Love Healing Manual

Chapter 46 Many Years Ago (Seeking votes and continued reading)
the other side.

Even at night, the lights in Miyagi's house remained on.

In the main hall.

Surrounded by a tea table, Suzuo Miyagi leaned against the sofa, with a soft carpet beneath her, and soft light shining down from the ornate chandelier above.

She chattered on and on, sharing the events of the day like a little girl. This was a very ordinary scene in the Miyagi family, but it was slightly different from usual.

On the other side of the tea table, Miyagi Shun, who was usually away from home all day, was sitting with his legs crossed, holding a cup of tea that his wife had just brewed.

The aroma of tea wafted through the air.

"I was so nervous today. My stomach was really upset and I felt dizzy. I didn't even dare to look at the screen for long. Luckily, Lin Ze told me to shift my attention to Associate Professor Fujita's speech."

As Miyagi Suzuo spoke, she looked quite pleased. She imitated the action she had taken during the day, reaching out and clasping her hands together in mid-air.

“I asked if I could hold his hand, and Lin Ze agreed. So I grabbed it. Lin Ze’s hand was big and warm. Compared to mine, his knuckles felt much longer,” she said, gesturing in mid-air. “It was about this long.”

When she talked about it, her eyes sparkled, and the curve of her lips was priceless.

"Ahem." Miyagi Shun coughed twice, seemingly unwilling to listen any longer, with a speechless expression on his face.

However, Miyagi Suzuo didn't care about Miyagi Shun's feelings at all, and still raised her little face to share with her mother.

"I held his hand the whole time, and I didn't let go until the surgery was over and we were leaving the observation room. It was only after Lin Ze reminded me that I let go of his hand, feeling embarrassed. The key thing is, Mom, even his comforting gestures were incredibly manly."

"In our little Lingxu's eyes, Lin is perfect in every way," the woman said gently, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Alright," Miyagi Shun put down his teacup, frowning. "The most important thing for a girl is to be reserved. Even if you like someone, you shouldn't do this. You're so happy about just holding hands."

"What's wrong? I'm just happy!" Miyagi Suzuo widened her beautiful eyes.

“When you were little, you would hold your dad’s hand, but now you never do it on your own initiative.”

"Do not care."

"What is this nonsense?"

"You're the most annoying person."

"How can you say that about Dad? You've praised Lin Ze so highly. Does he even have half of Dad's wisdom and prowess?" Gong Chengjun puffed out his chest and said discontentedly.

"Alright, stop saying things that Xiaolingxu doesn't like to hear. Arguing over such a small thing, how can you act like an elder?" the woman advised.

"I'm leaving!" Miyagi Shun suddenly stood up, annoyed. "I have a social engagement tonight, so you don't need to wait for me to come back."

talking.

Under the watchful eyes of his wife and daughter, he strode towards the door, beckoned the driver waiting outside, and got into the car.

Wait for the engine to start.

The black sedan disappeared at the entrance.

Miyagi Suzuo pouted, then nestled against the woman's knees, continuing to talk about how Lin Ze encouraged her to come back so she could submit and write reports.

Her eyes brightened with each sentence she spoke, a far cry from her dignified demeanor on the University of Tokyo campus.

at home.

Suzuo Miyagi is more like a spoiled little princess.

……

In the Miyagi family home, in the bedroom on the third floor.

The heavy, milky-white wooden door closed, revealing a tranquil and luxurious interior space with a dark, serene color scheme and the aroma of white tea.

The bouquet-shaped chandelier casts soft light onto the hand-woven wool carpet.

In the very center, there is a thick, rustic bed, with curtains and drapes falling around it, enveloping the wide and soft bed.

Miyagi Suzuo changed into her pajamas and hummed a song whose tune was indistinct; she was clearly in a very good mood.

"Snap!"

The lights were turned off.

She tidied herself up a bit, lay down on the bed, covered herself with the sun-dried quilt, and rolled around comfortably in the covers.

A feeling of peace of mind.

On a comfortable large bed, her body appeared very petite.

In the darkness, Miyagi Suzuo cautiously groped around, a hint of anticipation in her eyes, until she touched a soft piece of fabric and pulled it over.

The plain white T-shirt was very oversized and looked like a man's shirt.

This was the very item she had ordered someone to steal from the second-floor balcony of Lin Ze's house.

She covered her face with her clothes. After several days of abuse, the minty scent on the clothes had faded, but it could still be smelled if you sniffed carefully. Miyagi Suzuo closed her eyes and focused all her attention on the scent that felt so familiar to her.

Gradually... gradually.

In the quiet of the night, her thoughts drifted back to a few years ago, still carrying that faint scent of mint.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the sunset shone upon the scene.

In a dreamlike scene, orange light shines on a classroom at Minglan Middle School.

“I’ve been different from others since I was little. I can smell other people’s unique scents,” the pale-faced boy said, leaning against the corner of the wall.

"Really?" For some reason, she looked into the other person's eyes and felt a little nervous.

"If a person is in poor health, he will have a bitter smell; if his internal organs are unhealthy, he will have a foul odor; if his mental state is unhealthy, he will have a milky smell. I have tried it many times."

"You're kidding me..." she said, half-believing. "Then smell me and see if I smell bad."

"Come closer."

After speaking, she hesitated for a moment, then took a few stiff steps forward.

"Do you smell it?"

"Not close enough."

"And now?" she continued forward.

"Closer."

Even though she felt the distance was already too ambiguous, the boy with calm eyes in front of her still made her move forward.

She hesitated.

Although she didn't dislike the boy in front of her, she needed to maintain the reserve that a girl should have.

But Lin Ze grabbed her collar, pulled her closer, and nervously sniffed her neck.

“I can’t smell it.”

"You're clearly lying!" she said, embarrassed and annoyed.

"But I know I'm sick."

"what?"

“I’ve forgotten a lot of things,” Lin Ze said, his teeth chattering slightly. “Every now and then, I forget a lot of things. At first, it was three to five years, then one or two years… Now, I can’t even remember what my parents look like.”

He held the white jade pendant in his hands, his eyes glazed over, and murmured to himself.

It seemed as if she was speaking to the palace, but it also seemed as if she was speaking to herself.

For a moment, Miyagi Suzuo didn't know how to answer.

"Will I one day forget that I'm sick?" he suddenly asked, looking up at the table.

“That might be a good thing,” Miyagi Suzuo replied.

"is it?"

"Forgetting pain is a remarkable thing, isn't it? If I had that ability, I would at least envy it." Her eyes dimmed.

“If it were about forgetting someone important, you wouldn’t think like this,” Lin Ze said coldly, ignoring him.

"Do you know me?"

“A transfer student, your surname is Miyagi.”

"So, now that you've met me, will you forget me later?"

"If this is the case for important people, then it goes without saying for unimportant people."

"Hey! You're really hard to accept when you talk like that."

"That's it."

"So...would you be interested in doing a small experiment?"

In the sunset.

There were only two people in the classroom after school.

There was an unspoken tension in their gazes.

"What kind of experiment?" Lin Ze asked curiously.

She leaned down and whispered something in Lin Ze's ear.

(End of this chapter)