Inlaid With Jade - Chapter 97

Chapter 97
Hug me

When Lin Yu’s voice sounded in this gloomy imperial prison, Li Heming thought he had hallucinations. Similar to Ji County, Lin Yu suddenly appeared on the busy streets, looking at him with a smile as if it were a daydream. However, He San, who shouldn’t have appeared in the dream, reminded him that the person before him couldn’t be more real.

Li Heming felt that the imperial prison of the Northern Office was too dark. When the criminals wore the same plain white prison clothes and slumped in the cell, if you didn’t hold a lamp to look closely at their faces, you couldn’t even tell whether they were human or ghosts. Yet, at this time, he felt the light in the prison didn’t seem as dim as before. At least when he heard the trembling “Second Brother” and raised his head, he saw the tears in Lin Yu’s eyes clearly at a glance.

Lin Yu also saw his appearance clearly at this moment.

She was wearing a moon-colored dress similar to the color of his prison uniform, with a strand of satin-like black hair hanging down in front of her ears. She had a charming appearance, but under the dim light, the strand of hair made her face look pale, and even her beautiful red lips seemed to have lost their color.

Li Heming saw that her hands holding the veil were shaking, even more than when he was unconscious and sweating last night. She seemed to be afraid, but her face was full of sorrow.

Li Heming suddenly hated the oil lamp that Wei Lin had kindly hung on the wall and despised the lights that never went out in the prison day and night, exposing his miserable posture to Lin Yu honestly.

Twice after a long absence, she appeared in front of him without any preparation, catching him off guard. People said that one couldn’t fake instantaneous reactions. When he saw Lin Yu, Li Heming picked up the blood-stained prison uniform on the bed and put it on. His movements were too hasty, pulling the newly bandaged wound and causing his eyebrows to tighten. It was one thing to deliberately say some nonsense at home to make Lin Yu miss him, but it was another thing for her to see him with her own eyes that he was covered with bruises and became a prisoner.

Lin Jing was right. No man would expose his injuries and let his wife worry about him.

Uncaring about his unhealed injuries, Li Heming put his arms into his sleeves, closed his lapels, and tied the blood-stained belt twice, covering his strong body wrapped in the white cloth. He was a bit rushed, but his face was steady, not showing any panic at all. He even glanced at He San coldly, causing He San’s back hair to stand up, and a bone-piercing chill suddenly ran through his spine like a knife passing through.

He San opened the door, not daring to look at Li Heming’s eyes, and said to Lin Yu: “You can only stay for half an hour at most. I will return to take you out when the incense burns out.”

After saying that, he took a thin stick of incense from his arms, lit it with an oil lamp, placed it at the door, and then left quickly. Li Heming probably would have drawn his knife and nailed him to the wall if he had been a step later.

Lin Yu’s feet seemed stuck to the ground. She stared at Li Heming and couldn’t move for a long time.

Li Heming raised his head and looked at her through the cell. He chuckled weakly and then spread his hands, revealing a blood-stained prison uniform: “Qiqi, hug me.”

His attitude was completely different from that in front of He San just now. His state suddenly changed when Lin Yu was the only one left before him. In this short moment, he seemed to take off the mask he had been holding up all the time, remove half of his energy, and suddenly become weak.

Lin Yu did not hesitate at all. In a few steps, she almost ran to Li Heming, took off her veil, and threw it on the ground. She knelt before him without hesitation and hugged him.

She did not hug him tightly or use any force. Her slender arms were around his waist, and she hugged him lightly. She only dared to put her hands lightly on his back.

She knelt, and he sat. This posture was enough for Li Heming to put his body weight on her. He was not polite and bent his broad back with all his strength, giving himself to Lin Yu’s arms without caring whether his blood stains would spoil Lin Yu’s clean clothes. He tightened his strong arms, hugged her thin but warm back, put his blood-stained cheek against her ear, and sniffed her fragrance.

Men were the most difficult. He clearly did not want Lin Yu to see him like this. But when she hugged him, Li Heming closed his eyes and said, “Why did you come so late?”

The tears Lin Yu had stopped with great difficulty overflowed again because of this complaint sentence. She didn’t cry out loud, but Li Heming could feel the wetness on his shoulders.

She clumsily touched the white cloth wrapped around his back and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Li Heming smiled with satisfaction. He felt the fingers on his back moving around carefully and tremblingly. Enjoying Lin Yu’s pity for him with peace of mind, he kissed her hair and whispered, “Yes. When you came, it hurt like hell.”