His actions moved her more than all the material sacrifices he had made. This man was the hero in her heart—at least, from this mont on, he was.
She suddenly paused. She saw the wrinkles on his forehead.
Unbelievable. How did this guy get wrinkles? How had I not noticed them before? Did they suddenly appear overnight?
She gently extended her hand, her touch very light as she stroked those few wrinkles, attempting to smooth them out. He was still fast asleep. Only when he slightly turned his body did his arm habitually bend, gently holding her close.
In the past, he often went out, and I had always thought he was out partying and carousing. It wasn’t until later that I realized he was extrely busy. A man that busy couldn’t possibly have countless won, nor would he have the energy for them. But still, this guy was definitely no saint.
Yan Xixi sighed silently, tiptoed off the bed, and closed all the curtains to dim the light.
She took a few steps and stretched her limbs. After a night’s sleep, the pain had subsided sowhat. She looked down and suddenly felt strange. It took her a mont to realize: These minor injuries are nothing serious. If this had happened before, I’d be up and about by now. Instead, here I am, being overly cautious and lodramatic.
That’s just the way people are. When no one pities you, you get used to anything; but when soone cares for you, you beco delicate and precious.
She chuckled to herself and walked out the door. I should prepare sothing delicious, so when he wakes up, we can have brunch together.
When she reached the kitchen, she paused for a mont. The dining table was already laden with an abundant spread of side dishes and all sorts of congee she usually liked.
The housekeeper said very politely, "Miss Yan, if you’re hungry, please eat sothing first. I’m preparing lunch. The Young Master ntioned you have a special liking for black-boned chicken. See, I already have the soup simring. It will be perfect for lunch."
She was starving, so she didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down, imdiately starting to wolf down the food. The side dishes were exquisite, the fruit was delicious, and there was even steaming hot coffee.
Once she had eaten her fill, she suddenly had a strange feeling: It’s just like when I was living in the hotel before. Whatever I wanted, whatever I craved to eat, it would be there when I opened my eyes, without even having to ask. In fact, ever since I started preparing for Harvard, soone else had been responsible for the housekeeping. It was only after the exams, when I wanted to stretch my legs and practice my skills, that I gave the housekeeper a long vacation. But as soon as the accident happened, Wan Donglin had imdiately summoned her back.
She started to laugh. The laughter ca from deep within her heart. To be constantly taken care of like this, cherished, and ticulously served... it felt as if no storm in the world could ever touch . I had completely forgotten Wan Donglin’s repeated admonitions: "Never lose the ability and courage to live independently, no matter the circumstances." I hadn’t even considered: what would I do if I lost all this and was forced back to how things were before? That’s impossible. My big lug... he’d always be there, wouldn’t he?
She cheerfully went to the kitchen and volunteered, "I’ll cook lunch today. I’ll make a few dishes."
I absolutely have to make so fantastic dishes to really dazzle my big lug! I want to make grilled lamb chops... because my big lug really loved them.
"Alright. Just tell what you want to make, and I’ll do it, Miss Yan. You go and get so proper rest."
"I’m not tired at all."
"But you’re injured."
"This injury is nothing."
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