Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 30

“What’s your name?” The effects of the anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off yet. Yan Shuangfei’s eyes were still a bit unfocused and dazed.

“Luo Qinghan,” Luo Qinghan said as she looked down at Yan Shuangfei, who was leaning against the headboard. From above, she could see Shuangfei’s head, freshly shaved and wrapped in gauze. Her pale face still carried that soft, gentle look unique to her. “Your name is Yan Shuangfei.”

“Oh…” Yan Shuangfei nodded thoughtfully, looked at Luo Qinghan, yawned, and said lazily, “Sleepy…” Then closed her eyes just like that. Luo Qinghan stared, dumbfounded. Did she really just fall asleep that fast?

“Let’s sleep… together…” Wrapped tightly in the blanket, Shuangfei peeked her small head out, her black eyes locked onto Luo Qinghan, pure and clear.

What’s up with this girl?! Luo Qinghan sighed helplessly. Considering Shuangfei’s injuries, even if she could be carefree, Luo Qinghan couldn’t. Seeing how out of it Shuangfei was right now, she figured it was better not to go along with her nonsense.

“Be good, Shuang’er. Rest well, we’ll talk once you’re healed.” Luo Qinghan said in a tone one might use to coax a child. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d spoken like this. Back then, whenever Shuangfei got moody, Luo Qinghan would coax her just like this—it always worked. Shuangfei never really stayed mad at her. Even when she was wronged, she’d forget it soon after. Such a sweet, forgiving lover… no wonder Luo Qinghan had taken her for granted.

Shuangfei didn’t insist. She blinked her eyes a few times, a layer of mist forming in them, then ducked back under the covers, hiding herself completely—even pulling the IV line into her warm little cocoon.

Luo Qinghan chuckled softly, feeling a bit relieved. Thank goodness. Everything was okay.

Seeing that Shuangfei was asleep, Luo Qinghan stood up. She had been dozing with her head resting on the edge of the bed, and now her neck was sore. She stretched a bit and picked up her phone. As expected, there were a bunch of missed calls—some from her own people, some from the Yan family.

Just as she pulled up the call log, the screen lit up again. It was Yan Shaoqiu. Luo Qinghan stared at the glowing screen for a moment, sighed, then finally swiped to answer—smooth and swift, like summer silk.

“Hello—” Luo Qinghan barely got the word out before Yan Shaoqiu interrupted her.

“Where did you take Yan Shuangfei? It’s Chinese New Year’s Eve and she didn’t come home. Old Master Yan is furious and sent people out everywhere to find her. I was trying to help you keep it quiet, but somehow word got out. You know how much the old man dotes on Shuangfei. If he really gets mad, with the way Shuangfei is now, even I can’t protect you—”

“I get it,” Luo Qinghan cut him off and hung up. Everything was happening just as she expected. Thankfully, she’d moved Shuangfei in time to a safer place for recovery.

She scrolled down through a few more messages. Aside from work-related stuff, nothing too important. Luo Qinghan turned off the phone. She knew that Yan Huaiyuan would definitely come looking, but for now, she just wanted to stay with Shuangfei as long as she could.

Back in the hospital room, she saw that Shuangfei had poked her head out again, staring wide-eyed at her.

Luo Qinghan walked over and saw Shuangfei watching her hopefully. She didn’t know what was going on exactly, but it was undeniably adorable. She instinctively raised her hand to pat her head.

Halfway up, she paused—then instead gently tapped Shuangfei’s forehead. “What’s wrong? Weren’t you going to sleep?”

It’s okay. Hair will grow back, and even deep wounds will eventually heal.

“I can’t sleep…” Shuangfei’s voice was soft, so unlike her usual firm and decisive tone. She looked up at Luo Qinghan with a pitiful expression. Luo Qinghan was stunned. “Why not?”

“My head hurts…” Shuangfei whimpered, curling up under the blanket, “A lot of places hurt…”

Was the anesthesia wearing off? Luo Qinghan saw a sheen of cold sweat on Shuangfei’s forehead and grabbed a warm towel to wipe it off.

“Mmm…” Shuangfei let out a soft hum, with a bit of a nasal tone—it only made her seem more vulnerable. “Still hurting?” Luo Qinghan’s voice was so gentle, even she was surprised by herself.

Shuangfei nodded and buried her head in Luo Qinghan’s warm stomach. “I’m sleepy… but I just can’t fall asleep… it hurts…”

For the first time, Luo Qinghan felt utterly helpless. She thought about calling the nurse for another shot of pain relief.

“She really needs to be careful with that stuff right now,” the doctor replied coldly while still checking something on her phone. She wasn’t even wearing a lab coat. “Her brain injury is serious. If you want her to recover without complications, it’s better not to take the risk. Pain will pass eventually. I believe she can get through it—whether it’s the old Yan Shuangfei or the new one. The real question is: are you willing to go through it with her?”

Looking at the doctor’s icy expression, Luo Qinghan suddenly felt like she was speaking from experience. She nodded in understanding and went back to the room.

Shuangfei was still frowning, biting her blanket, clearly in pain. When she heard Luo Qinghan’s footsteps, she looked up in delight, eyes full of hope, as if expecting Luo Qinghan to make it better.

Seeing her in such misery, Luo Qinghan’s heart ached—but she forced herself to stay calm. She gently wrapped her arms around Shuangfei’s neck. Shuangfei’s uneven breaths brushed against her collarbone. Her trembling hands gripped Luo Qinghan’s clothes as she whimpered, “It hurts…”

“It’s okay. Just sleep. Once you’re asleep, it won’t hurt anymore.” Luo Qinghan softly patted her back to comfort her.

Shuangfei didn’t say anything more. She just kept fidgeting in Luo Qinghan’s arms, restless and clearly uncomfortable.

Luo Qinghan worried she might reopen her wounds and gently held her still, afraid she’d hurt herself more. She kept whispering soothing words, “Just hang on… it’ll pass. Sleep, and the pain will go away.”

She lifted the blanket, letting Shuangfei clutch her tightly. A sharp, piercing pain shot through her own body—but Luo Qinghan bit her lip to keep quiet. She didn’t move, afraid to disturb Shuangfei’s sleep.

Finally, things calmed down. Shuangfei seemed worn out from all the pain and fuss. Though there were still tears at the corners of her eyes, she soon curled up peacefully in Luo Qinghan’s arms, fast asleep. Her frowning face even looked a little cute.