Chapter 117 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen

Ling Miao had woken, but what made Su Yuyang unsure whether to laugh or cry was that it was the sound of the keyboard which had woken Ling Miao. The doctor had only this to say: the sound of the keyboard had agitated Ling Miao’s mind, so he had woken.

Su Yuyang had called him for nearly half a month and Ling Miao had given him no reaction at all. He’d typed for only two hours and Ling Miao had woken. This made him both happy and melancholy.

Feng Ji received Su Yuyang’s call and rushed over like he was on fire. As he entered the sickroom he saw Su Yuyang’s face, which was sorrowful and joyful at the same time.

After hearing from Su Yuyang the reason Ling Miao had woken up, Feng Ji very traitorously began to laugh.

Su Yuyang glared at Feng Ji, who smiled and said, “So your place in Ling Miao’s heart isn’t as high as his books?”

“Up yours,” Su Yuyang laughed. “What are you doing here? Go do what you need to do.”

Mm, Su Yuyang had called Feng Ji over to be menial labor. Since Ling Miao had regained consciousness, Su Yuyang didn’t intend for him to remain in the hospital. The doctor had also allowed him to be discharged.

Feng Ji had no intention of being menial labor. He sat down and said mysteriously, “I think something’s not right with Ling Miao.”

Su Yuyang grew doubtful. He had thought that Ling Miao’s current condition seemed good. Feng Ji pointed at Ling Miao’s face and explained, “Examine his expression. There’s no light in his eyes. His whole face looks blank, like he’s a scarecrow.”

Now that Feng Ji mentioned it, Su Yuyang took another look—indeed, that was the case. Ling Miao’s responses to both the doctor’s questions and the policeman’s interrogation were slow, his movements stiff, like he was a puppet.

“Doctor.” Su Yuyang pulled the doctor to a corner and asked worriedly, “Xiao Miao’s like a puppet. Will he not return to how he previously was?”

“It’s hard to say,” the doctor said wistfully. “Mostly, it’s because he still has a knot in his heart. If the knot in his heart can be undone, he’ll naturally return to his prior condition. As for what the knot is, you’ll have to find that out yourself.”

The knot in his heart? Su Yuyang thought deeply. Is it Tang Xuan?

Su Yuyang returned to the sickroom and found that the police officers had left. Ling Miao was staring at the ceiling, his eyes dark. He was like a grassy plain burned to the ground after a fire—without a hint of life.

Su Yuyang went slowly over to Ling Miao’s side. He grasped Ling Miao’s hand and kissed it: “Xiao Miao, the doctor says there’s a knot in your heart. Tell me what you’re thinking. Didn’t you want to keep walking down this road with me? In that case, I want to share your pain. Tell me, won’t you?”

Ling Miao’s lips parted and shut as if he was saying something. Su Yuyang moved closer to listen, but he didn’t hear anything.

“Xiao Miao…” Su Yuyang squeezed Ling Miao’s hand, low sobs slipping from between his lips. Ling Miao turned to look at Su Yuyang, and although his gaze was still blank, his eyelashes twitched.

Feng Ji had been observing Ling Miao’s expression the whole time, and the change on Ling Miao’s face didn’t escape his eyes. Feng Ji walked to Su Yuyang’s side and said joyfully, “Ling Miao is reacting to you. When you cried, his expression changed.”

“Really?” Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao with surprised joy and said passionately, “Xiao Miao, if you really care about me, tell me what your troubles are. I’ll share them with you, and solve them with you.”