After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 391 - 389: Who upset you?

"Zhaozhao."

He called out softly again, and a wave of unease instantly spread through his entire heart.

Zhaozhao’s reply had been so faint just now, he couldn’t discern her emotions, and it put him into a slight panic.

Suddenly, a soft touch fell into his embrace, and the familiar scent snapped Song Sinian back to reality.

Almost instinctively, he held her in his arms, rubbing gently and cooing softly, "What’s wrong? Who upset you?"

Lu Zhaozhao didn’t speak, but she clung tighter to Song Sinian.

She had always made an effort to help Song Sinian recover his emotional capacity, but she’d never considered why he suffered from emotional detachment in the first place.

"I’m sorry," Lu Zhaozhao mumbled softly into Song Sinian’s embrace.

In the dark of night, Song Sinian was gradually adapting to the dim environment.

He looked down at the face nestled in his chest, slowly making out her expressions.

Though still a bit blurry, he could see that she was distressed.

And distressed because of him.

Song Sinian’s brows furrowed, completely baffled by her sudden change in behavior.

He pursed his lips and tentatively asked, "Who did you meet with today?"

Lu Zhaozhao buried her head even deeper into Song Sinian’s embrace and decided to tell the truth, "Hao Li came over again today. She mentioned your childhood, saying that Xiao Jinglan did many bad things to you when you were young..."

She had to stop there to sniffle.

Her nose, already nasal from a previous bout of secret tears, was now even more congested.

Song Sinian’s dark eyes softened as he understood all too well what Lu Zhaozhao was thinking.

His wife always had such strong empathy.

These matters were distant memories to him now, and considering his severe depression at the time, his reaction to the outside world was quite dull, so the hurt hadn’t been as devastating as Lu Zhaozhao imagined.

But even if he explained, Lu Zhaozhao probably wouldn’t listen, would she?

Song Sinian’s deep gaze suddenly flickered as it fell upon Lu Zhaozhao’s pitiful little face, and his heart seemed to sink.

Perhaps... if she felt more pity for him because of this, it might not be such a bad thing.

Song Sinian ridiculed his own shamelessness while he couldn’t stop himself from burying his head deep in the nape of Lu Zhaozhao’s neck.

The feeling of being cherished was rare for him to experience.

Although Mr. Song was very fond of his grandson, a man’s way of expressing love differed from that of a woman.

Growing up, there hadn’t been many female figures around him, and even fewer kind-hearted ones.

So the compassion from Lu Zhaozhao felt very good to him.

He rubbed his head in the nape of her neck and said, "All those things are in the past. If you sympathize with me, then show me a little more sympathy."

Song Sinian’s words were straightforward, yet they tugged even more at Lu Zhaozhao’s heartstrings.

In the darkness, she reached out with her small hand to touch his cheek and finally found his handsome, thin lips, gently and tenderly pressing against them.

Lu Zhaozhao, small and delicate, stood on tiptoe and wrapped her slender arms around Song Sinian’s neck.

In the darkness, with vision limited, other senses became remarkably sharp.

The sound of breathing in the ear grew heavy, the warm breath from the nose seemed close enough to touch, spraying onto the skin.

The air, filled with the scent of disinfectant, gradually took on a hint of sweetness.

After a while, Song Sinian finally stopped. He was still breathing heavily, his Adam’s apple bobbing, gazing intently at the small woman who had gone limp in his arms. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Go, go inside," Lu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, it took quite some time for her to find her voice again.

Her little hands had long since lost their strength.

She panted softly, her voice becoming soft and fluffy.

Hearing this, Song Sinian let out a low laugh and scooped her up in his arms.

Lu Zhaozhao nestled in Song Sinian’s embrace, clearly hearing the "thump, thump" of his heartbeat against his chest, which steadied her completely.

Song Sinian gently laid her down on the hospital bed. The previously dim sky outside the window now showed a bright moon, instantly illuminating the two of them on the bed.

The sight of Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes tinged with red marks pressed heavily on Song Sinian’s heart.

He raised his hand to gently caress her eye sockets and leaned down to kiss them, "You shouldn’t cry over such things again, I’m really okay."

After hearing these words from Song Sinian, Lu Zhaozhao’s tear-stained face flung itself onto him, pinning him down onto the hospital bed.

Straddling him, she looked down at Song Sinian from above, her little face showing an unusual indignation, "How can you possibly be okay? Even if this incident is over, the harm it did to you hasn’t gone away!"

If Song Sinian were truly okay, he wouldn’t have developed such severe depression. If Song Sinian’s mother was the main culprit, then Xiao Jinglan was the accomplice!

Feng Xiran had caused Song Sinian’s illness, while Xiao Jinglan had worsened his symptoms.

Both of them were executioners!

Lu Zhaozhao couldn’t forgive these two. If Feng Xiran were not already dead, she would have made her pay!

She didn’t care whether this woman was Song Sinian’s biological mother or not!

Song Sinian watched Lu Zhaozhao intently, his dark pupils drooping noncommittally.

Past experiences were indeed trivial to him now, but these "trivial" things were like tacks, embedded deep in his memory.

"Because you don’t care, that’s why I feel even more heartache," Lu Zhaozhao held Song Sinian’s cheeks, looking at him with utmost seriousness, "Song Sinian, you deserve to be loved, do you know that? Do you realize that you’re worthy of love?!"

Perhaps no one understood better than her the pain of being betrayed by someone she once trusted.

But the more so, the more they need to be affirmed and loved resolutely.

Fortunate people are healed by their childhood for a lifetime, the unfortunate spend their entire life healing their childhood.

She didn’t want Song Sinian to spend a lifetime healing from his childhood; she hoped she could be the redemption for Song Sinian, pulling him out of the shadows of the past.

Just as he had done for her.

Song Sinian found himself feeling an unfamiliar sourness at the tip of his nose for a moment.

But this sensation wasn’t bad.

It was as if a room that had always been sealed in darkness suddenly cracked open, allowing in sunbeams that had never before appeared.

Warm, bright, relieving...

Just like when he first saw Lu Zhaozhao as a child when she stood before him with a radiant smile, saying she would marry him when they grew up.

Although he was still young then, he couldn’t help but want to grasp that beam of light.

Now... that beam of light had turned into a bright moon in his arms, how could he not cherish it?

Song Sinian reached out his arms and hugged Lu Zhaozhao tightly to himself, pressing her deeply into his embrace, "As long as you keep loving me, I’ll believe that I’m worthy of being loved."

He didn’t seek anyone else’s affection, except for Lu Zhaozhao...