After Getting Involved In A Love Triangle With My Mortal Enemy From A Past Life, All I Want To Do Is Lie Down And Relax - Chapter 29

Huo Xun’s hand trembled as he reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of Sang Luo’s eyes. However, the tears seemed impossible to clear; his fingers were soon drenched in cold moisture.

“Sang Luo?”

The youth’s face was pale and his lips were colorless. His long eyelashes, wet with tears, drooped pitifully. Sang Luo panted slightly, restless even in his dreams, his brow furrowed in a slight frown. He seemed to be composed of the purest white, with only the red mole at the end of his eyebrow faintly radiating a sense of life.

Sang Luo murmured, “Why?”

The voice was so saturated with grief that Huo Xun’s heart felt as if it were being torn apart. A deep sense of helplessness flooded his soul; he did not know what to do to bring Sang Luo peace. He stayed by his side the entire night because he could not bring himself to leave.

As dawn approached, Huo Xun stood on the balcony holding a cigarette he never intended to light. The cool breeze ruffled his short hair, revealing eyes heavily bloodshot. After a night of vigil, he looked significantly haggard. His deep eyes were vacant and his expression was somewhat dazed. At this moment, it seemed only Sang Luo could truly wake him.

It was not until the first ray of sunlight broke through the horizon and hit his face that Huo Xun regained his senses. He turned his head slightly and saw Sang Luo’s sleeping face. He had suffered through the night, and Sang Luo had murmured in distress for just as long, only falling into a deep, exhausted sleep after 4:00 AM. Huo Xun desperately wanted to know who had caused Sang Luo such profound sorrow.

His thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound; Sang Luo was waking up. Huo Xun set the cigarette on the table and walked quickly to the bedside. He first checked the youth’s temperature. After confirming the fever had broken, he removed two of the thin blankets, leaving only one. He then went downstairs to bring up the freshly cooked porridge, followed by hot water and the medicine for after the meal. His actions were meticulous; anyone watching would have called him exceptionally attentive.

Outside the window, the sunlight grew brighter, and the streets gradually filled with the hum of traffic. The silence of the night faded, replaced by the pulse of a new day.

Sang Luo woke up feeling achy all over, his throat burning with a sharp, uncomfortable heat. As he moved slightly, a glass of water was brought to his lips, followed by a hoarse voice: “Drink.”

Sang Luo followed his instinct, not questioning who the person was, appearing uncharacteristically obedient. His long hair was matted against his body from the sweat, and his temples were damp, though his complexion had regained some color. He looked much better than the lifeless state he had been in the night before. Because he was still weak from the illness, his senses were dulled, and he did not notice Huo Xun’s almost ravenous gaze.

“Thank you.” By the time Sang Luo had adjusted, Huo Xun had already looked away.

“It is nothing. Eat some porridge first.” Huo Xun poured a small bowl from the thermal container. “When you feel better, I will make you egg noodles.”

Looking at the porcelain spoon held so close and the overflowing tenderness in Huo Xun’s eyes, the turbulence in Sang Luo’s heart grew. He could not stay iron-hearted forever; he was human, too, and he craved the things others craved. Even if he had ascended the throne in his previous life and appeared cold beyond human measure, it did not change the fact that he was flesh and blood.

His heart was engraved with Huo Xun’s name until it was scarred beyond recognition. Only then had he hidden his broken heart away, never wishing to speak of it again and wanting only for them to owe each other nothing. He thought he could maintain this state for the rest of his life. Yet here was Huo Xun, offering a sincere heart to him despite his utter indifference.

However, whenever Sang Luo wavered, his hands would tremble violently as if reminding him that the past pain was real. It was not something that could be settled by a few kind gestures. Sang Luo could not understand Huo Xun. He clearly remembered that Huo Xun did not like him, nor did he like the original host of this body. So, where did this intense and beautiful affection come from? He could not figure it out, even after taking his medicine.

“Are you still uncomfortable?” The voice pulled Sang Luo back to reality. He shook his head. “Much better.”

With that, he got out of bed and began to pull off the sweat-soaked bedsheet.

“I will do it. You go back and rest.” Huo Xun acted with near perfection in front of Sang Luo, as if there were nothing he could not handle. Sang Luo could not argue with him and let him be.

After returning to his room for a hot bath, Sang Luo went downstairs. In the living room, only Liu Zhiya and Chen Jing were present; the others were out.

Liu Zhiya said sarcastically, “Better? If you did not get well soon, CEO Huo might have worked himself to death.”

Everyone knew Sang Luo had been sick, and everyone knew who had been looking after him. Huo Xun’s feelings were now blindingly obvious. Online, many people disapproved of Huo Xun’s continued pursuit of Sang Luo, feeling they were a poor match. Yet, others found them perfectly suited for one another. Regardless of what people thought, they could not sway the reality of the situation.

Sang Luo ignored Liu Zhiya’s sarcasm and poured himself a glass of warm water. This infuriated her, but she did not dare show it too openly anymore. Times had changed; Sang Luo had not only clarified the issues with his former company but had also become even more famous. It was not just out of sympathy; it was a genuine, heartfelt following.

All of this was because the fourth male lead Sang Luo had played in a web drama had become a massive hit. Anyone could see that while his acting was not perfect, his innate aura was flawless. Every movement portrayed a noble and majestic monarch, drawing the audience in completely. The drama had only been airing for a week, and Sang Luo’s role was small, but in just seven days, his celestial looks and solid acting had won over a vast number of fans. This was rare in the industry; it could only be said that a buried gem would eventually shine before the world.

However, Sang Luo was still far from being an A-list star. He lacked a definitive masterpiece as a lead. Star Media had already considered this, screening scripts and waiting for the dating show to conclude.

During the daily task assignment, Huo Xun was overjoyed because he was finally paired with Sang Luo again. He did not see the flash of stiffness on the youth’s face, lost in his own happiness.

Upon reaching the city center, they drew the task of selling flowers. The flowers were sold individually and wrapped in elegant paper, simple yet romantic. It was hard to say if they would make much money, so they could only take it one step at a time.

Unexpectedly, the flowers sold very well. This was entirely due to the pair’s incredible looks; even wearing masks, they were exceptionally attractive. As the flowers dwindled, Huo Xun’s gaze shifted more frequently. He found an excuse to send Sang Luo away for a moment, then hid his favorite rose at the very bottom of the basket.

When all the other flowers were sold, Huo Xun pulled out that single rose and presented it to Sang Luo. “Is it beautiful?”

At that moment, it felt as if a stream of water flowed into Sang Luo’s heart, smoothing the ripples with boundless tenderness. Sang Luo eventually took the flower, his voice drifting slightly in the wind. “Thank you.”