nucmednet Chapter 239 The Injury on the Left Hand
Chapter 239 The Injury on the Left Hand
It was the first time I'd been this close. I saw a turbulent undercurrent in those calm eyes. The person I'd been longing for was right in front of me, and my heart started racing uncontrollably.
Ji Yu'an looked at her face cautiously, afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear in front of him.
He sat up straight, raised his hand and gently put his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against his shoulder.
Her long, black hair fell down, and he couldn't help but play with it with his fingers. His long, slender fingers, like white jade, wrapped her hair into a circle, like putting a dark ring on his finger, or like a black "red rope" wrapped around his finger, making him willingly bound and letting her lead him.
"I belong to you, baby."
He loosened her hair, slowly slipped his fingers through the gaps between her fingers, gathered her soft, boneless palm, and held her hand tightly.
This is what Jiang Zhouzhou saw when she woke up.
She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands intertwined with his, inseparable.
She had just woken up and her mind immediately cleared. She was so frightened that she quickly let go of his hand.
The man beside her was awakened by her actions and slowly opened his eyes: "What's wrong? Baby... Zhouzhou."
Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."
Calling it that way is even weirder! And a little embarrassing!
"It's alright, do you want to rest a bit more? We're still some distance from our destination."
Jiang Zhouzhou subtly shifted her position, keeping a slight distance from him.
I glanced out the car window. The sky, which had been relatively clear in the morning, was showing signs of turning cloudy. The branches of the trees along the road swayed in the wind, and withered yellow leaves fluttered down.
After late autumn comes winter, and she doesn't like winter.
Ji Yu'an's gaze followed her to the window, and he replied in his voice, "I'm not going to sleep. I want to talk to you."
Despite this, the two remained silent.
Jiang Zhouzhou felt that the man in front of her must have many stories.
Why did they suddenly disappear?
What illness has afflicted my body?
Why do I live with my maternal grandfather?
And...when exactly did they meet?
It's best not to voice every question directly, since everyone has their own privacy.
Some privacy is like a scar; the surface may have healed, but when you peel back that ugly scar, you find raw, bleeding flesh underneath.
However, thinking of his slightly stiff left hand when he played the piano, Jiang Zhouzhou asked softly, "Can I see your left hand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhouzhou saw his left hand hanging down on his lap and instinctively flinched.
He quickly shook his head: "I'm not watching."
But Ji Yu'an's left hand was already outstretched in front of her: "See! You don't need to be so polite to me. No matter what you say, I won't refuse your request."
His obedient and compliant tone made him seem more like a well-behaved Samoyed.
It's as if he would obediently raise his paw when his owner says "shake hands".
Completely different from the unruly husky next door!
Jiang Zhouzhou's gaze fell on his left hand. His hand was exceptionally beautiful; it was the most beautiful hand she had ever seen.
His porcelain-like skin made his hands look like a perfect work of art, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and even the veins on the back of his hands resembled delicate patterns on porcelain. However... when you saw his palm, this perfect porcelain instantly revealed its flaws.
At the base of the thumb, a light-colored scar runs through the center of the wrist, resembling a hideous crack. Even with advanced repair techniques, it cannot restore its original perfection.
Jiang Zhouzhou's eyelashes trembled. Was this injury affecting his left hand?
"It must have hurt a lot back then!"
Such a deep scar probably broke the bone.
Ji Yu'an clenched his left hand, covering the scar on his palm: "It's all healed, Zhouzhou, don't worry."
Not knowing why he was injured, Jiang Zhouzhou said softly, "Take good care of yourself!"
The car started to bump a bit, and by the time we arrived at our destination, it was completely dark. Thick, dark clouds covered the sky, and a heavy rain was about to begin.
A quaint and ancient mansion sits before you. Even before you get very close, you can see the red-painted wooden door exuding an old and worn aura in the shadows.
Looking at the house in front of her, Jiang Zhouzhou couldn't help but think of some scenes from horror movies, and a sense of dread arose inexplicably.
"We've arrived. You should head back now! The weather's been bad lately, so please take care of yourself."
Having safely delivered the person to their doorstep, Jiang Zhouzhou felt that her mission was complete.
After all, the person in front of her looked extremely weak, and she was genuinely afraid that something might happen to him halfway through.
Ji Yu'an looked at her: "Zhouzhou, would you like to come in and sit down? I'm so grateful to you for helping me get back today! And it's going to rain soon, I'm worried about you going back alone as a girl. I'll arrange a driver to take you after the rain stops."
Jiang Zhouzhou was really hesitant to go into this house; the strong winds, torrential rain, deep mountains, old house...
Beside them was a man with a pale, ghostly face.
All the elements of horror came together at this moment.
"No..."
He was about to say no.
A bolt of lightning tore through the thick, dark clouds, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The slender figure inside the car jumped in fright, his face instantly turning even paler than the man beside him.