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This sentence completely left Wei Yuan speechless. At that moment, the Snow White Fat Cat, severely injured and bleeding profusely, was forcefully bandaged by Wei Yuan, but it could barely move its limbs.
Previously, Wei Yuan had no idea that Han Ling was keeping a cat in her room, so when he chose the first test subject, he just happened to pick this Fat Cat.
Faced with Han Ling's questioning, Wei Yuan suddenly found himself at a loss for words. The Snow White Fat Cat was hidden behind him, so Han Ling couldn't see it struggling and rolling on the Stone Bench behind him.
If Han Ling were to see it, she might think he was abusing her cat.
After all, Wei Yuan had previously repaired a middle-aged man's game console at the arcade and smashed Ma Teng's BMW. Although Han Ling believed that he was standing up for her in both instances, the image of Wei Yuan as fierce and domineering had already formed in her mind.
This was the most extreme evaluation Wei Yuan had encountered. He knew very well what impression he had left on Han Ling, so he didn't dare let her see the cat, even though he genuinely intended to save the Fat Cat.
"Do you have a cat? How come I've never seen it?"
Wei Yuan was at a loss for words and simply turned the question back to Han Ling, handing over the initiative to her. Since she was willing to talk, he thought it would be better to let her say a few more words.
However, Wei Yuan's plan fell flat. Normally quiet Han Ling, now anxious to find her only companion—the cat—had no mood to chat with Wei Yuan.
"Forget it, I'll go look for it myself." Han Ling's tone carried a hint of urgency.
Hearing this made Wei Yuan breathe a sigh of relief. The scene behind him was now fully visible except for the Stone Bench he was covering. If Han Ling intended to search for it herself, she would surely turn around and leave.
This meant that Wei Yuan could slip away and avoid having Han Ling see the current state of the Fat Cat, which would tarnish his reputation as a man.
However, just as he began to relax, the Fat Cat seemed unwilling to let him off the hook. Suddenly, a series of frantic meows erupted; even if Han Ling had hearing problems, she would hear them clearly.
"What an ungrateful creature! I saved your life, and you turn around and bite me! You're really something!"
Wei Yuan had already cursed that Fat Cat countless times in his heart for betraying him at this moment. Couldn’t it just hold on a little longer?
Of course, he didn’t know that the Fat Cat was experiencing the last moments of its Burning Volcano state, with its body temperature reaching its peak, making it feel like a furnace, unable to hold back its cries.
"That was a white voice."
Han Ling heard the intense cry and her heart was already in disarray. She searched around for the source of the sound but found no trace of the cat.
Han Ling wasn’t prepared to let Wei Yuan move aside; instead, she circled around and walked past him, only to see the Snow White Fat Cat lying on the Stone Bench, looking utterly exhausted.
Feeling compelled to rush over and pick up the cat, Wei Yuan suddenly remembered that the Stone Bench must not have completely cooled down yet. After experiencing the burning heat of the Burning Volcano state, the temperature transferred to the Stone Bench must be incredibly high.
"Why is my cat here?" Han Ling asked Wei Yuan in confusion.
At this moment, Wei Yuan could only play along and said, "Oh right, when I was sitting here earlier, I didn’t seem to see this cat?"
Wei Yuan's tone made it sound as if a supernatural event had occurred. While he had no idea what was going on, he managed to divert attention away from his own experiment with the Fat Cat.
In her anxious state, Han Ling would never have thought that an ordinary Stone Bench with a cat on it could contain such intense heat. So she naturally reached out her hand, intending to pick up the Snow White Fat Cat from the Stone Bench.
Fortunately, Wei Yuan had been watching Han Ling closely. Just as her hand touched the edge of the Stone Bench, he quickly grabbed her hand. Otherwise, although her hands wouldn’t be severely burned, her delicate skin wouldn’t withstand such high temperatures.
When Han Ling felt Wei Yuan tightly grasping her hand, her heart skipped a beat. But even just touching the edge of the Stone Bench made her aware of its high temperature.
Wei Yuan knew she must be worried about the Fat Cat staying on the Stone Bench. So after pulling back her hand for a moment, he lifted the Fat Cat’s body and cradled it in Han Ling's arms.
"What happened to Bai?"
Han Ling felt that this question was definitely something Wei Yuan couldn't answer, but she blurted out anyway, wondering why the Snow White Fat Cat lying on the Stone Bench was emitting high temperatures, while the one she was holding in her arms felt completely normal.
Not only that, but the Fat Cat, which had previously looked extremely tired, was now full of energy. Its body first curled up into a ball and then began to dart around uncontrollably, not trying to escape Han Ling's embrace, but rather rubbing itself against her.
This sudden scare made Han Ling's face turn pale, and the large burn scar shaped like a bitter melon on her face remained glaringly clear and frightening.
"Oh right, what’s going on here?"
Wei Yuan knew that the best way to handle this situation was to continue playing dumb. If she explained it to her, how would she account for the injuries on the Fat Cat?
Was she supposed to portray herself as a brave warrior who rescued the cat? Wei Yuan felt that such an approach would only make her seem suspicious.
Wei Yuan certainly understood that this was the final reaction produced by successfully using the Third Form's Restorative Power: first complete paralysis, unable to move, followed by an unbearable itch.
So the Fat Cat first curled up and then began to thrash around on Han Ling's body, clearly trying to relieve its itch by rubbing against her.
"**Mother"
Wei Yuan felt a pang of envy and jealousy.
He knew that being reborn as a beautiful woman's pet was a fortunate thing, but he never expected the happiness index to be so high.
If one disregarded the burn scar on her face, Han Ling was undoubtedly an extraordinary beauty. Besides having a pretty face, a truly beautiful woman also needed to have an impressive figure.
This was another aspect of Han Ling's allure; sometimes it could even make men forget about the scar on her face.
**Proud and unmatched in the world
On the surface, the Fat Cat seemed to be darting around in the upper half of Han Ling's body, using the friction from contact to relieve its itch.
However, it was different in Wei Yuan's eyes. The Fat Cat continuously invaded Han Ling's proud stance with its body, jumping up and down, constantly playing with its plumpness, and the frequency was so urgent, just like a lustful cat.
"I'd rather be dead than live like a cat."
Wei Yuan recalled that he had never experienced such treatment before; now a pet cat was actually enjoying itself more than he was, which was truly absurd.
But Han Ling beside him naturally wouldn't mind a cat eating her tofu; on the contrary, she seemed very worried about Bai's unusual behavior.
Wei Yuan spoke to Han Ling in a comforting tone, "Don't worry, your Bai will be fine."
Sometimes women are like this; the same words coming from a man they care about seem to have a kind of magic that can truly empower them.
Wei Yuan's two attempts to help undoubtedly served as a remedy for Han Ling, who had developed fear of men; at least she no longer dismissed all men outright.
Women may feel that there isn't a good man in the world, but when you are a good man, perhaps in her heart, you don't even count as a man.
Wei Yuan didn't care about being the man in her heart; he just hoped to break through Han Ling's stubbornness and obsession. After all, Han Ling's half-sister, Yuan Ziyi, and Wei Yuan had also gone through a life-and-death ordeal together.
Moreover, Wei Yuan had initially been forced to accept five hundred thousand, taking on the responsibility of this remedy. To this day, he still hadn't had the chance to pay it back; did he really intend to pocket that money?
In fact, the main reason was that after months of cohabitation, feelings had developed over time. This sense of shared living made Wei Yuan feel it necessary to guide Han Ling, even though he wasn't a qualified psychologist.
"Thank you."
Although she didn't know why her cat coincidentally appeared in the same place as Wei Yuan, Han Ling wasn't really suspicious that Wei Yuan was mistreating her cat.
Little did she know that Wei Yuan's words were not mere comfort. He then pointedly said, "Your cat will be fine, but your problems won't."
"I have a problem."
Every person with a mental illness is reluctant to have it mentioned, even though they themselves are aware of the issue. Wei Yuan's straightforward approach undoubtedly provoked Han Ling's resentment, causing her tone to become as sharp as it was when they first met.
However, Wei Yuan knew that he should continue at this moment; perhaps there would not be another opportunity like this in the future.
"You care so much about a cat; why not care a little about yourself?"
Han Ling held White Path in her arms. "I've raised it for three years. Is it wrong for me to care about it?"
"On a previous occasion, I happened to meet Ms. Han Jing, your mother. You two have relied on each other for over twenty years. Have you considered that she cares about you too?"
Wei Yuan added, "Are you planning to just shut yourself away and spend your life with a cat?"
"None of your business."
Han Ling's tone was somewhat resolute, but the truth was that her heart had already been stirred. That Valentine's Day trip, where Wei Yuan repeatedly stood up for her, had already touched her deeply.
A woman who rejects all men in the world is often more vulnerable inside and more easily moved by one man, even if it's just a small detail.
Moreover, Han Ling could discern that Wei Yuan's concern was genuine, which gave her feelings toward him a slight difference. Even Wei Yuan had created a shining image among the male crowd.
But that did not mean Han Ling could accept his direct blows. She knew her problems; she just did not want to face them. Wei Yuan's actions were undoubtedly pouring salt into her wounds.
An old wound, if you do not pay attention to it, will slowly scab over and eventually become hard to remember without careful reflection on past pain.
However, someone who has been hurt and does not confront their wounds, allowing them to bleed continuously while leaving them exposed, can naturally face severe consequences over time from various infections and tetanus that could be fatal.
Han Ling's situation is like this: a woman in her prime, who should be a confident and intellectual beauty, is instead hiding from her wounds, resulting in autism and fear of men. To put it bluntly, she seems neither human nor ghost.
Since Wei Yuan promised Yuan Ziyi and Han Jing to help Han Ling escape this situation by leveraging his cohabitation with her, he naturally has gained some understanding of her circumstances.
Han Ling's main issue is the burn scar on her face. Her mother, Han Jing, is currently the Boss of Jingjing International Beauty Chain, with a fortune exceeding one hundred million. Given her background, she should have been a proud daughter of the world, attracting everyone's attention.
Walking down the street, she would undoubtedly turn heads. Moreover, God clearly favored her, granting her not only beauty but also a perfect figure that could make any man swoon.
However, due to an accidental burn that ruined her face, she fell from grace. The disparity in treatment is unimaginable; society's obsession with appearances has led her to develop a disdain for those around her.
"No matter how others see you, what you need to do is live better for yourself. You are living for yourself, not for others."
In this regard, no matter how grand the words may be, they are ineffective. Wei Yuan does not expect to use language to attack her vulnerabilities; this is not a sustainable approach.
No one in this world is a fool. When faced with problems, many different thoughts can arise in our minds, including various ways people around us might try to comfort us. You have likely tried to comfort yourself in such ways already.
But the effect is naturally minimal. As the saying goes, "the observer is often confused." People can easily get wrapped up in their own thoughts when trying to solve problems, inadvertently magnifying them in their subconscious.
At such times, no amount of comforting from those nearby will help. Wei Yuan feels that the only thing he can do is let Han Ling know one fact: she is not alone.
Both autism and fear of men stem from a lack of trust in others. Even if you possess eloquence and silver-tongued persuasion, to her ears, everything sounds like deception.
Instead, simple words and quiet support can help her out of her predicament. When she begins to accept those around her and gradually opens her heart again, she will be able to embrace the outside world once more—that will be true healing.
Although Wei Yuan has never suffered from such issues himself, he has experienced calamity at home. The betrayal by Xu Feng nearly led to his family's ruin; all relatives and friends distanced themselves from him. He too has questioned everyone around him and isolated himself.
However, when Cousin Xie Ge's family came forward wholeheartedly to support him, it slowly helped him emerge from that predicament. Therefore, he empathizes with Han Ling, which is why he disagrees with Yuan Ziyi's suggestion of acting as bait.
Famous doctors are easy to find, but heart problems are hard to heal.
Right now, the issue with Han Ling cannot be solved simply by finding her a man.
"You actually know very well that the scars on your face can easily be restored through cosmetic surgery. You would still be the same Han Ling who was once the center of attention. Why force yourself into a dead end?"
Wei Yuan knew that this method had been used countless times before. Han Ling had thought about it herself, but she probably felt that even if her appearance were restored, her former friends and close companions would no longer exist.
The feeling of having her appearance ruined and the strange treatment from those around her were what led Han Ling to become withdrawn, feeling that everyone around her was just a shallow creature.
"Desiring worldly pleasures, yet finding none; witnessing all the vibrant colors, only to see them turn to ash."
Suddenly, Han Ling's remark startled Wei Yuan. He could barely understand this seemingly profound statement that sounded almost like a Buddhist saying. Perhaps this was a true reflection of Han Ling.
"The smoke and dreams of the world, people owe each other; it is all an unending debt. You and I, rather than this, would be better off as a gust of Azure Wind."
Han Ling spoke as if reciting lines from a play. Sitting beside her, Wei Yuan felt that the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to handle.
This kind of literary melancholy is unbearable.
Sister, will you die if you don't think so darkly?
In fact, when we meet someone, the first thing we notice is each other's appearance. It is undeniable that those who walk down the street adorned with wealth or striking looks always attract attention.
But how many people can truly maintain a long-term relationship with you, including your friends and family? How many can genuinely open their hearts?
This is not only Han Ling's heartache but also a shared realization for many. It’s just that amidst a series of setbacks, Han Ling has magnified this issue infinitely until it reached a point where she could no longer bear it.
So she broke down, preferring to hide in a corner with a burned face, isolating herself from the entire world rather than facing all the hypocrisy.
Wei Yuan first delivered a merciless blow, and now, after the impact, all he could do was tell Han Ling that many people would still stand by her side no matter how she changed.
As for the suggestion of finding a man as a distraction, Wei Yuan could only smile at it; perhaps in Han Ling's heart, a man was not worth as much as a cat.
There is no need for similar reasoning; Wei Yuan believes that Han Ling actually understands in her heart that sometimes people are like animals. When they are hurt, they need to find a place to rest, but such scars cannot last forever.
What Wei Yuan needs to do is to treat Han Ling like that big white cat, stopping her bleeding and repairing her surface wounds. As for the deeper internal injuries to her soul, she can only rely on her own efforts and the passage of time to gradually recover.
"Shall I take you to get your face treated?"
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