Back Then, I Adored You

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

As the rain became heavier and his injuries began to hurt again, Gu Yusheng’s consciousness grew more and more confused, and he gradually lost sight of the road ahead.

He struggled to keep his spirits up and his eyes open wide, trying to keep an eye on the passers-by as he drove onward.

He felt like he had driven half a mile, or maybe only a few hundred feet when his legs felt so weak that he couldn’t even stamp on the accelerator.

His breathing became more and more laborious, and his eyelids continued to droop. He knew that he could no longer stay awake. Before falling into a coma, with the last of his consciousness, he drove the car to the side of the road, then slammed on the brakes. The car stopped askew, and he laid his head on the steering wheel, motionless.

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When Gu Yusheng woke up, it was still dark. He opened his eyes, seeing a familiar dim light.

Although he didn’t look around, he knew that he was lying in the master bedroom of his villa.

He still had a fever, but his body temperature wasn’t as high. Tired and feeble, he laid in bed for a long time, but failed to turn over.

He was hooked up to an IV. There was only a small amount of liquid left in the bag, slowly flowing along the thin tube into his veins.

He laid down for a while and closed his eyes, but didn’t fall asleep. His brain was completely blank. He didn’t think of anything.

After some time, the door to the master bedroom door was pushed open, followed by the sound of steady footsteps, which then stopped by his bedside.

He knew it wasn’t the housekeeper, but he didn’t open his eyes to check.

After about a minute, the needle was pulled out of his wrist, then someone pressed a cotton ball onto the pinprick on his hand.

He could tell who that touch belonged to. The person next to him was Lu Bancheng.

By the time Lu Bancheng took away the cotton ball, Gu Yusheng slowly opened his eyes.

Lu Bancheng stood with his back to him, throwing the cotton ball into the trash can without noticing he had woken up.

Gu Yusheng didn’t make a sound. He struggled to raise his arms, putting his hands on the bed to support himself enough to sit up.

Lu Bancheng, who hadn’t been facing him, noticed the movement, turned his head and looked at him, saying, “Are you awake?”

Gu Yusheng didn’t speak, only moved back a little, leaning against the bedside.

Lu Bancheng took the thermometer from the nightstand and brought it to Gu Yusheng’s mouth. “Let me take your temperature.”

Gu Yusheng opened his mouth without saying anything, obediently holding the thermometer in his mouth.

“The housekeeper made you some porridge. I’ll go get a bowl of it for you,” said Lu Bancheng.

Gu Yusheng still had no reaction at all.

Without saying more, Lu Bancheng turned around and left the master bedroom.

When he came back with a bowl of porridge, Gu Yusheng had gotten out of bed and was sitting on the sofa in his pajamas, staring at a basin of green plants in the corner.

“Why did you get up?” asked Lu Bancheng as he put the porridge in front of Gu Yusheng. He went to the bed, took the thermometer that Gu Yusheng had just had in his mouth, and took a look at the temperature, saying, “One-hundred and four degrees. You still have a fever. You have to let Dr. Xia come here tomorrow.”

Still, Gu Yusheng was silent.

Lu Bancheng put down the thermometer and looked up at Gu Yusheng, only to find that he was still in the same position as he had been when he entered the room.

He stood in place for a moment, then stepped up and sat down on the sofa in front of Gu Yusheng, continuing, “You haven’t eaten anything in a day. At least eat something now. ”

Gu remained silent.

“You still have a fever now, and the injuries on your body became infected when you went out in the rain last night. If you don’t eat, how can you recover?”