been doing these things recently, but today it’s her turn.
He took dicine, and the fever would go down, but his strength wouldn’t recover so quickly. How could he go without food?
Even though she’s not good at cooking, she can handle simple things like these.
At the checkout, Leah Thorne carried the bag out of the supermarket.
She wanted to return to the apartnt, but after a couple of steps, Leah Thorne stopped. She stood there, bewildered, not knowing where to go.
Trying to cross the traffic lights ahead, Leah Thorne didn’t recognize any familiar buildings. A girl was standing by the roadside on the phone, so she went forward and asked, "Excuse ..."
The girl stopped her call, "Big sister, what’s wrong? Are you lost?"
Leah Thorne looked stunned, was she lost?
Where did she want to go?
She couldn’t even rember the address of the villa.
"Big sister, you look so pale, are you feeling unwell? Why didn’t you co out with your family? Where’s your phone, you can call them."
Yes, with a reminder, Leah Thorne realized she could make a call.
Excitedly, she searched her bag for her phone, but it wasn’t there. She hadn’t brought it with her.
"Big sister, did you not bring your phone? Here’s what you can do: give the phone number, and I’ll call for you."
"Okay." Leah Thorne thought that would work. She didn’t have her phone, but she rembered the phone number; her mouth opened, but nothing ca out because she couldn’t rember it.
Leah Thorne was completely stunned. She turned around, looking at the bustling city, full of cars and people, wondering why she felt so empty inside.
It seed like many years ago, she had been to a strange city, standing on the corner of its streets, night after night, hoping to spot a familiar face in the crowd, wishing to throw herself into his arms and confide how much she missed him.
Ti slipped away like fine sand through her fingers, and in the blink of an eye, she was back to square one, having lost that person in her heart, lost him.
The bag in her hand fell to the ground with a "clap." She slowly crouched down.
Where was she supposed to go?
Where was he?
Why had everything disappeared?
She wanted to go ho; she was so scared.
Truly, terribly scared.
The girl who was on the phone was frightened and quickly bent down to comfort her, "Big sister, what’s wrong? Tell if there’s anything, I can help you."
Leah Thorne’s eyes were red. Although she had been by Justin Xavier’s side all these years, her heart was restless, lost, and confused, so used to being alone.
Then, a voice ca from behind, "Leah Thorne?"
Leah Thorne trembled and slowly turned around.
It was Simon Ford.
"Simon Ford." She slowly stood up.
Simon Ford moved forward quickly, "Leah Thorne, what are you doing here? Have you been crying? Did Justin Xavier bully you?"
Leah Thorne wiped her tears with her hand, confusion in her eyes, "Justin Xavier? Who is Justin Xavier?"
Simon Ford imdiately understood; she was not fully recovered and had forgotten Justin Xavier.
"Leah Thorne, what are you doing now? Why are you crying?"
"Because I seem to have lost soone, and I forgot the way ho."
Simon Ford slowly revealed a self-mocking smile. Even if she had forgotten Justin Xavier, he still lived in her heart, never fading away.
"Okay," Simon Ford nodded, smiling, "Leah Thorne, if you’ve forgotten so many people, why do you still rember ?"
Leah Thorne curved her lips slightly, speaking earnestly, "Simon Ford, I always rembered you as my good friend."
Simon Ford suddenly felt relieved. His father was about to take him and his sister away, and this was the last ti he’d see Leah Thorne.
"Leah, can I hug you?" Simon Ford reached out.
Leah Thorne looked at him but didn’t move.
Simon Ford approached on his own, gently wrapping his arms around her and softly sighed, "Leah, I t you first, while Justin Xavier ca later. But I was too late, and that’s a lifeti lost, so I accept my defeat voluntarily."
Leah Thorne didn’t understand what he was saying, but she already sensed Simon Ford’s farewell sadness, so she extended her small hand to pat his back.
Then, an anxious, disordered shout sounded by her ear, "Leah Thorne!"
Leah Thorne turned her head at the sound.
Justin Xavier ca, hastily running over from across the street. He still wore a light gray V-neck sweater with black trousers and deep blue fabric slippers. Gripping his phone, he rushed over quickly.
He stood in front of her, his chest heaving, his eyes tinged with redness, either from high fever or frenzy, his forehead bangs softly fluttering in the wind, his illness lending him a more distinguished, frail allure. His expression was tense.
"Leah Thorne!" Justin Xavier grabbed hold of her slender arm, pulling her out of Simon Ford’s embrace.
Leah Thorne lost her balance and crashed into his chest. Seeing his livid expression, she got a little scared and looked at him timidly, "Are... are you mad at ?"
Justin Xavier struggled to suppress his temper and not yell at her, closing his eyes, kissing her forehead frantically, "Honey, I wasn’t yelling at you. Where did you go? I thought I couldn’t find you. Don’t do this again, okay? I can’t take it. I thought I couldn’t find you."
He truly couldn’t take it. A mont ago, he almost went crazy.
He opened his eyes in the apartnt, but she was gone. He went downstairs to find her, but she disappeared, so he hurriedly chased after her.
He searched along several streets, for nearly an hour; there were so many people, and initially, none of them looked like her. Gradually, everyone started to look like her.
He was really about to go mad. What would he do if he couldn’t find her?
He wouldn’t survive.
He would die.
Leah Thorne breathed in his clean, familiar scent, her small hand slowly reaching out to clutch the sweater at his waist. It felt so good, so right.
When she first saw him a mont ago, she felt full inside; the man she missed, loved, and wanted so much was finally here.
"I’m sorry, I won’t dare to do it again..." she obediently confessed in his arms.
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