Chapter 2184 You are my only color 1
When Wen Jin finished the last bit of work in a somewhat mechanical way, he realized belatedly that Jin Chen had just come in.
The conversation resurfaced in his mind, and he felt a little flustered for no reason.
Will Jinchen... leave here?
Wen Jin suddenly stood up, but everything in front of him went dark.
The pupil exploded as if pricked by a needle, and blood spread inside the eyeball.
He staggered and held onto the edge of the table.
"Sir!" The assistant rushed in to help him, but his hand was waved away and hit the wall light switch.
In the suddenly dark room, Wen Jin held on to the edge of the table for a long time. His eyeballs felt like they were burning, and then he realized that he had become temporarily blind again.
"Xiaochen...where is Xiaochen?" Wen Jin asked.
The assistant was stunned for a moment, "...Master Jin seems to have just left the main house."
After all, the manor is so big that he really didn't know where Jinchen had gone for a moment.
Wen Jin's anxiety suddenly reached its peak, and he couldn't even tell whether he was more nervous or angry.
He clutched the table tightly, his bloodshot eyes were a little dazed, and his voice was filled with rare panic, "Go check his location!"
The assistant hesitated at the door: "Sir, your eyes..."
"Going right now."
The veins on Wen Jin's forehead were throbbing. In the darkness, he seemed to see Jin Chen standing at the door again, the richest paint spreading on his fingertips, like the only color dripping into his black and white world.
But this time, even that hint of color disappeared.
The study fell into deathly silence, with only the second hand of the wall clock ticking out a heart-pounding rhythm beside my ears.
Wen Jin held the edge of the table, his fingertips leaving deep indentations in the wood grain.
"Really gone?" Wen Jin muttered to himself, groping on the table with his palm and knocking over the desk lamp.
The sound of the glass cover breaking made him silent for a few seconds. He remembered the paint bottle that Jinchen broke in the studio last night, and said arrogantly that he was frightened and had to work overtime to get better.
The servant who caught up with him tried to help him, but was pushed away and scolded to go out, allowing the bodyguard to come in.
When Wen Jin fell blind, he thought he was in a very miserable state and did not allow any unsafe people to be around him.
He stumbled toward the door, his knees hitting the swivel chair and he fell heavily to the floor.
He groped his way up out of habit, his fingertips touching the documents scattered on the carpet, and he couldn't help but think of Jinchen sitting here a few days ago, accompanying him to review documents until late at night.
Faint light came in from the floor-to-ceiling window at the end of the corridor, but Wen Jin could only see a blur of gray.
"Mr. Wen!" The voices of the medical team came from the stairs, but Wen Jin ignored them.
He continued to grope forward, and the moment his fingertips touched the door handle, he suddenly heard familiar footsteps.
"Wen Jin?" Jin Chen's voice was filled with helplessness and heartache, and the sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
Wen Jin froze in place, his breathing quickening.
He felt warm hands covering his eyes, smelling of disinfectant.
Wen Jin grabbed Jin Chen's hand fiercely, "You..."
"I didn't leave. I just went to your team to get medicine." Jin Chen sighed and put his other hand around his waist. "How can your eyes be better if you refuse to listen to me?"
Who would have thought that just after getting the medicine, he saw the assistant hurriedly bringing people to search the manor.
Wen Jin suddenly turned around and hugged Jin Chen tightly in his arms.
He couldn't see Jinchen's expression, but he could feel the other's heartbeat through his shirt, gradually synchronizing with his own disordered and frightened heartbeat.
"I thought you were gone."
Wen Jin's voice trembled a little, and his fingertips groped on Jin Chen's back, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.
Jin Chen lowered his head and hugged him, his breath sweeping across his ear: "If I really wanted to leave, I wouldn't have waited for you to have someone search me."
He gently pried Wen Jin's hands apart and simply held him horizontally, "Go back to the room and check your eyes."
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"We have encountered this situation before, Mr. Wen. It was temporary blindness caused by excessive fatigue."
The attending doctor pushed up his glasses and looked at Jinchen who was standing beside the bed. "Be sure to remind him to take his medication on time."
Jinchen nodded and took the medicine bag handed to him by the doctor.
His fingertips touched the cold glass bottle, he lowered his eyes to look at the label on the bottle and wrote it down carefully.
"Based on past experience, this time it will probably last about half a month."
The doctor packed up the instrument box and reminded, "Remember to let him rest more."
After the doctors left, there was a brief silence in the room.
Wen Jin sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corner of the quilt, trying to capture Jinchen's breath in the air.
But the room was so quiet that it seemed as if the only sound was his breathing.
"Jinchen?" He called out tentatively, his voice seeming a little out of place in the empty room.
no respond.
Wen Jin's heart suddenly sank and his fingers clutched the bed sheets.
He raised his voice again and called out, "Jinchen?"
There was obvious anxiety and uneasiness in his tone.
Still no response.
Wen Jin's breathing became rapid and his throat tightened, as if something was blocking it.
That familiar feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart again, like a thick black fog, making it hard for him to breathe.
At this moment, warm fingers suddenly grasped his palm.
Wen Jin's body stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. He clasped the hand tightly with his backhand, as if he had grasped the only life-saving straw.
"Why don't you speak?" he asked in a low voice, a little angry, squeezing Jinchen's hand so hard that it hurt slightly.
Jin Chen snorted softly, with a hint of teasing and dissatisfaction in his tone: "Don't you think I'm annoying?"
Wen Jin pursed his lips, feeling as if there was a stone stuck in his throat.
"Has the doctor left?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of guilt in his tone.
"gone."
Jinchen pulled his hand away gently, as if trying to break free.
Wen Jin held it even tighter, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.
"Don't go." He whispered, with an imperceptible plea. "...I can't see, and I can't comfort you now."
The next second, Jinchen's arms were around his shoulders, pulling him gently into his arms.
Wen Jin's body trembled slightly, as if a taut string had finally loosened.
He leaned on Jinchen's chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, as if the whole world had quieted down.
"I'm not annoyed by you." He whispered, his voice muffled by Jinchen's clothes, "I'm just... too anxious."
He finally got the chance to bring down Wen Zhong, and he dared not let it go easily.
Jinchen just stroked his back gently, as if soothing a frightened cat.
Wen Jin's heart gradually calmed down, and his fingers unconsciously stroked Jin Chen's back, again and again.
"Don't ignore me, Xiaochen." He whispered, "When I can't see, I can only hear your voice."
Jinchen then lowered his head and gently kissed the top of his head, "Okay, I'll help you apply some medicine."
Jinchen unscrewed the glass bottle of eye drops and used a cotton swab dipped in the cool air to wipe Wen Jin's trembling eyelashes.
"Don't complain that I'm too controlling in the future."
Wen Jin was still frightened and sighed softly, "Okay, it would be better if you could take more care of it."
[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 50! 】
