Can't Take My Eyes Off You

He was scared that if he saw Jiang Yao dying on the hospital bed, he would feel sad for her. His heart ached so badly that he considered shooting himself.

He was even more concerned that he would be met with her unpleasant and dismissive glance when she awoke.

He had been tormenting himself for the whole night. He even reasoned that it would be better if he fled to his death. What right did he have to survive if he was so ineffective?

"Am I injured, deformed, and unattractive? Or am I paralyzed? Is that why you no longer desire me?" Jiang Yao made a faint pout. Her eyes were damp from tears as she gazed at him, ranting about how he did not stay by her side as she slept.

"I expected you to be the first person I saw when I awoke. But you went for a run instead!" Jiang Yao was like a little girl who was causing havoc for no apparent cause. She would have flipped over and hit the back of Lu Xingzhi's head if it had not been for the ache in her body.

She knew he was punishing himself by jogging all night because of the sorrow and self-hate in his heart and that he was employing such a strategy to clear his thoughts, but she feigned not to know that.

Lu Xingzhi finally recovered his voice. "No, my Yaoyao is gorgeous, no matter what."

His heart was pounding in his chest. She might still be coquettish and even throw tantrums at him. She did not despise him, and she did not loathe him either.

"I am sorry, Yaoyao..."

Lu Xingzhi drew her into his arms and took her hand in his palm. "There will not be a next time. I was so terrified that I thought I might have a heart attack."

"I see that your heart is fine. Zhou Weiqi said that you ran for seven hours without stopping, and the rain did not stop either. You're pretty good! Are you planning to take advantage of my illness to show off your charm and physical strength in front of those young nurses and then hook up with a new wife?"

"I saw you lying there with blood all over your body, and your eyes closed like a dead puppet. At the time, I despised myself and despised you.

"If you get a cold, don't come to me and beg for medicine! Look at what you can accomplish—run for seven hours! I would not have endangered my life operating on you at Jindo City Hospital if I had known sooner. I would have just let you whimper in pain! It keeps you from neglecting your own body! Sacrificing oneself is more preferable to rushing to your death!"

"Thank goodness you're fine." He covered her hand in his palms and placed it on his cheek like a child.

Jiang Yao felt the warmth in her hand.

Was he sobbing?

Jiang Yao's reprimand came to an abrupt halt. She could not utter those words as she listened to him.

Her heart was moved. In a moment, an enormous emotion overtook her, and she swallowed all of her feelings.

He had punished himself fiercely only because she had been harmed. He ran for seven hours without thinking about his life. He hid his face in her palm and sobbed silently because she awoke.

He was Lu Xingzhi—it was impossible to harden her heart to him. He always knew how to ease her heart or make it hurt.

She touched his face tenderly with her other hand—gently, thoughtfully, and with a sense of importance.

She stopped scolding him. She moved her hand to gently wipe the corner of his eyes as he slowly raised his head from her palm and murmured, "Hug me."