Chapter 815: As If Seeing His Former Self
As soon as he touched her cold little hand, Lu Jihan couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
The next second, he raised his hand, immediately grasped Song Yinyin’s small hand, and tightened his grip.
"Why are your hands so cold?" he asked, lowering his voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The reason her hands were cold was clearly due to the rollercoaster-like, anxious waiting she had just experienced.
At the moment she saw him faint, Song Yinyin’s heart felt as though it had fallen into an ancient ice cellar, turning cold from her heart to her toes.
Later, when the doctor said Lu Jihan was not seriously harmed, Song Yinyin felt as if she had found a floating piece of wood to cling to.
However, this piece of wood wasn’t stable, constantly drifting up and down in the ocean, unable to find its way home.
She thought that as long as Lu Jihan hadn’t recovered his memory, her heart would remain as restless and anxious as it was now.
Song Yinyin took a deep breath, forced a smile, shook her head, and said, "I’m fine, just worried about you."
So it was because she was worried about him.
Lu Jihan fell silent.
His gaze still fixed on Song Yinyin’s cold little hands, he slightly pressed his lips, unable to hold back.
The next second, he grabbed Song Yinyin’s hands, placed them in front of his chest, and used his large palms to tightly hold her cold little hands.
He rubbed them repeatedly, gently blew warm air into her palms from time to time.
Then, he released them, continued rubbing, blowing warm air, and rubbing again...
After repeating this several times, until he felt Song Yinyin’s palms start to warm up and become no longer icy, he finally let go of her hands.
Song Yinyin, like a puppet, stared in disbelief at the scene in front of her.
For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating.
Lu Jihan’s gentle and delicate actions made her feel as if she were dreaming.
She seemed to see the old Lu Jihan, who was both domineering and gentle...
But how could that be?
Just a moment ago, the doctor had given him a thorough examination, saying he hadn’t recovered his memory.
But why did she see Lu Jihan tightly holding her small hand, keeping it close to his chest, afraid she might feel cold?
"You..."
However, as soon as Song Yinyin began to speak, Lu Jihan’s expression turned indifferent.
He asked flatly, "Aren’t you hungry?"
Song Yinyin was momentarily stunned, her thoughts unable to keep up with him.
Seconds later, she realized it must be Lu Jihan who was hungry.
She quickly nodded and said, "I am a little hungry, I’ll go buy some food. You wait here for a moment, I’ll go get it right away."
"Okay." Lu Jihan responded softly, no longer looking at her, his expression reverting to its earlier coldness.
Song Yinyin did not know how much Lu Jihan was suppressing his inner self.
He didn’t want Song Yinyin to realize that he had already recovered his memory.
God knows how he longed to hold her soft, delicate body tightly in his arms, to seal her tender lips with his own, yearning to embrace her like before, embedding her into his chest.
But he couldn’t, not yet...
Afraid his intentions would be discovered, Lu Jihan’s handsome brows furrowed tightly.
He deliberately turned his face away, no longer looking at her face.
He feared that with a single impulsive move, he wouldn’t be able to resist pulling her hand and embracing her tightly.
And then tell her, he had already recovered his memory.