Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 56

It seemed the other person cared about her a lot. Shadow Killer finally felt a little relieved.

“You’re not useless. You can do some chores at my place,” the doctor said lightly, as if the plan was already settled. “Do you know how to do housework?”

“A little,” Shadow Killer stretched out her hand and awkwardly gestured. “But I’m better at cooking. When I lived with my foster parents, they were both chefs. I learned from them.”

“Then it’s settled.” The doctor looked like she was used to making decisions quickly and casually.

After making the decision, the doctor’s guilt eased a lot, and she looked much more relaxed.

“Xi’er, when I helped you wash up last time, I realized you’re actually pretty good-looking,” the doctor teased Shadow Killer seriously.

“Really?” Shadow Killer shifted her focus to the fact that the doctor personally helped her bathe. She regretted that she had been unconscious then and couldn’t flirt with such a beauty, so she quickly asked, “Why doesn’t a young lady like you hire a servant?”

The doctor hesitated for a long time before finally biting the bullet and revealing the truth: “Only Uncle Li handles repairs at home. And only Aunt Zhang takes care of cleaning. My father doesn’t trust anyone else. What if the new servants are spies sent by our enemies?”

“Then aren’t you afraid I’m sent by your enemies?” Shadow Killer teased.

“No.” The doctor said, “I trust you.”

Trusting others is a good thing, but unfortunately, the doctor had trusted the wrong person. Shadow Killer felt a bit sad thinking about it.

She was a target. If the doctor fell for her and completed her mission, everything would become much easier. With this thought, Shadow Killer kept convincing herself not to have any feelings that weren’t supposed to be there, and felt frustrated for almost developing emotions.

“Why are you so good to me?” Shadow Killer threw out a question. She wasn’t sure if she should ask it. If the doctor was more suspicious, she might notice something was off and her identity would be exposed. That would be enough to ruin everything.

“You saved me,” the doctor repeated clearly. She felt that sentence explained all her actions.

So, the doctor was only being kind out of gratitude and guilt. Shadow Killer couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

Days passed like flowing water. Shadow Killer’s injuries gradually healed under the doctor’s care. Sometimes she even walked around a little to loosen her muscles, but her activity was still very limited. So far, she hadn’t even met the doctor’s parents. Shadow Killer vaguely guessed that they didn’t want her to stay — the doctor must have faced some resistance making this decision.

Changing bandages was painful, but not unbearable. The doctor’s gentle and careful movements didn’t cause unnecessary pain. Shadow Killer got used to watching the doctor’s focused face and thought she looked beautiful at these moments.

The doctor seemed to notice the burning look in Shadow Killer’s eyes, looked up, and gave her a gentle smile. Shadow Killer almost wished she could die in this soft warmth right then.

A little taste and then stop. Shadow Killer warned herself not to get carried away by just this little bit. Otherwise, all her years as an assassin would have been for nothing.

The doctor had formed a habit of coming to chat with Shadow Killer at fixed times every day. The initial distance between them had long disappeared.

One day, after changing Shadow Killer’s bandages, the doctor didn’t stay long. Recently, the medicine’s side effects were strong; Shadow Killer felt dizzy, anxious, and lonely.

In the middle of the night, Shadow Killer felt something was wrong, like someone was sitting beside her. She quickly suppressed the reflex and pulled back her hand, relaxing the tension.

“Why are you here?” Shadow Killer’s throat was dry and she struggled to speak clearly.

“I heard you making noises in your room,” the doctor said softly. In the dark, Shadow Killer could make out her outline and hear her caring voice.

She was becoming more and more attractive.

“Noises?” Shadow Killer tensed up. She knew she wasn’t feeling well lately, and it was normal to have strange dreams, but she was afraid she might accidentally reveal information in her sleep.

“Yes.” The doctor held a cup of water and put it on the bedside table. The clink of the cup and her soft voice blended together. “You looked scared and restless on the bed. I was worried about your injury and came to check on you.”

That made sense. No wonder she felt so uneasy just waking up.

“I’m fine,” Shadow Killer said unclearly and lay back down, though her sleep was gone. She really was a little moved by the doctor. She couldn’t lie to herself.

Just a crush, nothing more. A one-sided feeling. Shadow Killer tried to kill the faint emotion before it grew.

After waiting for a while, the doctor still didn’t leave.

“Aren’t you going back to sleep?” Shadow Killer buried her head in the blanket, voice muffled.

“I’ll sleep here,” the doctor said softly. “My room is too far away. At this late hour, if I walk around upstairs, it might disturb the security guards.”

What? Shadow Killer almost jumped out of bed. Her injuries were mostly healed, but the doctor’s request was so sudden.

It was just sleeping together. She told herself it was no big deal and she was overthinking.

“Is that okay?” The doctor’s airy voice was like a soft feather, gently stirring Shadow Killer’s heartstrings.

Shadow Killer didn’t answer but acted. She scooted to one side of the bed, making room, then lifted the blanket and patted the empty space, looking up at the doctor.

The doctor smiled knowingly, wore loose pajamas, and slipped under the covers beside Shadow Killer.

Shadow Killer didn’t dare move, lying still like a corpse. She heard the doctor’s low laughter, then felt warm breath near her ear. This feeling was a disaster — from the ear, the warmth spread throughout her body, making her feel ticklish and strange.

The doctor’s hand reached out and held Shadow Killer’s. Shadow Killer didn’t move; she was too shocked by the doctor’s boldness to react, afraid the doctor might do even more.

Luckily, the doctor stopped moving and soon fell asleep. Only Shadow Killer stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, speechless.

She couldn’t sleep. Maybe the doctor’s faint medicinal scent was messing with her nose. The steady breathing by her ear echoed in her mind. And the doctor’s hand holding hers, though not warm, made her sweat nervously.

She struggled, repeating “Stay awake, don’t fall asleep,” and finally gave in, falling asleep in the smallest, most clingy posture she could manage. Unknowingly, the doctor had pulled her into a warm embrace. Shadow Killer’s mind blurred, only feeling comfort from behind and unconsciously leaning into that soft arms.

The next morning, Shadow Killer woke to find the doctor gone. The blanket was neatly covering her, and there was a cup of water on the nightstand. If it weren’t for that, she might have thought the night’s events were just a dream — a result of her body’s youthful desires and her feelings for the doctor mixing in her mind.

Luckily, it wasn’t a wild dream. Shadow Killer breathed a sigh of relief and actually felt excited.

“What are you thinking about? You look so funny.” The doctor came in carrying a bag, trying to sound serious but failing. “I bought you some clothes. I don’t know if they’ll fit. Try them on. If not, I’ll get someone to alter them.”

Shadow Killer held the clothes blankly. The doctor thought she looked like she might turn silly from happiness, but Shadow Killer was just worried. The doctor’s kindness wasn’t just surface-level care; she really put thought into it. And Shadow Killer’s feelings for the doctor were no longer just gratitude — it had become something more ambiguous.

Shadow Killer took the clothes and got out of bed. She stared at the mirror, lost in thought.

“Come on, put it on! I’m waiting to see how it looks,” the doctor urged.

Shadow Killer shook her head, as if trying to forget all the troubles, then started undressing. Since her injury began healing, she insisted on wearing clothes. Going around naked was hard to accept — this wasn’t some strange hobby of hers.

She stopped after unbuttoning the first button, looking awkwardly at the doctor. The doctor finally realized and calmly said, “I’ve seen you before. When you were unconscious and injured, I washed you from head to toe.”

Shadow Killer scratched her head but still hesitated to continue. Changing clothes with someone watching was really hard for her. But the doctor didn’t care — she stepped forward and quickly undid all the buttons on Shadow Killer’s front, not waiting for resistance, and took off her clothes in one swift move.

Cold. Goosebumps ran all over Shadow Killer’s skin, making her shiver. The doctor shivered too, but hers was from excitement.

“Look up.” The doctor lifted Shadow Killer’s chin, forcing her to look at the mirror. In the reflection stood two women — one half-dressed, with white bandages tightly wrapped around her pale chest.

Shadow Killer avoided the embarrassing scene. The doctor looked at the reflection too, then lowered her head and whispered close to Shadow Killer’s ear, “I’ve realized I really like you.”