Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

98. To Leave I

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Chen yawned.

“Sleepy? Then you should go to bed.” Seeing the child yawning, Zhuo Hua went to sleep on the outside of the bed.

“There’s only one bed. Let’s make do with it.”

The child fell asleep not long later.

After Chen fell asleep, Zhuo Hua also closed his eyes.

It was late at night and cold outside.

Zhuo Hua was awakened by a familiar chill.

It probably because he caught a cold today. Zhuo Hua slightly curled up, trembling.

It was summer, but he felt even colder than that in winter.

The winter quilts had been put away by him, and Zhuo Hua was too cold to move now.

Zhuo Hua gritted his teeth and endured the coldness. The warmth coming from Chen next to him made him want to get closer to Chen.

Zhuo Hua pinched his own hand, trying to divert his attention with pain, but it was only in vain.

This pain, compared with that caused by the coldness in his bones, was slight like an ant biting.

Nan Chen actually hadn’t fallen asleep yet. When he felt something strange around him, he used his Mind Sense and found that Zhuo Hua was like a dead man as cold as an ice cube.

Zhuo Hua’s whole body was giving out coldness, and only the faint heartbeat could prove that he was still alive.

Seconds were as long as years, and finally it was dawn. The temperature gradually rose, and Zhuo Hua eventually felt better.

Zhuo Hua thought it occurred only once, but he didn’t expect that every day from that day on would became like that. Day by day, Zhuo Hua was losing weight at a visible speed.

One month passed. Two months passed. Zhuo Hua had been enduring the heart-wrenching torture at night every day.

At the beginning, Zhuo Hua bit his hands hard until they got bloody. Then the weather got warmer, and he could gradually bear the coldness.

Looking at Zhuo Hua enduring the torment day and night, Nan Chen thought he should have felt joyful. But he knew that the emotion in his heart had nothing to do with joy, but unspeakable pain.

‘Forget it. Zhuo Hua only has two or three years to live. When he dies, I should take all my revenge.’

In addition to the pain at night, he had to take care of Chen, including making three meals for him a day.

In the rest of the time, Zhuo Hua sometimes took a nap by himself, or he would take Chen to go fishing. Sometimes, he would tell Chen to hang out with other children in the village.

Since he rescued Chen, the child didn’t speak much. Zhuo Hua thought that the kid might be influenced by his reticence, so he let Zhang Ke’er take Chen to hang out with other children. After all, it was better for this kid to get familiar with people in the village for he might live here for a long time.

However, Zhuo Hua noticed that Chen was reluctant to hang out with other kids. He asked Chen why, but the latter always kept silent.

Gradually, Zhuo Hua dismissed the idea of letting Chen hang out with other children. Anyway, Chen would follow him wherever he went.

Zhuo Hua also adapted to the life with this little kid. But winter was approaching. He had a presentiment that it would be even harder than any previous winters for him. He had used to embrace anything warm in winter.

In order not to hurt Chen when he went mad because of coldness, Zhuo Hua planned to send Chen to Mrs. Zhang’s in winter so that she could help take care of Chen.

There was no autumn in Hexian Village. The last day people might still chat with each other while holding a fan, but the next day, when villagers opened the door, they could see heavy snow.

Thinking that it was going to snow, Zhuo Hua told Chen that he would be sent to Mrs. Zhang’s home at night.

In the middle of the night, Zhuo Hua was awakened by the coldness again. But this time, Chen wasn’t sleeping beside him.