Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Liang Xunâs parents were very open-minded. They would not limit their childrenâs future development.
Liang Xun had liked racing since he was young and was considered talented in it, but extreme sports were very dangerous. Sun Jia said that she supported him, but she was so anxious that she couldnât sleep every night.
She would not tell Liang Xun about these worries. Liang Xun was the one who discovered them later.
He did not see Sun Jia immediately after he got off the operating table.
At that time, he found it strange. Every time he returned from the competition, Sun Jia would be the first to see him.
She had to watch every competition. She had to go to the event location if she could. She had to watch the live-stream if she couldnât.
At that time, he felt very uneasy when he did not see Sun Jia. Moreover, his fatherâs eyes were red and the stubble on his chin had not been shaved clean. This was definitely impossible in the past.
Later, he heard it from Shen Zhao.
Every time he wanted to participate in a competition, Sun Jia was so anxious that she couldnât sleep the entire night. During the period before he was injured, Liang Xun often participated in competitions.
Sun Jia was anxious every day, but she didnât dare to let anyone know. Her mind and body were being tortured. In the end, when she heard that Liang Xun was injured in the arena and might have to be amputated, Sun Jia fainted on the spot.
After that, she fell seriously ill. During that period of time, Mr. Liang stayed in the hospital. He was either in a daze in his sonâs ward with a cold expression or trying his best to make Sun Jia happy with lame jokes in her ward.
When Liang Xun talked about the past, his face was expressionless and his tone was calm, as if he was telling someone elseâs story. However, it was obvious from the fact that he remembered the details so clearly that he cared a lot about this matter. It was the kind of concern that he would remember for the rest of his life.
Jing Yaoâs heart ached. She raised her hand and touched the side of Liang Xunâs face.
Liang Xun was too strong, as if he was omnipotent and invulnerable. However, he wasnât born so strong.
Liang Xun held his breath and reached out to hold Jing Yaoâs hand tightly. He looked straight at her. âIs Yaoyao feeling sorry for me?â
Jing Yao felt as if her hand was scalded. She suddenly wanted to retract it, but her strength was nothing in front of Liang Xun. After struggling for a long time, she was still held tightly and did not move at all.
Jing Yao pursed her lips. âYouâre hurting my hand.â
A trace of panic flashed across Liang Xunâs face. He loosened his grip and hurriedly let go of her.
Jing Yao was originally feeling embarrassed, but when she saw Liang Xunâs series of actions, she couldnât help but laugh.
Her eyes were slightly curved, as if there were countless stars in them. She was happy from the bottom of her heart.
Liang Xun was infected and could not help but laugh.
After laughing, he didnât want to let go of the topic just now. He lowered his voice and asked, âWas Yaoyao feeling sorry for me just now?â
Jing Yao was helpless. Why did he have to ask? He just had to know in his heart.
She leaned over and kissed the corner of Liang Xunâs mouth. She said in a coaxing tone, âYes, yes. My heart aches for the teenage Liang Xun.â
As for this Liang Xun in front of her, he was mature and powerful and full of evil tricks. It was better not to feel sorry for him.
Otherwise, a certain someone would definitely push his luck. At that time, she would be the one to suffer.
However, even so, she was still bullied on the sofa in the end.
Fortunately, Liang Xun was worried about her stomach. Although he was anxious, he didnât dare to be rash. He carefully took care of Jing Yaoâs feelings. Seeing that she was panting and the corners of her eyes were wet, Liang Xun hurriedly stopped.
Jing Yaoâs lips were burning. Liang Xun looked like he wanted to swallow her just now.
âThe skin of my mouth must be broken.â Jing Yao snuggled in Liang Xunâs arms and muttered unhappily.
Liang Xun wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with his thumb and took a closer look at her lips. He heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that they were only a little swollen and red.
Sometimes, he really could not control himself. He would accidentally bite her skin when he kissed her.
âItâs not broken. Iâve seen it.â
As soon as Liang Xun finished speaking, Jing Yao glared at him.
ââ¦â Liang Xun.
âYouâre always like this. Canât you control yourself?â Jing Yao complained in a low voice. âMy mouth hurts when 1 eat. I donât have an appetite. Your son will be hungry.â
Liang Xun was very aroused by her expression and tone and almost lost control again. However, he still had some rationality. He knew that if he lost control now, he probably wouldnât even be able to enter their room at night, so he forcefully held it in..