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Wen Yanqing slowly raised his hand and embraced her.

Her body shook with sobs, crying so softly, yet the tears kept falling, breaking Wen Yanqing’s heart almost to pieces.

Wen Yanqing caressed her face, wiping her tears away bit by bit.

The fingers he touched her face with were trembling, burned by the tears, piercing his heart with pain.

The wind picked up, and a drizzle fell on their faces. Wen Yanqing hoarsely asked in her ear, “Do you think it’s going to rain? Shall we go back?”

Lin Gantang’s eyes and nose were red from crying.

She was still sobbing, and with tear-blurred eyes, she gently took his hand.

Lin Gantang was saddened by his thoughts of separation yet distressed over his worsening condition.

He was blind, and Lin Gantang finally realized that he hadn’t intended to use her mouthwash cup in the bathroom; he was afraid she would discover he couldn’t see. It wasn’t drowsiness that made him bump into the suitcase upon waking up; it was that he could no longer see anything in his eyes.

Holding his hand, Lin Gantang walked more carefully than ever before.

She knew Wen Yanqing wanted to plan ahead for her, to lay out her future path, but without him, all of that was meaningless to her.

He loved her, so her joy and sorrow belonged to her; he loved her, thus he always considered her first.

Underneath his heart-wrenching actions was an ultimate tenderness.

So she was angry with him but could not bear to scold him, she was heartbroken but could not bear to blame him.

Passing through the living room on their way back, Wen Rendong looked up to see Lin Gantang’s red eyes, stunned, and subconsciously looked towards Wen Yanqing.

He wanted to ask if they had argued, but seeing that their hands were intertwined, it didn’t seem like they were in a quarrel, so he swallowed his words, watching them head upstairs.

“What’s going on with them?” Wen Rendong asked Aunt Zhong, who came out from the kitchen.

Aunt Zhong wasn’t sure either: “Miss Lin said she was going to serve afternoon tea to Sir and his friend. She was fine when she left.”

Unable to get to the bottom of it, Wen Rendong could only give up. He handed the tickets to her: “Give these concert tickets to them for me. I have to step out, and I won’t be back until tomorrow morning. If Yanqing asks, just tell him that.”

“All right,” Aunt Zhong took the tickets.

When Aunt Zhong brought them up, Lin Gantang said thank you and took them, then casually placed them on the table, pressing them down with a notebook.

She asked Wen Yanqing, “Did you get any medicine when you saw the doctor?”

“Yes, it’s in the study drawer.”

Lin Gantang went to get it and found that he had quietly switched the medicine box, afraid that she would detect something was off.

Holding the medicine in her hand, she truly felt both frustrated and helpless.

She brought the medicine over, prepared a cup of warm water, “Take your medicine. In a few days, we’ll go for another check-up. We’ll find the best doctor, or even go abroad to see. We are sure to find a way.”

Wen Yanqing opened his mouth and finally said in a low voice, “All right.”

Perhaps there was a sedative component in the medicine, because that night, after Wen Yanqing lay back in bed and bade goodnight, he fell asleep soon after closing his eyes.

Lin Gantang watched as he secretly clutched the corner of her nightgown under the blanket, as if he feared she would leave.

This was his most genuine reaction, hidden underneath, not daring to be declared, yet he deeply cherished her and was simply reluctant to voice it out loud.

The night deepened, and Lin Gantang watched the man sleeping beside her, lifted up his slightly curled hair, touched the spot on his head where he had been injured, and bent over with heartfelt pity, kissing him softly.

This was the wound he sustained while saving her.

She was a bit greedy. She hoped that such a wonderful Wen Yanqing could be treated gently by the world, that the scares he couldn’t avoid were merely false alarms, and that the joy he received was never hollow.