Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 248 Hopeless

Lin Yue looks forward to her journey home from get off work the most each day.

It's not because I can remove my makeup and change clothes, nor is it because I can lie in bed and scroll through my phone.

It's because there's someone there who's been waiting for her to come home.

She had never felt this way before.

Whether in elementary school, middle school, or high school, she always kept to herself.

After school, while other students were picked up by others, she walked alone.

The parent-teacher meeting was held, and all the other parents were there, but her seat was empty.

It's Chinese New Year, and while other families are celebrating with great fanfare, her house is cold and quiet.

Sometimes my parents aren't home; either my mom or my dad isn't home.

If two people are home at the same time, they are bound to fight and argue.

The plate fell to the ground and shattered.

She crouched in the room, covered her ears, and waited for the noise to stop before coming out to tidy up.

She has never experienced the feeling of love since she was a child.

So she really hoped that someone would wait for her to come home.

The streetlights at the alley entrance were on, casting a dim, yellowish light on the ground.

She saw the figure from afar.

Standing there blankly, like a statue, under the streetlight, holding a thermos in his hand.

She couldn't help but chuckle and quickly walked over.

The high heels clicked and clacked on the stone pavement, their rhythm light and quick.

Hearing the sound of high heels behind her, Song Huan immediately turned around.

He saw Lin Yue walk over, wearing that silver sequined dress, her hair was curled into big waves, her face was made up, and her lips were painted red.

He held up the insulated box in his hand, as if presenting a treasure.

"You're back."

Lin Yue walked up to him and looked down at the insulated box.

"What is this?"

"meal……"

Song Huan held the insulated box up a little higher, "This is a late-night snack I prepared for you."

Lin Yue couldn't help but laugh. "I've seen people give flowers and money to girls, but I've never seen anyone give food to a girl."

Song Huan became a little nervous. "Don't you like it?"

He didn't understand these things; he only knew to give what he could.

Lin Yue rolled her eyes at him, took the insulated box, and opened the lid.

Inside lay a steamed sea bass, topped with shredded scallions and ginger, and drizzled with soy sauce. Steam rose from the fish, making it appear hazy and white.

She paused for a moment.

It was her favorite dish.

She put the lid on. "Does your school have a kitchen?"

Song Huan shook her head. "No."

"Where did you cook your meal?"

Song Huan answered honestly, "There's a restaurant next to our school. I cleaned the whole place for the owner, and he agreed to let me use the kitchen for a bit."

Lin Yue looked at him.

He stood under the streetlight, wearing a faded T-shirt, his hair a little messy, with a simple, honest smile on his face.

She suddenly felt a lump in her throat. "Are you stupid? You can come to my house."

Song Huan scratched her head. "But didn't you say I couldn't go to your house until I'd won you over?"

"Oh, right." Lin Yue thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up. "Then how about this: you help me sweep the floor, and I'll let you use the kitchen!"

Song Huan thought it was a good idea and nodded vigorously.

For the next few days, Song Huan came every day.

At nine o'clock in the evening, he appeared on time under the streetlight at the alley entrance, carrying a thermos box.

Braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, scrambled eggs with tomatoes—a different dish every day.

Lin Yue had grown accustomed to this life where she could have a hot meal every day after get off work.

Sometimes when she came home early, she would stand at the alley entrance and wait for him.

I saw him walking towards me from afar, carrying a thermos in his hand, his steps hurried.

She stood there, watching him approach, the streetlights casting long shadows of him.

She suddenly felt that this kind of life wasn't so bad after all.

Although Song Huan was a bit simple-minded, she felt that he was much better than the men outside.

……

Early that morning, Lin Yue was suddenly awakened from her sleep.

A sharp, cramping pain shot through my lower abdomen, like something was twisting inside.

She clutched her stomach, her face pale, and scrambled into the toilet.

When I came out, my legs were so weak.

She leaned against the wall, slowly walked to the bedside, sat down, and looked pale.

She picked up her phone and immediately sent a message to Song Huan.

"I have a stomach ache."

I waited for a while, but there was no reply.

He must not be awake.

She was very annoyed and dialed the number directly.

The phone rang several times, then I answered it.

There was a whooshing sound from that direction.

Song Huan must have run to the balcony to receive it.

"Feed? What's wrong?"

His voice was still a little hoarse, as if he hadn't woken up properly.

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment.

Did I go a bit too far?

My stomach hurts, what does it have to do with him?

But she just felt uncomfortable.

Whether physiologically or psychologically.

She opened her mouth, as if to say she was fine, but what came out was, "My stomach hurts."

The voice was soft and tinged with grievance.

The other end quickly replied, "Okay, wait for me."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Yue put down her phone, leaned against the headboard, and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

My stomach is still hurting, it's cramping.

She closed her eyes and waited.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt very at ease.

It seemed that once he said "wait for me" on the phone, she really calmed down.

She almost fell asleep when there was a knock on the door.

She got out of bed, walked over, and opened the door.

Song Huan stood at the door, wearing a thin jacket, her hair sticking up, and her eyes a little red.

He was carrying a plastic bag containing medicine boxes.

He was stunned when he saw her.

She was wearing pajamas, her hair was loose, her face was as white as paper, and her lips were almost bloodless.

She stood at the door, looking at him, her eyes reddening.

"My stomach hurts," she said, her voice hoarse.

Song Huan knew she had started her period.

He had seen her in pain once, and at that time she insisted that she was fine.

This time, we can't hold on any longer.

He came in, helped her sit on the sofa, took out ibuprofen from the plastic bag, unwrapped the packaging, and handed the pills to her.

Lin Yue took it, glanced at it, and asked with some concern, "Is this medicine safe to take? Will it have any side effects?"

Song Huan then took out another piece of paper from the plastic bag and unfolded it.

The paper was wrinkled, with the edges rolled up, and it was covered with dense writing.

He cleared his throat and began to read.

Q: Can I take ibuprofen for menstrual cramps? A: Yes. Ibuprofen is a prostaglandin synthase inhibitor that can effectively relieve menstrual cramps. It is recommended to take it at the onset of pain, and taking it after meals can reduce stomach discomfort. The usual dose is 200 to 400 mg at a time, and should not exceed 1200 mg per day.

He read very slowly, word by word, as if he were reading a textbook.

After he finished reading, he looked up, a little embarrassed.

"I don't understand it either, but I was afraid I'd forget it, so I wrote it down."

Lin Yue looked at the note in his hand, at his hair sticking up because he was running too fast, and at the bluish-gray circles under his eyes.

Her eyes welled up with tears.

Tears fell, drop by drop, landing on the back of my hand.

She quickly wiped it with the back of her hand, then wiped it again.

But it can't be wiped clean.

She took the pill, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it with the water he handed her.

Then she leaned on his shoulder, buried her face in his clothes, and cried.

Song Huan didn't know why she was crying, and her hand hung in mid-air, unsure of what to do.

Finally, I gently placed my hand on her back and patted her twice. "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head.

He nodded again.

He shook his head again.

He doesn't understand.

But only she knew that from that moment on, she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

This silly, clumsy man would run over to bring her medicine in the early hours of the morning and write down the doctor's words on a piece of paper.

This is the best man in the world.

She didn't know what love was before.

Now she knows.

Love is when you have a stomachache, there's someone who will run to your side no matter what time it is or how far away they are.

He carried medicine, a note, and his clumsy, burning heart.

The sky outside the window was getting light, still a hazy gray.

The streetlights were still on, illuminating the empty alleyway.

He passed by that lamp every day.

She waits for him every day.