Yinmi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Her bedroom was next to Ru Ru, and the guest room pointed out to him was opposite her bedroom.
The bed was facing the door. Otoya turned off the lights before falling asleep. She stood up and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside. It had been two hours. Every once in a while, she would stand up unexpectedly and look at the door.
In the corridor, there is only a wall lamp with insufficient light at the entrance of the stairs. Otomi kept it specially, but until now, there is no light in the crack of the bedroom door.
His room was directly opposite hers. If he went upstairs and opened the door, he would definitely turn on the light. Once he turned on the light, the light would spill out and flow into the crack of her door.
But no.
She didn't know what he was doing downstairs, or what he was worried about, let alone why she was so upset.
She put the quilt over her head and covered her head. Probably because the alcohol in her body had not completely dissolved, she fell asleep quickly.
This night was destined to be difficult for Fu Lingzhi. In order to get out of the Fu family and fall out with the old man, he had been fighting, going on a hunger strike, not sleeping, and practicing walking day and night.
Of course, he was anorexic, but he was indeed hungry, but he really couldn't praise the so-called delicious food in Zurich. Out of politeness, he felt embarrassed and had to pretend to gobble it up.
Now I suffer.
His left leg still hurt, and he didn't roll up his pants to take a look. Anyway, it must be terrible. I remember when he practiced walking for the first time in the hospital, the pain of thousands of needles piercing his heart almost made him give up on survival.
He thought that the recovery process was long and boring, and he was impatient. He had to work harder, but the result was that he could walk again, but his legs were left with more and more serious sequelae. All he could think about all the time was
Meet her, meet their daughter.
He sat on the bathroom floor with his left leg straight and his right leg bent. Bai Sensen's hands gripped the edge of the toilet tightly. This was the fourth time. In fact, except for the acid water in his stomach, he could no longer vomit anything.
But it was still terribly uncomfortable.
After sitting for a long time, he tried to stand up by climbing on the edge of the bathtub. The floor was frosted, probably because he was afraid that the girl would fall. It was used to prevent slipping, and the warm light illuminated his entire field of vision. His left leg was rotating.
It is easy to become numb, and the process of numbness is complicated
It was very long. Fu Lingzhi could only rely on his slender but pitifully slender right leg to support the entire weight of his body. He jumped three steps, turned around, and reached the wall of the bathtub. He massaged the knee of his left leg up and down with his hands.
The numbness was relieved a lot very quickly.
He straightened his legs and stood up. It still hurt, but it was no longer numb. He moved out inch by inch.
After sleeping until four o'clock, Otoya woke up in a daze. Her stomach was burning and she was very thirsty. She went downstairs to the kitchen to find some water.
The living room was shrouded in darkness. When she reached the top of the stairs, a faint light came through. She walked along the light. The milky wall lamp at the entrance to the kitchen was still on, and there was no one in sight.
He should sleep.
With this in mind, she walked around the bar, and when she raised her eyes, her limbs stiffened for a moment. She was stunned, almost frightened.
He took off his thick black cotton pants, leaving only a pair of close-fitting light blue football pants. He has a slender right leg. Although pitifully thin, it is slender and arrogant. Such a leg can be worn with a Dior Homme suit.
Pants are definitely a fatal sight, but if you only have one such beautiful leg, it cannot be said to be beautiful.
He has a left leg, but it disappears from the knee down.
Otoya seemed very calm about his situation. She had already expected it when she listened to the attending doctor explain the condition in the hospital, but what could not calm her down was the amputation site of her left leg. The muscles were atrophied too much, and the sarcomas were one after another.
It grew like a bunch of grapes at the bottom, and blood was dripping there. The thick, yellow blood fell to the floor in big drops.
There was a blanket so he couldn't hear the sound. But wouldn't it hurt?
He stood upright, with his thin body supported entirely by his right leg. His white arm was holding the refrigerator door, bending slightly to take something from inside.
She had maintained this posture since just now, and the muscles on her right calf were twitching finely. She knew that he was aware of her presence.
But Fu Lingzhi, doesn't it hurt? How long do you plan to turn your back to her like this?
"What are you looking for? There is carrot juice, cheese, milk, water, beer, and bean juice in the refrigerator." She said softly to his back.
He paused, straightened his waist suddenly, turned around, and looked at her, his eyes were stagnant, and there was no expression on his face.
"Are you thirsty?" He asked her in a hoarse voice, mostly dark. Standing against the light, Otoya could clearly see the veins popping out of his temples. He had been standing for a long time.
Otoya shook her head reflexively. She couldn't go to the refrigerator now. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't go. "The security is not very good recently. I have the habit of coming down to take a look at it at night."
"Then you can go up and sleep now." His voice was always deep and dry, like the sound of a match scratching against the wall of a matchbox.
Otoya did not move, his eyes were bright and bold, moving down his body, Fu Lingzhi also looked down, frowning, "Sorry, I will clean it up."
She didn't listen, turned around and turned on the light in the living room, and found the first aid kit on the dining table. She sat down on the sofa, put the first aid kit on her knees, patted the place next to her with her right hand, and said, "Come here."
"I can handle it myself." He just didn't move, his face covered with sweat.
"Come here." She whispered softly.
Fu Lingzhi sighed, "Please help me get the prosthesis. It's under the cupboard next to your dining table."
"How did you get over it?" Otoya didn't mean to embarrass him. If he still wanted the upper part of his left leg, he shouldn't touch the prosthetic limb again.
"I jumped here, but I'm embarrassed to jump in front of you." He answered truthfully, but his profile became cold and hard. No man is willing to reveal any of his weaknesses in front of the woman he loves.
, that is impermissible cowardice, hurts self-esteem, and is as despairing as tearing the skin off your face.
Otoya thought for a while, got up, rolled up the blanket on the sofa, picked up the first aid kit, and walked towards him. Then he threw the blanket on the floor and moved a low stool over.
"Sit down." She squatted, unfolding the first aid kit and preparing disinfectant swabs.
Fu Lingzhi sat down as he was told, staring intently at the back of her head. The black hair was lingering around her fair neck. There were circles of yellowish light on the round back of her head, which followed the arc of her movements.
Disappear and reappear.
It's like a dream that he can't grasp. It's a dream, it's definitely a dream, slightly bitter sweet, sour and warm.