Amnesiac Fiancé Married Another, So I Married His Brother - Chapter 83

Li Su couldn’t hold back her tears.

In the past, she had been so dazzling, but now even someone who had just returned from abroad could mock her.

Her legs.

It wasn’t the words that upset her, it was the fear for her legs.

Even if she couldn’t recover 100%, regaining 80-90% would still be incredible.

Right now, she could barely manage consecutive spins.

The more Li Su thought about it, the more her tears fell.

Huo Xuanye sat by the bed, gently stroking her back with his palm while his right hand massaged her calf. “Does this feel better?”

“Mhm…”

Her voice was muffled, the single syllable trembling with tears.

Every time Li Su cried, Huo Xuanye’s heart shattered into pieces.

Li Su lifted her gaze, her eyes misty and pitiful. “What if I never recover? What if I can never dance again?”

His nose stung. “That won’t happen. You’ll make it. I’ll find the best doctors in the world to treat you.”

“I’ll make sure you stand on stage again.”

“You were born to be there!”

“But what if?” Li Su whispered miserably.

“Then we’ll choreograph simpler moves. Even without difficult techniques, your dancing will still be beautiful. Everything you do is beautiful to me.”

“Huo Xuanye, you’re so biased…”

“Love sees no flaws. To me, you’re perfect in every way.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Don’t give up. The Li Su I know never backs down.”

She clutched his shirt. “You have more faith in me than I do.”

Huo Xuanye caressed her softly. “Because I see it every day—your rehab, your relentless training to return to the stage. The heavens wouldn’t dare betray someone as kind, gentle, and hardworking as you.”

Effort would never be in vain.

They held each other quietly for a while before heading to the shower together.

Afterward, Huo Xuanye massaged Li Su’s legs.

She lay there lazily, enjoying the treatment, but her mind was racing.

Like other variety shows, the first episode required the four judges to perform.

In the past, Li Su wouldn’t have hesitated.

But now, high-difficulty moves were impossible. If she couldn’t deliver, she’d feel unqualified to be a judge.

Sigh…

She needed to think carefully about what dance to perform, one that wouldn’t invite criticism.

Her mood remained low, and she slept in late the next day.

Huh?

Why was there an old man on the couch?

“Sweetheart, you’re awake.”

Where had Huo Xuanye popped up from?

Didn’t he have work today?

Huo Xuanye introduced, “This is Dr. Xu, a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner I invited to examine your legs.”

Li Su nodded blankly.

But when the old doctor pulled out a row of needles, a flicker of terror flashed in her eyes.

A-Acupuncture?

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”

Won’t hurt?

They’re so long!!

So thin!

And most importantly,

There are so many!!!

Su lay face-down on a small bed, gripping Huo Xuanye’s hand tightly. “Is he reliable?”

“Extremely reliable.”

Huo Xuanye gave her a reassuring look.

Li Su resigned herself to fate.

She had overexerted herself yesterday, and her legs were indeed in pain.

The old doctor’s eyesight might not be the best, but his needle insertion was swift, painless.

Before long, Li Su’s legs were dotted with long, slender needles.

Once finished, the old doctor left, leaving the two of them alone.

Huo Xuanye sat beside her. “How do you feel?”

“Nothing yet. It’ll take time…”

Lying lazily on her stomach, Li Su murmured, “Take a picture for me to see.”

Huo Xuanye snapped the photo and handed her his phone.

Li Su held Huo Xuanye’s phone and sighed, “What a shame. Such beautiful legs covered in needles.”

“They’ll heal.”

Trying to find humor in hardship, Li Su remarked, “My legs look so pale, seems like they’re recovering well, at least without scars.”

During her hospital stay, she had avoided all dark-colored seasonings, terrified of scarring.

Huo Xuanye glanced over and agreed, “Gorgeous legs.”

Li Su clutched his phone. “Come to think of it, I’ve never gone through your phone.”

Go through his phone?

What did that mean?

“I don’t have any secrets. Feel free to look, just one request.” Huo Xuanye lowered his head meekly. “Just don’t check my chat history with my brother.”

If he hadn’t mentioned it, Li Su wouldn’t have cared.

But now that he had, her curiosity was piqued.

“What did you talk about that I can’t see?”

“Company secrets.”

Oh.

Business matters!

Not her interest.

But…

They couldn’t have only discussed work, so…

Huo Xuanye was hiding something related to her.

Instead of opening the messaging app, Li Su swiped through the photos Huo Xuanye had taken.

Her.

Still her.

And more of her!!

Since when did Huo Xuanye take sneaky photos?

Even a beauty like her had unflattering expressions while sleeping.

And Huo Xuanye had captured them all.

Li Su lifted her eyes to glare at him. “Delete them! No keeping my ugly photos!”

Huo Xuanye panicked. “Don’t delete them! I think they’re adorable.”

Adorable?

Was his eyesight failing?

“Wife, please don’t.”

“You took unflattering shots of me and still won’t let me delete them?”

“You don’t get to decide.”

Huo Xuanye watched in agony as Li Su deleted a chunk of his photos.

His heart ached!!

Why delete his precious collection?

Thankfully, he had cloud backups.

As Li Su scrolled further, her smile faded.

Huo Xuanye had taken countless photos of her during her hospitalization. It felt like the trauma from last year’s injury had just happened.

Yet nearly six months had passed.

“Stop looking.”

Huo Xuanye covered the screen.

“I can’t even look at myself?” Li Su pulled the phone back. “Just reminiscing about the injury.”

Huo Xuanye’s straight posture slumped, his dark eyes clouded with sorrow.

He couldn’t bear to relive it.

Li Su had suffered so, so much.

“I was so strong…”

Huo Xuanye gently stroked her hair. “Yes, stronger than me. If it were me, I’d have given up for a while.”

Li Su chuckled softly. “You might want a wheelchair, but I don’t. I’m a dancer, I perform on stage. That’s who I am.”

Huo Xuanye seized the chance to praise her. “My wife is amazing. You’re my idol.”

Li Su feigned disgust. “You’re more like a stalker, sneaking so many photos. Creepy.”

He hadn’t taken anything private, just her face, back, profile, and dance practice shots.

Huo Xuanye smirked. “You can take sneaky photos of me too.”

“I’m not that kind of weirdo!”

How was photographing his own wife weird?

Huo Xuanye pressed, “If you take pictures of me, I’ll pose proudly. What if you miss me when I’m away on business?”

“If I wanted to see you, wouldn’t I just video call you? You’re on a business trip, not off the grid.” Li Su handed the phone back to him. “Don’t go losing this phone now.”

Otherwise, all those photos of her injuries would be exposed.