Chu Lin injured his leg, not his brain. A day after Lin Jingsheng said the anesthesia hadn't worn off, Chu Lin finally realized something was wrong with his leg. The injured leg had no sensation at all, and he discovered something else that made him feel devastated. He was silent for an entire day. Lin Jingsheng delegated all political affairs to his stand-in, avoiding all but the most essential people and matters, staying by Chu Lin's side the whole time. But Chu Lin never lashed out, and the more it stayed this way, the more anxious Lin Jingsheng became. He almost wished Chu Lin would have an outburst, which might make him feel more refreshed and less restless. His silence was chilling to witness.
"Aren't you busy?" Chu Lin asked, lying on the hospital bed, looking far from harmoniously recuperating, his complexion pale, and his demeanor gloomy, on the verge of exploding. Looking at Lin Jingsheng's incredibly handsome face, he felt even more... annoyed.
