But ever since he met Luo Wenchuan, eating has become different. He likes the bright eyes and satisfied expression of children when they eat delicious food, and he likes sitting across from them and talking about little things that he wouldn't normally care about.
If you can spend an hour eating a meal like this, chatting and laughing, then the sense of obligation isn't so strong.
From the day she met Luo Wenchuan, Song Ling began to pay attention to which restaurant had special dishes and which restaurant made exquisite desserts.
Luo Wenchuan loves sweet and sour dishes, peach blossom and rose pastries, likes to wear white, and enjoys listening to songs with a strong rhythm.
He never mentioned anything about Luo Wenchuan to Luo Wenchuan, yet he always knew about it and almost made it a habit.
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Outside the ward, family members carrying meals from the hospital cafeteria came and went. Song Ling took a deep breath and then pushed open the door to enter.
There's no point in running away; everyone has to live, no matter who's gone.
Luo Wenchuan, nestled in the soft white pillows, was looking out the window. He hadn't eaten for some time, and his complexion didn't look very good.
Almost instantly, as Song Ling pushed open the door and entered, Luo Wenchuan raised his head. Looking at Song Ling, who had suddenly appeared in the icy ward, his eyes instantly filled with light, like a puppy eagerly awaiting its owner's return.
"Who would want to be a dog?"
Song Ling could never forget what Luo Wenchuan had said.
It must be tough, having to be a good dog in front of others.
When Song Ling thought of the word "dog," she suddenly felt nauseous. Some people look down on dogs, and some people are even worse than dogs.
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan's gaze was on Song Ling. He called out, but received no response.
"Where did Brother Ling go yesterday?"
Song Ling put the food into the bowl and said blankly, "I'm a little tired, so I'll go back and take a nap."
"Ling-ge has been sleeping for a long time, he must be exhausted." Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling with concern in his eyes.
Looking into those eyes, Song Ling suddenly felt as if what she had heard yesterday was a nightmare. When she woke up, Luo Wenchuan was still that unseen piece of gold in Song County.
Song Ling had once hoped to brush away the dust from Luo Wenchuan and let everyone see Luo Wenchuan's brilliance, but only today did he realize that this person was far more "dazzling" than he had imagined.
Enigma, the youngest son of Luo Huaishan, how could he ever be tarnished?
"Have you had lunch yet?" Song Ling asked.
"No, I'm waiting for Brother Ling."
"What about dinner?" Song Ling asked, referring to last night.
No, I'm waiting for you.
"Noon." Song Ling didn't know why he asked, but he asked the question almost obsessively.
No, not at all.
Luo Wenchuan's voice was very soft. He hadn't eaten anything all day since Song Ling left yesterday morning. Song Ling's tracking information showed that she went to the hospital after leaving the restaurant, and then returned home, which made him very uneasy.
No.
Luo Wenchuan was full of lies, but Song Ling believed this one. Looking at Luo Wenchuan's slightly bluish eyes, Song Ling felt a jumble of emotions, unable to discern what he was feeling.
Unable to speak, she could only hand him the food. Even knowing that this person had lied to him, Song Ling still couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Feeling sorry for this person and taking care of this person has even become a habit for Song Ling.
A small table was set up on the bed, and Song Ling placed chopsticks across the bowl.
Luo Wenchuan didn't touch his chopsticks, but just quietly watched Song Ling. He felt that Song Ling was different from usual. In the past, there was a fire in Song Ling's eyes, a fire that was enough to illuminate the deep night and would never be extinguished. But today, Luo Wenchuan didn't see that fire; all he saw was the dark, silent pool.
"Brother Ling, is Qinghe in trouble?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
Song Ling sat on the stool, glancing at the bright red sweet and sour pork in the white porcelain bowl: "No, I'm just a little tired."
"If Brother Ling is tired, he should take a nap."
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"good."
Seeing that Song Ling had agreed, Luo Wenchuan was just about to put the small table aside and let Song Ling sit down when he saw Song Ling walk to the bed for the caregiver and lie down.
During the past few days in the hospital, the two of them slept mostly in one small bed, but today Song Ling lay on another bed that she had never used before.
Something must have happened.
What is it? What exactly did Song Ling know?
Looking at the person lying on the bed with their back to him, Luo Wenchuan suddenly felt a little flustered. He rarely panicked, and he was always meticulous in his work, but this time, he was very flustered.
He feared that the fire in Song Ling's eyes would never reignite, and he was even more afraid that this person would drift further and further away from him.
The clock hanging in the ward reminded everyone of the passage of time. The food on the small table remained untouched. Luo Wenchuan lay in bed until the nurse came to administer an IV drip.
A few days ago at this time, Song Ling would sit by his bedside, pull him into her arms, hold his wrist and hand it to the nurse, then whisper in his ear, "It doesn't hurt."
But today, this person is still lying in bed, as if escaping from something, or perhaps having lost the motivation to get out of bed.
"Your blood sugar has been a little low these past two days. At your age, there's no need to specifically control your blood sugar. Eating more nutritious food will help with your recovery," the nurse reminded her after inserting the IV.
Song Ling heard this. After the nurse left, Song Ling sat up in bed and saw the untouched food on the small table.
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, his eyes stinging with tears. He really wanted to ask why this person hadn't coaxed him to eat today.
"Why aren't you eating?" Song Ling spoke first. He looked at Luo Wenchuan with a hint of barely perceptible anger in his eyes. He didn't understand why some people would be willing to debase themselves to gain sympathy.
"It hurts." Luo Wenchuan's left hand was wrapped in gauze, and his right hand had a new cannula needle with the other end connected to an IV tubing, so he couldn't exert any force.
Song Ling took a deep breath, got up and took the food to the microwave in the duty room to heat it up. After bringing it back, she personally fed it to Luo Wenchuan.
The dish was sweet. Luo Wenchuan's gaze fell on Song Ling's slightly furrowed brows as he mechanically chewed and swallowed, completely unaware of the taste of the food he was swallowing.
Halfway through feeding her, Song Ling got up to pour a glass of warm water.
It's not a good habit to drink water while eating, but he remembered that Luo Wenchuan had a thin voice and wouldn't be able to swallow the hard food without some soup or water.
Song Ling always remembered these little things. In other people's eyes, Luo Wenchuan's sacrifices were excessive and lacked any dignity.
But only Luo Wenchuan could truly understand the subtle, pervasive love Song Ling had for him, a love that permeated every aspect of their lives.
Habits are terrifying, and Luo Wenchuan was already trapped in Song Ling's subtle tenderness, unable to extricate himself.
He can detect any change in these feelings of affection immediately.
"Brother Ling, I bought you something."
Luo Wenchuan took a box out from under his pillow, and Song Ling also took a velvet box out of his pocket.
Luo Wenchuan paused for a moment when he saw the box in Song Ling's hand.
What is it...?
What could it be?
"I also have something to give you."
Song Ling opened the box. Inside the small red velvet box were two exquisite metal rings, which looked like a pair. Upon closer inspection, they had different patterns inside, understated and subtle.
Enigma's suppression rings are not available for sale on the market. This pair of suppression rings was commissioned by Song Ling from General Xiao at the Imperial Research Institute when he was in the military.
An alpha inhibition loop and an enigma inhibition loop.
The outer layer is glossy, and on the side that touches the wrist, a simplified peach blossom is engraved. With just a few strokes, it simplifies the complex without being too rigid, making it exceptionally beautiful.
Luo Wenchuan used to look down on these pairs of accessories, but now he really likes them.
"For me?" Luo Wenchuan's face lit up with joy.
"right."
Song Ling placed the box on the small table in front of Luo Wenchuan and pushed it towards him.
In that instant, a glimmer of light appeared in Luo Wenchuan's eyes, but Song Ling's eyes could no longer see even a spark of fire.
The two inhibition rings were a pair, and he had originally planned to give one of them to Luo Wenchuan for his birthday in a few days. Now, he didn't want either of the inhibition rings anymore, and he wouldn't need them in the future.
"Brother Ling, can you help me put it on?" Luo Wenchuan asked.
Song Ling took the Enigma suppression ring out of the box and put it on Luo Wenchuan's wrist.
The child's arms were very white, a sickly color from years of lack of sunlight.
Luo Wenchuan looked at the suppression ring on his wrist, and couldn't help but smile. He liked it very much; he had never liked anything so much before. It was a gift from Song Ling, and he would wear it carefully.
"Ling-ge, wear it too, it's a pair." Luo Wenchuan emphasized that it was a pair, and he looked at Song Ling, but Song Ling did not move.
"Brother Ling?"
Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling expectantly, and the next second, Song Ling reached out and closed the box.
"Brother Ling, what's wrong?"
"This is for you." Song Ling repeated the sentence, and then said, "You can give it to whoever you like in the future."
"Brother Ling, what are you saying? I like you. Put it on."
Luo Wenchuan didn't quite understand what Song Ling meant; he was still immersed in the joy of receiving the gift.
Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan and suddenly felt a little confused.
How did this person manage to say he liked him while simultaneously presenting Qinghe to Luo Huaishan with both hands?
What does it feel like to live under a facade all the time?
"Wen Chuan, after the contract is signed, you will stop attacking Qing He, right?"
Luo Wenchuan's face darkened immediately upon hearing those words.
He looked up at Song Ling. Sitting in front of him was a proud young master who grew up in the capital and exuded a sense of aloofness, a decisive and brave rookie when carrying out missions, a top Alpha, in short, Song Ling who was not his.
"Brother Ling, what are you saying?" Luo Wenchuan tried to salvage the friendship that had already fallen into the rolling river and flowed away with the current.
“I think you should understand, Young Master Luo.”