Chapter 91 I greedily want to live on, to be happy with you.

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The warm scents of peach and sandalwood blend together inside the cozy blanket, dispelling bitterness and leaving behind a unique and sweet aroma.

early morning.

I woke up to a soft, sweet feeling.

Fu Hanchuan slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually clearing from blurry.

Wen Yanyu tilted her head to the side, her gray hair scattered on the side of her face, her hand still loosely holding her phone whose screen was already black, half of her body was curled up in his arms, her breathing light and even, she was sleeping soundly.

After regaining consciousness, he did not get up immediately; Fu Hanchuan stared at the person for a long time.

Various emotions swirled and churned in his eyes, battling fiercely, but in the end, fear prevailed, and all feelings and emotions were swallowed up.

Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes and quietly sat up.

After washing up and getting dressed, Wen Yanyu's medication for the day was divided and placed on the table. Four sugar cubes were placed in a glass in advance, and the meal was arranged.

There's an important meeting at the company today, so stay home and call me if you need anything.

Fu Hanchuan pondered for a moment, then bent down and stuck the note on the head of the still-unawakened lop-eared rabbit. He put on his coat, got up, and went out.

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Noon.

Wen Yanyu watched the white rabbit, whose vision was obstructed and which was wandering around the living room, and fell silent.

Fu Hanchuan...

Why are you acting like a bad dog...?

Good or bad taste...

Wen Yanyu shook her head and sat up from the sofa. As soon as she stood up, everything went black, her ears rang incessantly, and she collapsed back down.

Wen Yanyu: "…………"

The bodies of today's young people.

After a long while, Wen Yanyu finally pulled herself up from the sofa, supported her waist, picked up the crawling rabbit, and peeled off the sticky note.

I gave the pitiful little rabbit two big kisses, comforted it a few times, and then carried it to the semi-open cage to continue playing.

An afternoon passed.

Wen Yanyu sat in the living room, holding the rabbit, replying to endless messages on WeChat while organizing data on her computer.

We can't release all that data at once; it's too conspicuous and will easily attract attention. It's better to take it slowly.

He still has time.

Finally finished today's work.

Wen Yanyu stretched, then felt a wave of dizziness and was exhausted.

Although the dosage of medication has been reduced somewhat recently, the side effects of the medication, as well as the physical aftereffects, are still extremely bothersome.

While it's true that people behave after working for two days, applying this statement to physiological diseases is simply inappropriate.

That pain did not originate from emotions, or was not solely from emotions, but rather from objectively existing damage to the nervous system and changes in brain structure.

Most mental illnesses are physical diseases that cannot be easily cured or erased no matter how much money or love is given. To think that you can easily eliminate the disease with love and money is really a bit... naive and arrogant.

Wen Yanyu slumped her head and lay listlessly on the table. She hadn't done much work each day, but she was already feeling dizzy and uncomfortable all over, with no energy left.

The inability to relieve pain due to damage to the nervous system makes every friction of the bones unbearably painful. When it is mild, it is not so bad, just like ants gnawing at the bone. When it is severe, let alone moving, even getting out of bed is extremely difficult.

His occasional lapses in thinking forced him to take breaks, because such important data couldn't be handled with quantity over efficiency, and he often had to stop working on it after only a short time.

Sometimes I don't want to do anything, not even take a shower.

Lately, he hasn't had any public work to do. If Fu Hanchuan hadn't been carrying him into the bathtub every day to wash and scrub him, he might have turned into a dirty rabbit by now.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, Wen Yanyu sighed and prepared to go back to bed to sleep.

Sleeping on a rainy day isn't bad either.

I fell asleep.

Fu Hanchuan went home.

After the rain stopped, they went to the neighborhood together to enjoy the evening breeze, listen to music, smell the earth, look at the moon, and watch the stars.

Let's go to sleep together.

Although I don't want to admit that I'm greedy.

But I still have to say it.

He is indeed a greedy person.

He liked to snuggle in Fu Hanchuan's arms, whether sleeping or simply cuddling. Perhaps it was due to anemia, or some other inexplicable reason, but his body was always cold, and he always felt cold.

He needs to obtain warmth from the outside, but not from a simple heat source; rather, he needs to obtain warmth from a living creature.

He used to be a bad dog, now he is Fu Hanchuan. The two should be different beings, but they are strangely similar to him.

In the past, he thought that he lived for Fu Hanchuan, for his family whom he might not see again for a long time, and for his sense of responsibility.

But in a fleeting moment, a greedy thought crossed his mind: if I could live a little longer, could I make this warmth last a little longer?

Is that possible?

Spend more time by Fu Hanchuan's side.

He is very greedy.

Greedy, wanting more.

He fell in love with Fu Hanchuan.

Fu Hanchuan liked him, but only as a friend.

They had hurt each other, used hurtful words to sting each other, but they had also considered each other confidants, cared for each other, valued each other, and confided in each other.

Love and resentment have long since become indistinguishable in these entanglements.

Listening to Fu Hanchuan recount his memories of his mother and brother, and seeing the longing and pain in his eyes.

He and Fu Hanchuan had even greedily fantasized about what would have happened if none of this had occurred.

Their families are still alive; Fu Hanchuan's mother and younger brother are still alive, and he and Fu Hanchuan are still friends.

They all gathered together.

They will travel together to Murmansk.

That distant homeland belonged to that mother.

At dawn, at dusk, at night.

By the river, by the campfire, in the snow.

Under the starry sky, under the aurora.

They were all together.

Fu Hanchuan's mother would play the accordion while telling them stories, and his younger brother and sister would cling to them and act spoiled.

If they were still here.

His mother would knit scarves for them, and his father would light a fire and barbecue for them.

The younger brother should be 16 years old this year, and his younger sister is 15. They should both be in high school by now.

They might even end up in the same school.

Just imagining it makes one so happy that words fail them.

It's just wishful thinking. If that day really comes, will I be happy?

That day will never come.

Wen Yanyu sighed softly, holding the rabbit in one arm, and slowly stood up, dragging her heavy body.

Just as he stood up...

The rain stopped abruptly.

No.

All sound disappeared.

The rabbit in my arms was motionless, as still as a puppet, only its still warm body proved that it was still alive.

A long, drawn-out bell rang out from the silence.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound.

Wen Yanyu turned to look at the balcony, her gaze meeting a pair of deep purple eyes.