Chapter 411 - Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Identifying Whether He Is Gu Yuanzhou (1/2)

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Identifying Whether He Is Gu Yuanzhou

At this very moment, I am keenly aware of my particularly lucid state.

I haven’t been drinking, nor am I dreaming.

I can rationally discern whether the person beside me is human or a ghost.

I have tried to hold his hand, and it was warm.

Ghosts have no warmth, but he does!

Therefore, I can roughly conjecture.

This man must have done more than three things.

When I was attacked by someone set up by Jiang Jiaying at the logistics park opening last time, someone came out of the shadows to save me, and it is likely this man.

The second time was when he delivered a durian cake to me, helped me hang up my clothes, and so on.

And now, he has brought me medicine.

To accomplish these three things is certainly no coincidence; he must understand me very, very well, and there’s only one name in my heart for this person.

But I can’t say it now for fear of startling him.

“Do you need anything else?”

he asked me.

“As you can see, I am blind; my vision is limited, and I can’t see. I know you must be a very kind volunteer, so how about this, could you help me with a small favor before you leave?”

“What do you need?”

“A lot of things, but first, help me into the house!”

Under my insistence, he did not leave.

“I would like to drink some tea, could you help me make some? There’s a kettle in the kitchen for boiling water, and the tea should be next to the fridge. Thank you very much!”

I sat down on the sofa and began to fiddle with my phone.

The man did not refuse; his footsteps gradually moved toward the kitchen.

While I cannot see clearly, I can still make out that vague figure through the periphery of my vision and the gauze.

Actually, I’m also not too sure if he is Gu Yuanzhou.

Because his voice now is quite different from the past.

After about fifteen minutes, he brought out the tea he’d prepared from the kitchen and placed it in front of me.

“Your tea is ready!”

Three words, his voice hoarse.

In fact, overall, he does seem somewhat similar to Gu Yuanzhou, but his voice is hoarser.

“What kind of tea is this?”

I asked, smelling the fragrance of the tea.

“Green mandarin, aged tangerine peel, chrysanthemum, and cassia seeds…”

“Uh, why this tea? I don’t recall ever buying it!”

I felt the name of the tea was very unfamiliar, and he immediately explained:

“It’s good for the eyes! It should benefit your vision.”

“Oh!”

I held the cup with both hands and carefully took a sip, its sweetness infused with moisture.

After it went down my throat, I felt a lot more comfortable.

“Is it good?”

“Very good! I used to really dislike tangerine peel, but now I find I’ve come to accept it.”

“You shouldn’t drink too much though; if you like it, one cup a day is enough.”

“Thank you!”

“Mhm, I’ve made your tea, can I go now?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m feeling a bit hungry now. Could you cook something for me to eat?”

“I could order some takeout for you!”

“I don’t want takeout! I’m sick of it already. I just want some home-cooked food; can you help me with that?”

I began to reminisce about those ten years of marriage.

In fact, Gu Yuanzhou did pamper me quite a bit.

When I was pregnant with our first child, my morning sickness was severe, and I would throw up anything I ate.

I also couldn’t stand the smell of fishiness; just placing any fish in front of me would immediately make me vomit.

I grew thinner with each passing day during the first three months.

Gu Yuanzhou tried to hire several cooks, but none of their dishes suited my taste.