Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Waking Up with Amnesia: Whenever he felt miserable and about to fall…

Blood loss and low temperatures made Lu Feiran shiver all over. His lips and face were deathly pale. He began to regret his decision—shouldn’t he have stayed in the car and waited?

But he had already walked so far that he couldn’t go back.

The nearest road was only a few hundred meters away, but the forest path was difficult, and he didn’t even know if the road was on the same level as him.

His phone had died and shut down. He had no choice but to rely on the map in his mind and continue walking. Fortunately, his watch had a compass, so he wouldn’t get completely lost.

It was too cold. Lu Feiran grabbed handfuls of leaves and stuffed them into his clothes, filling them up until he resembled a little bun.

The offline map, the watch, and using leaves for warmth—these were all things Lance had taught him.

He missed him so much. He wanted to hug him, sleep in his arms, and wake up to find that everything was alright.

But the reality was that Lu Feiran walked through the silent wilderness until both his legs were numb. Finally, he heard the sound of traffic. He walked towards it full of hope, only to find that the road was three meters above him!

That steep slope… he couldn’t possibly climb it.

Icy despair washed over him. Lu Feiran vaguely thought, Would it have been better if I hadn’t left? Because of a sixth sense that came from who knows where, he was truly going to die here.

He collapsed to his knees. In the final hazy moment, he saw a car stop by the road. Someone jumped over the guardrail and landed beside him.

He thought he saw the moonlight shining down before him.

Falling into a familiar, warm embrace, Lu Feiran finally closed his eyes in relief.

…

Waking up again, Lu Feiran saw Zhou Zihua seriously trying to meticulously remove every single vein thread from a pomelo. He was completely focused, as if the pomelo before him was a major academic project, and didn’t notice Lu Feiran had opened his eyes.

Zhou Zihua was here, in the hospital. That was good.

Lu Feiran rolled his eyes and found his left arm immobilized in a cast and sling. He paused, then remembered he had a fracture.

Looking to the right, the private room had everything, but besides Zhou Zihua, there was no one else.

He felt quite lost and a little bitter, yet Lu Feiran couldn’t figure out where this feeling came from.

“Ah…”

Lu Feiran tried to call Zhou Zihua, but when he spoke, he found his voice was impossibly hoarse, dry enough to smoke. He could only make meaningless sounds.

Zhou Zihua was startled. The pomelo rolled onto his lap: “You’re awake! You scared me to death!”

Lu Feiran was gently hugged. It was clear Zhou Zihua was excited, but he didn’t dare use force, afraid of hurting him, treating him cautiously, almost as if he were made of porcelain.

Zhou Zihua pressed the call bell several times, then said fiercely: “I heard you got into trouble after talking to Lu Xingli outside Egret Garden. That Lu Xingli is really bad luck! What did you two talk about?”

Lu Feiran’s eyelashes fluttered. Did I meet Lu Xingli? What good could I possibly have to say to Lu Xingli?

“…Really? I don’t remember… I only remember discussing the renovation with the designer in the afternoon…”

Lu Feiran’s eyes followed Zhou Zihua’s movements slightly. He opened his mouth: “Is he not here?”

“He’s here,” Zhou Zihua gestured towards the door. “He’s been keeping an eye on the police investigation progress, saying this absolutely couldn’t have been an accident. Luckily, your watch had a tracker, or else it would have been awful.”

Tracker… Luckily, there was a tracker.

He had walked further and further. Although he was lucky enough to find the road, there was still a chance he could have gotten lost in the mountains. Lance saved him again.

Seeing Zhou Zihua’s expression turn serious, Lu Feiran asked belatedly: “How many days have I been unconscious? Has the cause of the accident been determined? Has anything happened these past few days?”

Zhou Zihua shook his head: “Your boyfriend is investigating, starting with Lu Xingli. It’s a good thing you weren’t seriously hurt, or I really would skin Lu Xingli alive!”

Lu Feiran truly couldn’t recall what he had talked about with Lu Xingli. It was as if that segment of memory had been completely deleted from his mind.

“I went over in a police car, and before I even got there, I saw a fire truck ahead. It was on fire!” Zhou Zihua vividly described the experience that night. “I was terrified! I scrambled over and, thankfully, didn’t see you in the burning car. Then I searched with the police, but before long, I turned around and saw Young Master DeWei carrying you next to the ambulance.”

“But I’m really touched that I was the first person you thought of. You sent me a text message! I immediately called the police!” Zhou Zihua was full of emotion, hugging Lu Feiran’s good right arm and playfully whining, “We have the best relationship in the world, don’t we?”

Lu Feiran was amused and laughed: “Yes.” But he felt odd, as he hadn’t contacted Lance.

A doctor and two nurses came in to examine him. Zhou Zihua had to step aside.

Lu Feiran tried to say something, but the nurse gently interrupted: “We can chat after the examination, okay? The patient needs to undress. Can this gentleman help?”

Zhou Zihua shrugged: “I’ll get someone else in here.”

Soon, Lu Feiran saw Lance walk in. His normally pristine suit had many wrinkles, even his collar and cuffs were messy. His blonde hair looked dull, and there was stubble on his chin.

Lu Feiran’s moist eyes curved into two crescent moons. He closed his eyes and felt a kiss land on his forehead. His restless heart finally found peace.

Lu Feiran’s main injuries were a concussion, a fractured left arm, and superficial abrasions. He was lucky not to have any other injuries and could be discharged after a period of rest and recovery.

After the doctor and nurses left, he reached out and held Lance’s hand: “Thank you for finding me.”

Whenever he felt miserable and about to fall into hell, Lance was there.

Only then did Lance show a hint of emotion, like a majestic iceberg approaching a heat source, slowly melting.

The dark circles under his eyes were prominent. Combined with his pale complexion, he looked more like a ghost, completely devoid of his usual elegance. Only when he held Lu Feiran’s hand did he seem to come back to life a little.

He examined Lu Feiran inch by inch, from the strands of hair on his head down to his toes, missing nothing. He even wanted to undress him again to meticulously check the damaged areas.

His shirt was opened, his pants pulled down. The slightly cold air against his bare skin made Lu Feiran shiver.

“Stop, what are you doing… The doctor has checked, there’s nothing wrong!”

“I have to… confirm it myself. Let me see. Ranran, let me see.” Continuous pleading came from Lance’s hoarse throat.

“Noen! Stop!”

His hand was immobile, and he didn’t have much strength. He weakly called out “Hey,” and called Lance’s name, but Lance was oblivious.

Lance’s distinctively jointed fingers searched Lu Feiran’s body, without any ulterior meaning, purely checking. Only after inspecting every spot with his own eyes did he put his clothes back on him with trembling hands.

Being completely exposed suddenly made Lu Feiran extremely ashamed. His face was as red as a ripe persimmon, and the hand clutching his collar was still shaking.

He said no, so why did he still do that… The hospital room door wasn’t locked. What if someone walked in!

He was both ashamed and angry, and felt he had to thoroughly scold Lance to feel better. But when he looked up and saw the other person’s haggard, pale face and red-rimmed eyes, the words clogged in his throat, and he couldn’t utter a single one.

He was only acting this way because he cared so much.

“It’s fine, I’m okay! I’m doing great!” Lu Feiran’s voice became light and soft, doing his best to put Lance at ease.

Suddenly, someone crashed into his arms. He was momentarily stunned. He put his right arm around Lance, his weak palm gently patting Lance’s back.

He buried his face into the side of Lance’s neck. Smelling the familiar scent, a feeling of sweetness spread through his heart.

“I’m a little thirsty. Can I drink water now?” He tugged on Lance’s sleeve.

“Of course. I’ll pour it for you.”

Lance reluctantly pulled himself away from Lu Feiran, but his eyes remained glued to Lu Feiran’s face. The emotion surging in his eyes was incomprehensible to anyone, even himself.

The moment Lu Feiran had the car accident, the violent impact automatically sent an emergency alert to Lance’s watch. Lance immediately called, but the phone was turned off, unreachable.

He didn’t hesitate to open the location tracking app. Lu Feiran’s little red dot was in the mountains north of the city.

In that instant, Lance’s first thought was: Why did Lu Feiran leave?

The deep-seated insecurity within him was triggered. Lance stared intently at the little red dot, as if trying to restrain Lu Feiran’s back with his gaze.

Saying he loves me was a lie… wasn’t it?

But a minute later, the little red dot still hadn’t moved.

Lance’s temples began to throb. He immediately grabbed his car keys and sped towards Lu Feiran’s location.

He shouldn’t think that way. Lu Feiran must have encountered trouble.

For Lu Feiran, meeting Lance at the end of a desperate marriage was salvation granted by fate. It was the same for Lance. The pure love that blossomed from lies made Lance anxious.

But Lance never considered his suspicion and possessiveness despicable. He admitted that when he gave Lu Feiran the watch, he intended to constantly track Lu Feiran’s whereabouts. But if it weren’t for that watch, how could he have found Lu Feiran so quickly?

The slender youth’s head was covered in blood. The sticky blood covered his face, making his originally delicate and beautiful features almost unrecognizable. He stumbled out of the woods, shaking uncontrollably, his eyes shining astonishingly when he saw the flat road. He ran quickly, looking at the three-meter height difference like an insurmountable chasm.

He fell. Despair was close to killing him, but he stubbornly held on, refusing to give up, walking all the way here, so he could meet the lover who was coming to find him.

This was the sight that greeted Lance when he arrived.

Miserable but incredibly resilient. The word “surrender” seemed not to exist in his dictionary. He was like a thriving giant tree, whose sturdy roots had already anchored deep into the soil.

Lance didn’t hesitate. He climbed over the guardrail and jumped down, sliding down the slope to Lu Feiran’s side. He hugged his cherished darling, hearing Lu Feiran start to cry, making a whining sound like a spoiled child: “It hurts so much, it hurts so much. I’m going to die… I don’t want to die…”

Lance saw Lu Feiran’s left hand twisted into an abnormal shape. His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart felt torn apart.

He carefully avoided the twisted left arm. His lips pressed against Lu Feiran’s blood-smeared eyelids, his voice trembling and fearful: “It’s alright. I’m here. You won’t die. It’s alright.”

Lu Feiran was on the verge of fainting. In the moment before he lost consciousness, he was still calling his lover’s name.

“Noen, Noen…”