V113

  "It's beyond my expectation, seeing you like this, yet you didn't shed a single tear."

  "Why don't you speak?"

  “……”

  "I am not his girlfriend."

  Vin was even more perplexed, "If they're not boyfriend and girlfriend, then how?"

  "I am his wife."

  A pair of peach blossom eyes stared wide.

  Nie Zhiyan looked at Lu Yiheng sitting in a wheelchair and fading into the distance, asking Vin: "He can't see me anymore, right?"

  "He can't walk anymore, is he?"

  “……”

  "It's okay," she rubbed her own face, as if speaking to him, yet seemingly talking to herself, "It's okay, he can't see anymore, I can be his eyes, he can't walk anymore, I can be his legs, it's okay."

  "After the car accident, a blood clot formed in his brain, pressing on the optic nerve, causing his vision to severely deteriorate, and he could only see blurry shadows. In this situation, surgery is impossible."

  "It's okay."

  "Are you sure?" Vin said, as if he wanted to pierce her heart, deliberately choosing words that would make people collapse. "However, the most seriously injured is his leg. Miss Nian, you need to be mentally prepared. He may be disabled for life. Even so, it doesn't matter?"

  She suddenly turned around, and the light in her eyes was like an ice arrow, Vin's heart skipped a beat under that gaze.

  Nie Zhiyan said coldly: "Vin, my husband, won't like others talking about him like that."

  "Thank you, don't tell him."

  "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

  On his wheelchair, Lu Yiheng slowly opened his tightly closed eyes and looked for that blurry shadow, asking: "You're not the nurse from yesterday?"

  "Yes," she replied in a low voice, "the nurse who was on duty yesterday was suddenly transferred and I took over."

  She handed him the medicine and said, "Sir, take your medicine first."

  A dozen or so white pills, just looking at them makes one feel nauseous. She had always hated injections, taking medicine and staying in hospitals the most in her life, yet somehow she couldn't seem to cut ties with hospitals.

  I dislike the taste of disinfectant.

  Holding the pill in his hand, Lu Yiheng looked up, and for a moment, his eyes were dazed.

  "Your voice..."

  "Huh?"

  He smiled silently and said with some helplessness: "Your voice is very similar to someone I know."

  "... alone?" She put the water cup back in its place and looked at his unfocused eyes without speaking again.

  The air suddenly became quiet, and in the stillness of the sickroom, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, faintly, heavily.

  "What should I call you?"

  "She said coldly, 'It's often said that Mr. is a man of few words, but it seems someone has misunderstood him. Is Mr. certain he isn't the kind of playboy who flirts with nurses? Since you can't see me, there's no need to say I look like anyone, and yet you say my voice sounds like hers.'"

  "Although the teacher speaks English very well, he occasionally uses American pronunciation and is not someone who has lived in Britain for many years. It's amazing that among all the people he's met, he can still tell that my voice sounds like yours... it's really... " She gritted her teeth, " speechless."

  Lu Yiheng was taken aback for a moment, "You still haven't told me what to call you."

  “……”

  "Say," she said, "Miss Say."

  Word.

  "I want to go out and get some fresh air, push me out."

  She gazed out of the window, it was foggy this morning, and the air outside was very humid. She said expressionlessly: "It's cold outside."

  "It's okay, I want to go out."

  She turned around and took out a scarf and hat from the storage cabinet and put them on him one by one, "This is what Vin instructed, can't catch a cold."