Chapter 115 Thank you for being with me for a while.

The host was taken aback for a moment, then quickly smiled and asked, "I guess Zhiyan means that your trip to Xia Country is coming to an end, and you want to see more of the country before returning to E Country."

Wow! Handsome guy isn't planning to stay in Xia Kingdom any longer?! Damn it! Handsome guy! Don't go! Can you hold my bunny for a bit?!

[Although, the new guest's answer was really strange, like he was about to die [būshī].]

What the heck?! Don't curse people!

[Perhaps it's because this guy had such a strong sense of tragedy from the moment he appeared, it's just his aura! A subtle sense of death, and that indifferent attitude towards life and death, as if he was always ready to leave.]

[Haha, it does look a bit like it, but it's understandable. Fu Zhiyan isn't from the Xia Kingdom, so it's normal for him to have grammatical errors in many places. Maybe he just couldn't think of the correct words to express the meaning.]

Country E?

I didn't hear it clearly at first because I was too flustered, but now I hear the country again, and the sentence that there is not much time left.

Wen Yanyu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the man.

Fu Zhiyan happened to be looking at him as well.

Their eyes met.

Wen Yanyu looked straight into the man's eyes.

Beneath the inorganic light gray, a hint of blue ripples, as if struggling to break free, only to be quickly suppressed by the endless gloom.

The only glimmer of hope.

Wen Yanyu's pupils trembled slightly, her breathing became erratic, and a sudden, inexplicable panic rose from the bottom of her heart, quickly spreading to her limbs, her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably.

"When do you plan to come to Xia Country next time?" the host's voice rang in my ears.

My wandering thoughts were instantly pulled back.

I thought it was because my somatization had relapsed after I stopped taking the medication.

They were afraid that others would notice something was amiss.

Wen Yanyu lowered her head casually and rubbed her eyes, which were already sore and red, as if she were rubbing sand.

Take several deep breaths.

The fear in my heart has not subsided.

Suddenly, my hand was gripped tightly, and a warm current flowed from my other hand.

Wen Yanyu was taken aback and turned his head.

As if she was exhausted, Jiang Wanrou naturally moved closer to him, tilted her head slightly, held his hand tightly with her right hand, and gently patted his back with her left hand.

They had long been accustomed to the mother-son-like intimacy between the two.

The people around didn't notice anything amiss.

Jiang Wanrou did not turn to look at him, nor did she show any unusual behavior; her smile remained gentle.

Wen Yanyu stared at the woman blankly for a long time, then suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, drooping his head and ignoring what the people around him were thinking, pressing half of his body against the woman.

"Oh dear." Jiang Wanrou opened her eyes wide, feigning shock, and smiled as she rubbed Wen Yanyu's head and pulled him closer to her.

He joked with the host, "Look at the question you asked, it's so boring, my little one is sleepy."

The host awkwardly touched his nose.

【Oh, Mengmeng, come lie in your big sister's arms.】

Every time I see Aunt Jiang and Yan Yu interacting, my eyes well up with tears. Who understands the value of my family's relationship with them?! Who understands!

I understand, I understand!

But... Wen Yanyu is an adult, isn't he? It doesn't seem quite right for him to be nestled in a woman's arms like this...

[If it were any other boy lying in Aunt Jiang's arms today, I would definitely suspect he was taking advantage of me or even start criticizing him, but he's TuTu! He just sees Aunt Jiang as his mother! What did he do wrong! Long live TuTu!]

[To be honest, doesn't anyone else think Wen seems a little off? His hands are shaking...]

Fu Zhiyan withdrew her gaze, slowly swallowing the blood from the tip of her tongue.

He did not answer the host's continued questions, maintaining the same indifferent demeanor he had when he first arrived, and sat quietly on the sofa.

Head down.

Gently wipe away the dust from the rabbit's paws.

He looked like he had absolutely no desire to get involved.

Seeing that the atmosphere had really become awkward, the host gave an embarrassed smile. He had been told long ago that this person was not to be trifled with, and that he should not be allowed to participate in any topics or activities that the man did not want to discuss.

He then laughed and didn't ask any further questions.

They then switched to other topics to warm up the atmosphere.

The sun gradually sank in the west, and night fell.

The live broadcast has been suspended.

The host added with a smile, "Everyone should take a hot bath tonight, get a good rest, and recharge your energy. Our production team will have a big surprise for you tomorrow at noon!"

The group exchanged bewildered glances, a strange unspoken understanding that quickly made them realize the production team had ill intentions.

After dinner, everyone was assigned to their own rooms. There was no more playing around. After washing up, they went back to their rooms to rest.

Fourth floor corridor.

Wen Yanyu carried the small blanket that Jiang Wanrou had given her. As soon as she reached the fourth floor, she looked up and saw Fu Zhiyan's figure appear in front of her.

Wen Yanyu paused, her body instinctively taking a step back.

Suddenly, the ground slipped from my feet, and I fell backward.

Wen Yanyu exclaimed in surprise, a flock of alpacas flashing through his mind in an instant, while the thing he was holding made it impossible for him to keep his balance.

Just when he thought he was going to fall down the stairs.

Wen Yanyu closed her eyes tightly and skillfully adjusted her posture to protect her vital parts.

"Yan Yan!"

Fu Zhiyan's panicked voice rang in my ears.

A strong hand gripped his wrist tightly, and his body leaned forward due to inertia, but another force held him firmly in its embrace, preventing him from falling.

With Fu Zhiyan's help, Wen Yanyu regained her balance, patted her chest with lingering fear, and hurriedly thanked the man.

Fu Zhiyan shook her head, picked up the plush rabbit that had just fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and handed it back to Wen Yanyu.

"Here's your rabbit back. Thank you. I was very happy with the time it spent with me." Fu Zhiyan said this haltingly, her face pale. She didn't say anything more, or even look at him again, before turning and going back to her room.

Wen Yanyu was left alone, staring blankly at the little rabbit in his hand that looked as if it had been washed.

The night was as dark as ink, with only a faint moonlight.

The thick, sticky black blood disappeared along with the sound of flowing water.

He grabbed a tissue and hastily wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Fu Hanchuan forced himself to stay calm and dialed the number back.

"Sweetie, I was taking a shower and didn't hear you."

"The sound? It's nothing, I just have a bit of a cold."

"You've taken your medicine, so don't worry."

"Can I have a bunny kiss?"

Did you have fun today?

"From the same country as me? Oh... that's quite a coincidence."

"Okay, you should eat well too."

"I love you."