Incurable Pain-Chapter 29IP .1

Incurable Pain | Chapter 29.1

Was Yu Luoyin asleep or awake?

Bai Xunyin’s heart was pounding. She hurriedly freed her wrist from his large hand’s grip—luckily, Yu Luoyin was weak and barely conscious, so she managed to break free easily.

Her first instinct was to leave, but the clear, weak, and helpless gaze of the boy leaning against the bed made her feel as if her feet were glued to the spot.

Yu Luoyin was still murmuring drowsily from behind, “Don’t go, I’m cold…”

It felt like a piece of cold iron had been suddenly doused with scalding water over her heart, creating an instant clash of ice and fire.

Bai Xunyin closed her eyes, admitting to herself that she was feeling a bit soft-hearted.

It wasn’t because it was Yu Luoyin that she felt this way. If it were any other classmate lying sickly in this room, she wouldn’t have just walked away.

It was precisely because it was Yu Luoyin that she felt so hesitant.

Continually convincing herself, Bai Xunyin took a deep breath.

Then she straightened up and left the room.

The boy leaning against the bed slowly opened his half-closed eyes, watching the slender figure of the girl leaving the cramped bedroom. The dim light in his dark eyes kept growing dimmer and colder, sinking.

His eyes seemed to gather into a piece of cold ice, surrounded by howling cold winds.

Yu Luoyin felt like he was constantly falling in this “icy wilderness,” and he couldn’t help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

This girl was really ruthless. Even though he was only pretending, she could just leave like that, showing no mercy.

Until now, he seemed to understand Bai Xunyin’s feelings a little better—how the person you care about and keep in your heart can make every move feel like descending into hell.

Just like Bai Xunyin’s simple act of leaving.

And those reckless words he had said about their “bet,” when Bai Xunyin heard them, her mood must have been similar to his now, right?

The “wounds” caused were not as easy to repair and resolve as he had imagined. It wasn’t so simple.

Just like the boy who cried wolf, his nose would grow longer. Yu Luoyin felt like he might actually be sick.

As if his pretense had become reality, his head was pounding, and he felt dizzy and lethargic.

Yu Luoyin mechanically reached out his arm toward the bedside, intending to grab some medicine for himself. His fingers were fumbling, but he keenly heard a series of footsteps—

The light footsteps gradually approached outside the bedroom.

Realizing something, Yu Luoyin froze. His heart, just plunged into the abyss, suddenly fluttered.

He quickly withdrew his hand and positioned himself as if he were on the verge of collapse.

The unique fragrance belonging only to Bai Xunyin drew closer—from far to near. It wasn’t perfume; it was some brand of body wash or shampoo. Yu Luoyin had smelled it before and had been captivated by the scent.

Then, a cool towel was placed on his forehead.

So that’s what she had gone out to get.

The girl’s soft fingertips inadvertently brushed across his forehead and eye corners, and Yu Luoyin felt an indescribable and inexplicable sensation surging within him.

This feeling was so unfamiliar…

It was as if he was experiencing it for the first time in his life, unable to articulate what it felt like, but it was definitely precious.

In fact, Yu Luoyin was a premature baby, and he wasn’t healthy before the age of seven, often falling ill.

But both Yu Yuan and Gu Yuan were extremely busy individuals, around thirty years old and at a career peak, with no time to take care of him.

In Yu Luoyin’s memory, every time he fell ill as a child, he lay on the spacious soft bed in the huge villa, surrounded by private doctors, servants, cold needles, and medical instruments…

In comparison, a damp towel felt so simple and plain, yet it provided a warmth he had never felt before.

Yu Luoyin never expected that the first person to care for him without a monetary transaction would be Bai Xunyin.

Strange emotions welled up in his chest, and he tried hard to suppress the urge to flutter his eyelashes.

After waiting for a while until Bai Xunyin’s footsteps lightly faded away, and the bedroom door clicked shut, Yu Luoyin finally opened his eyes.

The breath that had been trapped in his chest slowly exhaled.

Was it right to use a kind girl’s sympathy for the purpose of “reconciliation”…?

Yu Luoyin felt like he was teetering on a very dangerous line, his emotions fluctuating wildly.

The quiet bedroom was filled only with his shallow breathing. After a while, the sound of the stove igniting came from the kitchen outside.

Bai Xunyin hadn’t actually left yet; she was doing something in the kitchen. Yu Luoyin closed his eyes and quietly imagined what she might be doing.

It wasn’t until drowsiness crept up in this serene and gentle atmosphere that Yu Luoyin heard the sound of the stove being turned off, followed by the opening and closing of the door outside.

This time, Bai Xunyin had truly left.

Suddenly, Yu Luoyin felt a kind of indescribable emptiness, a feeling that dispelled the sleepiness that had been lingering. His mind cleared, but his limbs felt incredibly sluggish.

In this half-paralyzed state, Yu Luoyin decided to go see what Bai Xunyin had prepared in the kitchen, pushing his tired body to move.

The slender figure of the young man, tall and thin yet incredibly lazy, shuffled out of the bedroom in his socked feet.

As it turned out, Yu Luoyin didn’t need to go to the kitchen. In the brightly lit and spacious living room, there was a clay pot on the dining table, accompanied by a pair of delicate bowls and chopsticks.

In this “solemn and cold” environment, they added a touch of warmth, softening the atmosphere.

Yu Luoyin was taken aback, then walked over after a few seconds. He lifted the lid of the clay pot with his slender fingers—inside was a pot of light millet porridge.

As he lifted the lid, the unique aroma of the hot porridge, with its scent of rice, wafted out, as if warming his eyes.

It was as if even his eyes had been moisturized.

Yu Luoyin silently watched for a while, then pulled out a chair and sat down. Amidst the “creak” of the chair legs rubbing against the tiled floor, he thought of something untimely.

He probably hadn’t eaten such a “plain and ordinary” thing as millet porridge in over ten years.

There was no millet in the Yu family’s main mansion, and no one ate it. This house was rented by himself, and occasionally Li Yuan and the others would come over and buy some things—presumably, this millet was bought by them.

Yu Luoyin remembered that he had only eaten millet porridge once when he was very young, probably around four or five years old, when he visited his grandparents’ house in the countryside.

Elderly people loved to eat these light things for health reasons.

But children didn’t like it. Yu Luoyin didn’t even remember what it tasted like back then, or perhaps it didn’t have much flavor at all.

But this time, eating it… he found it quite delicious.

The millet was cooked to a soft and glutinous texture, warmed up, and slid down his throat into his stomach, making him feel warm all over.

And Bai Xunyin, perhaps unknowingly, added a spoonful of sugar, giving it a faint sweetness—breaking Yu Luoyin’s previous perception of millet porridge.

This was just a small episode, but from then on, Yu Luoyin stubbornly believed that people who were sick should eat millet porridge.

It gradually became a habit.

Having not eaten anything since last night, the light millet porridge opened up his appetite. Yu Luoyin finished the entire pot of porridge, and when he was tidying up, he couldn’t help but smile.

Bai Xunyin still cared about him; she wasn’t completely indifferent.

The next day, Yu Luoyin resurrected right where he was, full of energy, and went back to school. As he passed by his classmates and teachers’ “friendly” greetings, he felt like he had shed a layer of skin—but fortunately, Bai Xunyin was there, and seeing her eyes healed him.

Yu Luoyin’s gaze unchecked, looked over for a long while with greed before withdrawing his gaze.

The whole time, he was the only one performing a monologue. Bai Xunyin completely ignored him, while Ning Shumo beside her couldn’t help but shoot several disdainful glances his way.

Yu Luoyin wasn’t discouraged; he also understood the principle of “stop when things are going well.” As he passed by Bai Xunyin’s desk, he placed the workbook and notebook on the top left corner without overstepping.

After placing them, he left without going further.

“I think you’ve had enough,” Zhou Xinrui couldn’t help but sneer coldly at his pretentious behavior, pushing his glasses up with slender fingers.

“Listen, buddy, here’s a piece of advice for you: one lie leads to a hundred more to cover it up. If you really want to salvage something, you better stop using deception sooner rather than later.”

He rarely spoke so much, but he found Yu Luoyin’s behavior utterly despicable.

Zhou Xinrui, usually aloof and reserved, had a keen intuition.

Yu Luoyin wasn’t surprised if he had guessed what had happened between him and Bai Xunyin. There were plenty of clues, and only a fool wouldn’t have figured it out.

However, when it came to matters of the heart, all advice from others could only be considered as “adages.”

Yu Luoyin grunted in response, absentmindedly twirling his pen with his slender fingers while pondering Zhou Xinrui’s words.

“One lie leads to a hundred lies…” But he had already lost count of how many lies he had told.

Big ones, small ones, told to win favor, ones he thought were harmless…

Why was everything so vexing?

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