Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 193 - 194: A Look in the Eyes

Shi Mei’s forehead had a fever-reducing patch stuck to it, her beautiful brows tightly knitted, and the IV tube on the back of her hand was still slowly infusing liquid into her body.

Her complexion was pale, lips devoid of any color.

Tears had accumulated across the bridge of her nose, forming a small vortex.

Shi Lingyan walked toward her and gently sat beside her.

Seeing this, Aunt Chen quietly pulled the doctor out and, taking the opportunity, closed the door behind them.

Shi Lingyan’s broad, generous hand gently touched her face.

It was burning hot.

Like a small furnace, scaldingly hot.

Shi Lingyan picked up a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and as he just lifted the covers to tuck her in, suddenly, a hand laid on his without warning.

Shi Mei had opened her eyes at some point and was staring intently at him.

Her gaze was indifferent, dark and formidable, filled with deep, intense hatred, and it was unmistakable.

As if she were looking at a nemesis she could not wait to eliminate.

A stark contrast from her usual self.

As though she had changed into a different person.

Yet within such a gaze, there seemed to be a hint of an intricate emotional thread, faint but the familiarity that shone through was heart-wrenchingly intense.

With just one glance, Shi Lingyan’s heart felt as if it had been thoroughly pierced.

Almost instinctively, Shi Lingyan clasped her hand, feeling as though there was a surge of heat boiling within him.

Their eyes met, speechless.

Shi Mei’s gaze quickly became distant, and in the next moment, her eyes closed once more, her hand’s strength seemingly drained.

Shi Lingyan watched her as if something within his heart was rapidly fading away.

Untouchable, invisible.

But the emptiness caused an unsettling panic.

Suddenly, Shi Lingyan felt an overwhelming sadness.

This sensation came out of nowhere but felt as if it was overturning the world.

He gripped her hand uncontrollably, trying to grasp the elusive something, holding tighter and tighter, pressing deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, the person in the bed let out a sob, crying helplessly with eyes shut tight, then, pouting, opened her eyes and upon seeing Shi Lingyan, she cried out, "Brain... husband..."

Her voice was weak, sweet, and sticky, only slightly frail compared to her usual self.

Shi Lingyan’s hand suddenly relaxed, looking at Shi Mei’s fragile, animal-like eyes, her timid gaze, the hollow feeling in his chest became even more piercing.

Loss overwhelmed him.

Even Shi Lingyan himself did not know what he was missing.

Looking at Shi Mei in such a state, Shi Lingyan’s Adam’s apple moved up and down with difficulty, and with heavy steps, he turned around and opened the door.

Aunt Chen and the doctor both looked over.

Shi Lingyan’s face showed no change, as calm as usual, he said, "She’s awake."

Aunt Chen was overjoyed, and the doctor hurriedly followed her inside.

After two days of high fever, it finally subsided on the third day.

Mr. Shi, upon hearing the news, finally relaxed, "It’s good she has a fever break, good, good. Xiao Chen, remember to simmer some light porridge for her to recover."

Old Lady Shi also breathed a sigh of relief but huffed, "Just a few days ago, we were saying how great Yuejie was, but now how come she can’t even take care of a child? To catch a cold and get sick just like that, really careless," then turned to Aunt Chen, "You too, you know her mind isn’t all there, why didn’t you dress her more warmly? It’s good the fever’s gone now, but if she gets even more foolish because of this, you’ll have to take care of her for the rest of her life!"