HRPM – Chapter 447 I’m Sorry, I’m a Cripple

“Luoluo, you must be tired. Go to sleep.”

He gently kissed her weary eyes, his heart aching at the thought of her braving the storm in the middle of the night just to come see him.

“Okay. Let’s sleep together. One, two, three… close our eyes at the same time!”

Perfectly content, Jin Luoluo nestled in his embrace. Leaning against his warm chest, she felt like the happiest person in the world.

But in the middle of the night, she developed a fever.

“Luoluo, your forehead is burning. How do you feel?”

Xiao Luo pressed a hand to her scorching forehead and asked anxiously.

Half-opening her eyes, Jin Luoluo murmured, “Mm… My head feels so heavy, and it keeps throbbing. I must have a fever. Why am I so unlucky?”

Suddenly, Xiao Luo said, “I’m taking you back.”

“Your fever is getting worse. We can’t stay here any longer.”

Always decisive, Xiao Luo immediately picked up her bamboo rain hat, wrapped it around her, and carefully put it on her head.

Jin Luoluo managed to regain a little awareness. Limp in his arms, she spoke weakly,

“How can we leave in this wind and rain? Your legs… they’re not in good condition, and I’m so dizzy. A gust of wind would probably knock me over. Besides, you don’t even have a rain hat. Are you planning to walk all the way back in the rain? You’ll get sick too. Let’s stay here. By morning the rain should have stopped. It’s only a fever—it won’t kill me.”

“Listen to yourself. You’re so feverish you’re talking nonsense.” Xiao Luo looked at her helplessly. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely get you home. A little rain won’t hurt a man. But your temperature keeps rising. We can’t delay this.”

He gazed at her with deep remorse.

“Heh… You were right when you called me a cripple. If my legs weren’t like this, you wouldn’t have to suffer. I’m sorry, Luoluo. Bear with it a little longer. I’ll get you home, no matter what.”

Holding her tightly with one arm, Xiao Luo used the other to turn the wheels of his wheelchair, painstakingly making his way toward the door. His face was filled with urgency, yet his resolve never wavered.

Jin Luoluo’s heart ached at the sight. Her nose stung, and tears threatened to fall.

He was a man whose legs no longer worked. How difficult must it be for him to get her back?

Outside, the wind and rain raged on. The roads were soaked and slippery.

What if he slipped and fell halfway there?

“Xiao Luo, I’m not leaving. If you go out like this, you’ll be drenched. You’ll get sick too. Please don’t go back. Let’s just stay here.”

She clutched tightly at his sleeve, pleading with him.

If he fell ill because of her, her heart would ache just as much.

More than that, she couldn’t bear to watch him struggle through the storm, enduring such hardship just to carry her home.