Chapter 217
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Huo Yanqing furrowed his brows slightly. "So you're doing this to return the favor?"
Shuxin could sense the displeasure in Huo Yanqing's words. She recalled that Huo Yanqing had said that they were friends. Shouldn't friends be so calculative?
"No." Shuxin knew what was good for her and denied it. "I'm just worried about Fifth Uncle."
Huo Yanqing's lips curved into a faint smile. "At least you still have some conscience."
Huo Yanqing did not say anything along the way. He had been forcing himself to visit Shuxin. Knowing that she was fine, he relaxed and entered a drowsy state.
It was already one o 'clock in the morning when they returned to the hotel Huo Yanqing was staying at.
Huo Yanqing fell asleep as soon as he returned home. Shuxin removed the thick smoky makeup on her face before she took a quick shower and changed into her own clothes. Then she went to the bedside and massaged Huo Yanqing's head.
After about half an hour, Shuxin stopped and went into the bathroom to get a basin of cold water. She soaked a towel, wrung it out slightly, folded it neatly and placed it on his burning forehead.
When one towel was hot, she changed to another one that was cold.
She repeated this process repeatedly.
Every once in a while, Shuxin would wipe Huo Yanqing's palms with a wet towel.
His fingers were long and slender with well-defined joints. There were rough calluses on his palms and between his thumb and forefinger, which were probably caused by training or holding a gun.
It was this pair of hands that made her feel strangely at ease when he held them.
When she was free, Shuxin would quietly stare at Huo Yanqing in a daze. She only dared to look at him so brazenly when he was asleep.
His facial features were well-defined, and his eyebrows were long and dark. Under his long, curly eyelashes, a pair of calm eyes were slightly closed. His nose bridge was high and well-defined, and his thin lips had a hint of coldness to them.
When he was asleep, he lacked his usual coldness and had a hint of gentleness.
Shuxin's heart would lose its usual rhythm when she looked at him like this.
This was probably what it meant to be moved.
The night was long. Shuxin didn't know when she fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from her hand. Shuxin opened her eyes in pain and saw that her hand was tightly held by Huo Yanqing.
The man's eyes were closed, and the veins on the back of his hand were protruding because he had used too much force. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his jawline was tense. The space between his brows was shrouded in intense pain.
'Every night in my dreams, I dream of deafening explosions and bloody scenes of explosions.'
The words that Huo Yanqing had once said suddenly jumped into Shuxin's mind. Her heart felt as if it had been violently squeezed by someone, and she felt a dull pain.
He must be experiencing the cruel scene of his loved ones leaving him in his sleep, right?
That was why he, who had always been as calm as a mountain, was in so much pain.
He tightened his grip on her hand, and the pain came continuously. Her hand felt as if it was about to be crushed by him. However, Shuxin didn't move, because the dense needle-like pain in her heart was even worse than the pain in her hand.
Shuxin got up and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand that wasn't held by him slowly reached out to his face. Her slender fingers curled in the air for a moment, and after she released them, her fingers fell on his tightly knitted brows.
She gently caressed them and said softly, "Fifth Uncle, your loved ones protected you at a critical moment because they wanted you to live well, and not torture yourself like this. It's all in the past. You should try to let it go slowly."
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