Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

Ai Changhuan was thoughtful.

When she returned to the bedroom, Lu Zhanke hadn't come back yet. She secretly thought that when Lu Zhanke came back, she would have to have a good talk with him.

She didn't know how long she had waited, but when she was about to fall asleep on the bedside, she suddenly heard a soft knock on the door. It was Lu Zhanke who had returned.

She immediately jumped off the bed and ran towards Lu Zhanke, smiling flatteringly: "Why are you back so late?"

Lu Zhanke glanced at her and said calmly: "It's okay, you go to bed first."

Ai Changhuan couldn't detect any warmth in his eyes, and she felt even more uneasy in her heart. She asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Did I make you unhappy?"

Lu Zhanke looked at her without saying a word.

Ai Changhuan became even more worried: "Did I really do something wrong? Then I apologize to you, I say I'm sorry, please don't be angry, okay?"

Lu Zhanke's palms were clenched again and again. Why was she so cautious?

"It's okay." Lu Zhanke withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her. "Nothing happened. Don't think too much about it. I'm going to take a shower."

Ai Changhuan immediately followed him: "I'll help you take off your clothes."

Lu Zhanke grabbed her hand reaching for his collar and said with a gloomy face, "No need, I can do it myself."

He is not a useless person, no!

Ai Changhuan felt that Lu Zhanke was so scary now, his eyes were so scary, and the cold aura emanating from his body made her freeze on the spot, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as Lu Zhanke turned around and entered the bathroom, and then faced her in front of her He closed the bathroom door.

Ai Changhuan bit her lip, feeling extremely aggrieved. She turned back to the bed, sat with her knees crossed, and waited for Lu Zhanke to come out.

Lu Zhanke also felt uncomfortable. He didn't expect that the person closest to him would lie to him. In the afternoon, Ai Changhuan said that his hand was useless and would never get better. He thought it was just her drunken talk, so he only half-believed it and became anxious. He rushed home and immediately asked Mr. Lu if his hand was really useless.

Mr. Lu remained silent, and he knew that his hand was useless.

This news was like a catastrophe to him. He walked out of Mr. Lu's study like a zombie, and then locked himself in his study. After sitting there for a long time, he finally angrily took out all the things inside. Smashed to pieces.

His anger and pain could only be digested slowly by one person. He couldn't help but wonder again and again why she stayed by his side. When she looked at him with that kind of pity, sympathy and fawning eyes, he couldn't help but wonder again and again. It was heartbreaking.

If...if this is really the case, he would rather...rather...

He reached out to unbutton his shirt, his movements clumsy and slow, and he would do so for decades to come.

After coming out of the shower, Lu Zhan Keben thought Ai Changhuan had fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that she was still waiting. When he met her eyes, he paused subconsciously, and after repeated hesitation, he stepped forward.

Ai Changhuan wanted to speak, but was afraid that she would say the wrong thing again, so she could only look at him silently.

Lu Zhanke lifted the quilt, lay down next to her, closed his eyes, and said, "Go to sleep."

Ai Changhuan also lay down and nestled into his arms.

Lu Zhanke raised his hand to push her away, but Ai Changhuan wrapped her whole body around him, her legs wrapped around his legs, her hands tightly around his waist, and she said stubbornly: "I'm afraid of the cold, I want to Hugging you."

Lu Zhanke's movements stopped, his hands were placed on her shoulders, and he made no more movements.

Having achieved the initial victory, Ai Changhuan felt a little happy.

"What an idiot." Lu Zhanke said with his eyes closed.

Ai Changhuan lay softly in his arms and muttered: "Who are you calling an idiot?"

"I'm talking about myself." He is a big fool who can't refuse any approach from her.

Ai Changhuan chuckled. She mistakenly thought that Lu Zhan and Ke Ken slept with her in his arms. The two of them had reconciled, but they didn't know that there were more unknowns waiting for them ahead.

When he got up the next day, after breakfast, Ai Changhuan did not go to work. Lu Zhanke asked why.

Ai Changhuan asked back: "Isn't there a rehabilitation therapist coming today? Of course I will accompany you."

Lu Zhanke's eyebrows moved: "She won't come, you go to work."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ai Changhuan asked hurriedly, "Do you think the treatment is too low? It doesn't matter, I can pay double, as long as she can come."

"What she means is that I didn't let her come, because it would be useless if she came." Lu Zhanke said with a cold expression.

Ai Changhuan suddenly understood. Lu Zhanke knew the extent of his hand injury and knew that the chance of recovery was slim, so he was so angry yesterday.

She licked her dry lips and smiled stiffly: "Who said your hand can't be healed? I promise to beat her to death. The person who said this must be a quack, so we need to find a more powerful and smart doctor. Come on, do you think so?"

"Don't lie to me, I know everything, and I know my own body best. Since the injury, my hands have no strength at all. I can't even do a simple movement like hooking my fingers." A trace of pain flashed across Lu Zhanke's face, and his cheeks moved. It was a movement he only made when he clenched his teeth. He tried to swallow all his pain, so his expression was so sad.

He said hoarsely: "I know, I have become a useless person."

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He knows!

He really knows!

The secret they had tried so hard to hide was revealed to him. Ai Changhuan fell down on the sofa as if she was exhausted, her chest felt so tight that she felt like she could not breathe.

"You...when did you know?" She grabbed the sofa cushion under her tightly and asked with great difficulty.

"This is not important anymore." In order to prevent her from blaming herself, he did not tell her about getting drunk and telling her the secret, but said it very indifferently.

"So?" Ai Changhuan turned to look at Lu Zhanke, "Just because of this, you said you don't want to be treated, right? Lu Zhanke, when did you accept your fate like this? If there is no hope of curing this, we will change it. Ah, if we can’t cure it at home, we will go abroad. Look, isn’t this an expert here? Why did you give up first without even meeting him? "

"I just don't want to waste time. When I was in the hospital last time, the doctor should have made it very clear to you. You are disabled and cannot be cured. That's why you tried so hard to hide it from me. I'm right. Isn't that right?" Lu Zhanke said indifferently, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but he was like this precisely because he was sad and desperate.

He himself is giving up.

Ai Changhuan couldn't help but feel extremely angry: "Lu Zhanke, what are you talking about? We didn't tell you, we just don't want you to worry."

"Worried? I'm just worried because it can't be cured, right?" Lu Zhanke sneered, "You don't have to say it, I think of myself as full of hope as a fool these days, and even said stupid things about going back to the army, I I just think it’s ridiculous. There’s no need to let another person witness my pain, that’s it, don’t say anything anymore.”

With that said, Lu Zhanke stood up and turned around to walk upstairs.

Ai Changhuan immediately jumped up and grabbed his arm tightly: "Don't leave, please tell me clearly. What do you mean, just leave it like this?"

Lu Zhanke looked at her hand grabbing his arm and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Look, even you can easily catch me now. Am I not useless?"

Ai Changhuan was so angry that he wanted to bite him to death: "Lu Zhanke, you are so good, you actually said such things, so what if I can catch you, so what if I can't catch you, isn't it all because you love me, so Why would you allow me to get close to you like this? Does this have anything to do with whether your hand is injured? Don't make excuses for your self-destruction, incompetence, and cowardice."

"This is not an excuse, it is a fact." Lu Zhanke shook her off and started to leave again.

Ai Changhuan simply wrapped him up with his hands and feet: "If you don't tell me clearly, don't even think about leaving. I don't know what you are thinking. I only know that hope is right in front of you. You must give it to me." Do your best to hold on, don’t give up, don’t run away, do you hear me?”

Lu Zhanke reached out and grabbed her hand that was tightly wrapped around his waist, trying to break her hand away, but she wrapped it tighter, like a koala, refusing to come down no matter what.

Lu Zhanke couldn't do anything to her, so he closed his eyes helplessly and said, "I just don't want to be disappointed again and again."

Just like he thought his hand would heal soon, but was told that it was completely useless and could never be healed. He didn't want to try this feeling of falling from heaven to hell again.

No matter how powerful a famous doctor or expert is, they can't bring the dead back to life, right?

Therefore, he didn't want to try again, nor did he want to fall into hell again and again.

Ai Changhuan pressed her face against his back, feeling the slight vibration from his chest and the quietly spreading sadness, and couldn't help but hug him tightly again: "No, I believe your hand can be cured. No matter how slim the chance is, you have to give it a try, right? Why give up so easily? The Lu Zhanke I know has never been the kind of person who would give up easily. Give it a try, Okay, no matter what the outcome is, I will always be by your side and bear everything that comes next with you."

Lu Zhanke couldn't help but hold her hand tightly, his Adam's apple moved, and he uttered a sentence with difficulty: "What if... what if my hand... never gets better again?"

"What does it matter?" Ai Changhuan said eagerly, "Does it mean that because your hand is injured, you are not Lu Zhanke? Does it mean that you don't love me anymore because of this?"

"No..." Lu Zhanke said with difficulty, "It's just that I can't give you a hug anymore..."

Ai Changhuan's eyes turned red: "Fool, then I can hug you. Besides, is love just a matter of words? What about the mute? Love is not expressed by hugging, so, It doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter. Even if you can't hug me, you can still hold me, can't you? Hold my hand and grow old with me, you once said this to me, have you forgotten? ?”

"Chang Huan..." Lu Zhanke felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't express it. He was a man, and many things and emotions could only be buried deep in his heart.

Ai Changhuan let go of his hand, walked around in front of him, then stood on tiptoes, hugged his neck, and stared firmly into his eyes: "Lu Zhanke, promise me, give it a try, okay? Even if you fail, , we will never give up easily. If we fail once, we will try a second time. If we fail ninety-nine times, we will try a hundred times. One day we will succeed."