Chapter 1232: Millennium Love Story 37

He went out holding the slip, and just as he closed the doctor's office door, someone appeared in his arms.

"You've been waiting a long time."

Jin Chen embraced Chen Zhu's waist, still using a bit more force than usual to restrain him, and slightly lowered his head to kiss his lips.

"You were amazing today."

Chen Zhu, who had just wiped away his tears, again had slightly reddened eye sockets; he didn't know where the "amazing" was, but it didn't stop his emotions from spilling out.

After embracing for a long time as before, Chen Zhu finally raised his hand to gently pinch Jin Chen's earlobe, a gesture he had recently taken a particular liking to.

"I'll get better."

Like a promise and guarantee, Chen Zhu's expression was serious, his eyes clear: "Believe me."

"Believe you."

Jin Chen had no doubt.

【Villain Blackening Value detected -5, total 13!】

——

Jin Chen knew the healing process was painful, but he never expected it to come so quickly and strangely.

After the second analysis of inner healing, Chen Zhu's condition was clearly different from usual.

Fortunately, there was a newly opened bakery; Chen Zhu had self-taught many new desserts and cake recipes, and the baking process was very healing for him, second only to Jin Chen's companionship.

"Hiss…"

While piping frosting, Chen Zhu accidentally shook his wrist, his forearm bumped the table edge, and the sudden pain made him let out a soft exclamation.

He put down the piping bag, rubbed his wrist and forearm, saw the imperfect lines on the cake's surface caused by the shaking, and suddenly furrowed his brows tightly.

Why did his hand suddenly shake?

Common sense told Chen Zhu that this was just a careless mistake anyone could make.

But his subconscious began to worry.

Could it be that he had taken too much of the medicine whose name he couldn't recall lately, affecting his bodily functions?

Or… something more serious, he had contracted some unknown illness in his body, manifesting as hand tremors and… lack of concentration.

At this moment Chen Zhu forgot that he had repeatedly looked up the side effects of the medication.

He seemed trapped in a thought loop, suddenly untied his apron, sat at Jin Chen's computer, and began searching what disease hand shaking could be.

This year, Baidu had become a favored search companion for netizens, and many began trying to solve daily life problems by browsing Baidu.

Chen Zhu browsed the web pages; many possible causes popped up, he gripped the mouse, and one by one, unconsciously applied them to himself.

In the end he reached a conclusion: he very likely had a terminal illness.

"Bro…?"

Jin Chen, who had just returned from making a phone call on the balcony, was a bit dazed: "Didn't you say you wanted to make a new product? How come…"

The words he hadn't finished saying stopped in his mouth when he saw the webpage.

Chen Zhu, like a child who had done something wrong, quickly lowered his hand and awkwardly touched his nose tip.

"I was just casually looking."

Jin Chen stared for two seconds, confirmed that the search query was just about his hand shaking suddenly, then relaxed.

Then looking at the webpage Chen Zhu was browsing, the answer read: "Okay, severe epilepsy."

He crouched in front of Chen Zhu, who was seated in the computer chair, arms resting on his thighs, and said, "Bro, I've been typing on the keyboard a lot lately, and I keep shaking and making typos—what do you think is the cause?"

Chen Zhu hesitated not, "Because you've been playing too many games lately."

He even raised his hand to poke Jin Chen's head, "You don't stop even before sleep each day; Lan Xi keeps saying she feels inadequate."

Jin Chen was scolded, and he lay sullenly in Chen Zhu's arms, muttering, "Then my hand shaking is because I play too many games—why does your hand shaking become a terminal illness?"

Chen Zhu was stunned for a moment, "Yeah…"

"Maybe… it's because I've been researching new products too much lately."

Jin Chen boldly said, "Stupid wife!"

Then he happily got hit on the head.

Chen Zhu stopped obsessing, no longer doubting whether it was a terminal illness, and pushed Jin Chen together out of the computer room.

"You're not allowed to keep looking either; come bake a cake with me."

Jin Chen: "……"

"Hey, sweet burden."

"But eating cream! Who wouldn't like that."

【You'd better be talking about proper cream.】

0731 silently complained.

Jin Chen remained silent, 【Not suitable for young audiences.】

Then he grabbed a small cake and tossed it into the space, one piece packed and locked into the little dark room.

——

Another late night.

This time it was comparatively scary.

Chen Zhu has been somewhat insomniac lately, perhaps because summer is about to pass, and the air carries a hint of autumn.

Jing Shi often has fog; even if the nightly weather forecast says tomorrow will be sunny, the next day could still be shrouded in mist.

Still under the doctor's guidance, he switched to another medicine and continued taking it.

Under these dual changes, Chen Zhu's emotional fluctuations were relatively large, insomnia being merely the mildest manifestation.

Opening his eyes again, Chen Zhu felt no sleepiness, glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table—it was already half past one in the morning.

Chen Zhu sighed, turned over, nudged into Jin Chen's embrace, and rested his head on the shoulder, eyes tightly shut.

A few minutes later.

Chen Zhu suddenly got the idea to go to the balcony to look at the stars.

When he went to the balcony to air clothes before bed, he saw that there were stars tonight.

Chen Zhu carefully slipped out of Jin Chen's embrace, bare feet on the Carpet to avoid making a sound.

The late-summer breeze already carried a chill; Chen Zhu, also afraid of the cold, shivered as he opened the balcony door, but he had no intention of going back to put on clothes.

He slowly curled up in the wicker chair; the balcony is spacious, and Chen Zhu keeps many potted plants here, their leaves swaying in the summer night breeze.

Chen Zhu tilted his head to behold the rare expanse of starry sky, but his gaze gradually drifted downward, toward the window that could be pushed open from inside.

An inexplicable sense of loneliness gradually welled up in his heart.

Jin Chen hadn't failed to notice Chen Zhu getting out of bed, but in his daze he only thought he was going to the toilet; after waiting a few minutes he reached out to embrace him, only to grasp at air.

Jin Chen jolted awake, sat up, and saw no one in the bedroom; the glass door of the washroom was also closed, with no light on.

Where's my wife!

Jin Chen scratched his hair, got up to look for him; still half-asleep, he saw a silhouette sitting behind the frosted glass balcony door.

Jin Chen: "..."

It's kinda scary.

He didn't rush out either, slipping on his slippers to fetch a blanket from the closet.

"Brother."

Jin Chen opened the sliding door and called out softly.

"Huh?"

Chen Zhu snapped back to attention, surprised, and asked, "Did I wake you?"

"No, I just didn't manage to hold you."

Seeing his odd expression, Jin Chen wrapped the blanket around his head and, bunching it up, pulled the whole person into his embrace.

"Why did you come out to see the stars without calling me?"

His voice, hoarse from sleep, carried a hint of grievance.