Returning

Chapter 110 : I Will Help You

Translator : Haven

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Zhao Yu never thought that Shang Lu would not touch her.

In fact, for three years they had been together, they rarely even had such a quiet hug.

Gentle, warm, without a trace of lust, but inexplicably reassuring her.

It was still raining outside, as if it always rained when they met.

It seemed as if even the Gods were tirelessly reminding them how messed up they were when they met four years ago.

But this time, his rationality was not as what it used to be, he no longer firmly kept his distance from her, and even this night, he embraced her to sleep.

When she woke up the next day, Zhao Yu thought that, like the previous time, Shang Lu had gone to work and left her alone.

It was not until she walked to the kitchen, she noticed that he was wearing an apron and was making breakfast.

She almost forgot that he could cook too. In the United States, cooking for him was one of her job as his mistress, but many times she was too busy or she was away, thus he cooked by himself.

Seeing that his right leg visibly trembled, Zhao Yu turned her head to look at the still rainy weather outside the window, she walked closer and took the plate in his hand: "Let me do it."

She had seen with her own eyes how badly his leg was injured, and even his doctor friend said that it was a miracle that he only had sequelae and no disability.

Shang Lu looked down at his right leg and smiled: "I'm used to it, go wash up, it'll be fine soon."

After washing her face, she found a box of ointment in the bathroom drawer. Zhao Yu took it out and asked, "Is this useful?"

She remembered that he didn't use this kind of medicine in the past, but most of those painkillers would make people dependent, and they would not work well after a long time, so they had to be replaced with the new ones.

Shang Lu was pouring milk for her, and replied casually, "It's okay."

Zhao Yu walked up to him and grab his hand, she pulled him to sit down on the sofa at the living room, then she knelt down, she lifted his trouser legs, spread the ointment on her palms, then carefully applied it on his knee.

His knee hurts badly on every rainy day, and she often massaged him like this in the United States.

Shang Lu watched her quietly, he slowly stretched out his hand to brush away the hair blocking her eyes: "What happened four years ago, can you tell me?"

The movements in Zhao Yu's hands did not stop, she looked up at him: "Do you really want to know?"

"En."

As she once said, as long as he wants to know, there are countless ways. He can check it out by himself, or he can ask her directly as he was doing now.

It's just that he never asked.

Because he knew exactly what was most important to him, because he wanted to keep a distance from her, because he was afraid that once he knew exactly what she has been through, he would feel even more distressed, it will completely destroy his sanity.

But last night, after receiving her distress call and seeing the man who caused all her pain with his own eyes, he still couldn't control it.

"That person's name is Zhuang Ye, the son of the chairman of Lanxi Jewelry."