Song Xiwei briefly regained her senses.
But Aoqian had donated a lot of blood to her, and she couldn't fully absorb it right away. She felt extremely tired. "It's not even dawn yet, I want to sleep for a while."
Song Xiwei yawned, and soon after, she groped her way up to the large bed covered with flower petals and fell asleep.
Aoqian was very worried that Song Xiwei might wake up halfway through and do the same thing as before...
One night, no matter how amazing his self-control was, he couldn't bear her again and again...
But what you fear is what comes to pass.
Sure enough, not long after Song Xiwei lay there, she started mumbling incoherently.
Aoqian dared not approach, yet he could not hear her words clearly.
All he could hear was her calling him: "Your Majesty..."
She called out several times, but perhaps because Aoqian didn't respond, Song Xiwei's voice was very plaintive, "Aoqian~"
Aoqian was afraid she was uncomfortable and wanted to know what was wrong with her, so he went over, bent down, and offered his ear.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Why do you have someone you love..." Song Xiwei was in a daze and didn't even know what she said.
When Aoqian heard her disappointed voice and saw her furrowed brows, he realized she was really upset.
"Why can't I have someone I love?" Aoqian sighed and asked her in return.
Upon hearing this, Song Xiwei's eyelashes trembled, and her brows furrowed even more. She seemed to be struggling, her emotions somewhat bitter, her lips pressed tightly together. Still asleep, she was still unknowingly accusing, "But you have me...you already have me..."
Aoqian's heart was struck by her words, "You have me now." Before he could feel joy, he heard Song Xiwei's voice filled with sadness: "Wouldn't it be better if we focused on our careers and didn't talk about feelings?"
Aoqian's heart plummeted from its high place.
He couldn't answer her.
Her furrowed brows and the struggle and distress on her face were silently piercing Aoqian's heart.
His feelings, which had quietly taken root and sprouted but he had never dared to show them to anyone, were unwanted.
"Go to sleep," Aoqian comforted her.
Upon hearing his voice, Song Xiwei instinctively reached out as if to grab something.
Seeing her hands groping around, Aoqian couldn't bear to see her grasp at empty air, so he offered his hand to her.
Who knew that as soon as Song Xiwei grabbed his hand, she held it tightly, as if only in this way could she feel at ease.
That was an expression that Song Xiwei would never have when she was fully conscious.
Why would such a fragile expression, as if afraid of losing something, appear on Song Xiwei's face while she was asleep? Aoqian couldn't understand it.
He instinctively wanted to test what would happen if he pulled his hand away...
He had barely moved a finger when Song Xiwei, who was holding his hand, suddenly tightened her grip on his hand.
"Don't you need me anymore?" her unconscious voice rang out.
A deep sense of loss pervaded the air.
"You really don't need me anymore..."
Her closed eyelashes trembled, and soon, those thick eyelashes were covered with dew, and crystal tears slid down from the gaps.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Aoqian didn't know if Song Xiwei would answer him. He really couldn't understand why simply moving a finger would make Song Xiwei so sad and upset.
The lucid Song Xiwei had never felt such sensitive emotions before.
Did she know she was talking to herself?
Did she really not mistake someone for someone else?
"You don't understand, you don't understand..." Song Xiwei murmured weakly with her eyes closed.
"Then tell me, okay?" Aoqian asked her gently.
“I don’t know either. I should be happy for you and wish you well if you have someone you like. Similarly, the fact that you don’t need me anymore means that you are in a good situation now, and I should be happy for you…” Song Xiwei was still extremely disappointed.
Tears fell one after another.
Aoqian was frightened.
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