As for regrets, they have too many memories together, some tender and affectionate, some heart-wrenching and painful, all good and bad.
The only regret is that this person was too good at hiding things, so much so that by the time he found out the truth, it was too late to make amends before the matter was over.
But if it weren't for this person, he might have died five years ago.
So this is enough.
He smiled, turned his head and looked at Song Ting seriously, and said, "Little Qingxiang, you've grown up. You're not the little beggar you used to be. I'll... stay with you this far."
After saying this, Chu Huaixu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the world spun around him. Unable to support himself any longer, he fell to the side!
"Mingyu!" But he didn't actually fall; instead, he landed in a warm embrace.
He heard Song Ting calling his name over and over again, "Mingyu! Mingyu! Wake up, please wake up! Mingyu, Chu Mingyu..."
...
It's that dream again.
Everything I saw was red.
The heads of a group of unfamiliar relatives rolled to the ground. Chu Huaixu stepped onto the blood-soaked ground and walked step by step onto the execution platform.
Every now and then, new heads would roll past his feet, each one with a terrifying, wide-open, angry look.
Dark red blood flowed from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears, and blood gushed from where their necks had been severed, seeping into the ground bit by bit.
"Chu Huaixu, you heartless bastard!"
"Chu Huaixu, you have fallen in love with the man who killed your father and murdered your father. You will die a horrible death!"
"Chu Huaixu, die! Die!"
"Chu Huai Preface..."
Each head's mouth opened and closed, cursing and swearing.
Chu Huaixu desperately covered his ears and closed his eyes, forcing himself not to listen or see.
But it was no use. The voices seemed to have been implanted into his head by some kind of magic, and no matter how he tried to escape, they followed him like a shadow, and he could not break free.
“No, it’s not like that…it’s not like that…” He squatted on the ground, weakly protesting over and over again, “He didn’t, it’s not…it’s not like that…”
"Mingyu".
Just as he was about to collapse, a familiar voice suddenly rang out, piercing through countless roars and screams, crossing the endless darkness, and reaching Chu Huaixu's ears.
"Mingyu".
The voice was deep and mellow; though it was just two soft calls, it was like a sharp sword that cleaved away all the demons and monsters.
In an instant, the voices that had been constantly haunting and tormenting Chu Huaixu vanished without a trace.
Chu Huaixu staggered to his feet and slowly opened his eyes.
The scene before him had completely changed. The blood had dissipated, and the heads scattered on the ground were gone. He was now standing in a courtyard.
As far as the eye can see, there are two tall plum trees, their plum blossoms in full bloom, which are even more striking against the backdrop of a thick layer of white snow on their branches.
A man stood under the plum tree, dressed in a black python robe, his back to the tree, looking up at the plum blossoms.
Chu Huaixu saw half of his profile, a face he recognized very well.
He instinctively took two steps forward, and the man seemed to hear the noise and turned around.
“Mingyu,” the man walked towards him, extended his hand, and said, “Come home with me.”
His eyes were red, with deep dark circles under them, and his voice was choked with emotion, a gentle plea.
Chu Huaixu parted his lips, trying to make a sound: "Okay."
...
Xiao Wu brought in lunch, secretly glanced at his master who was leaning against the headboard without moving, and mustered up his courage to offer a word of advice:
"Sir, you haven't eaten much for six days. Please eat something."
Since Chu Huaixu fell into a coma, my master has stayed by his bedside for six whole days. For the first few days, he didn't eat anything except water. Even a person made of iron couldn't endure that.
Xiao Wu wanted the masked doctor to help persuade him, but the latter fanned the flames: "Starve to death? Starve to death is good! As soon as that Song guy starves to death, I'll run away right after."
Perhaps because she was genuinely afraid he would run away, Song Ting managed to eat a few bites of rice.
After a few days, he lost a lot of weight, and his haggard appearance was not much different from Chu Huaixu lying in bed.
If this continues, one of them will remain unconscious while the other will collapse.
"Sir, please have some..."
But Song Ting ignored him, or rather, Song Ting seemed not to have noticed that there was another person in the room, and just stared blankly at the person on the bed.
Xiao Wu was extremely anxious, almost to the point of desperation. He desperately tried to wink at Qi Zhou beside him, hoping that Qi Zhou could persuade Song Ting again.
Xiao Wu almost squinted his eyes so hard they cramped, but the latter didn't even notice him and, of course, didn't get a response.
Enraged, Xiao Wu secretly vowed in her heart: "You, Qi Zhou, don't even think about coming into my room tonight! I'll beat you every time I see you!"
Song Ting spoke first: "Divine Doctor, when will Mingyu wake up?"
That day, Chu Huaixu collapsed into Song Ting's arms without warning, his breath gone, as if he were dead. He was both shocked and anxious, and felt a metallic taste in his throat, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yan Qingshan, who happened to be delivering the antidote, was so happy that he wanted to release dozens of scorpions to celebrate.
Unfortunately, Song Ting's condition was merely a temporary shock from anger, and she was otherwise unharmed.
But Chu Huaixu was different; Yan Qingshan spent half a day administering acupuncture before he could barely breathe again.
But his breath was so faint that it seemed it would stop at any moment, and he never woke up again after that day.
"Don't be anxious. 'Soul Severing' is extremely vicious, and the detoxification process cannot be completed overnight. Besides, the person surnamed Chu already had a damaged foundation, so it is normal for him to be unconscious for ten days or half a month."
Song Ting nodded, still looking worried.
"Dr. Yan is right. I just took your pulse, and it was stable, which is a good sign. Please rest assured, sir, and take good care of yourself!"
"That's good, thank you both."
Similar conversations have been repeated many times these days. Song Ting feels as if she has to listen to the two of them say it over and over again to be sure that Chu Huaixu is really still alive and getting better.
It is not my own imagination, nor a beautiful dream that can be shattered at any moment.
"Bring the food over." He didn't actually feel hungry, but he really couldn't afford to collapse.
Huai Xu only has him, and he must make sure that Huai Xu sees him the first thing when he wakes up.
Regardless of the past, he had to let Huaixu know that from now on he would always be by his side and would never leave, so the other party could not leave him either.
"Hey, that's right!" Xiao Wu happily carried the food box over, unable to resist nagging, "You don't even know how thin you've become! Be careful the young master won't recognize you when he wakes up!"
Song Ting gave him a light kick in the butt, and finally laughed: "Are you tired of living? Go clean the latrines!"
...
"Mingyu, come home with me." The man in the dream reached out his hand and said gently to Chu Huaixu, who then extended his own hand.
The moment their hands clasped, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the smiling man suddenly moved further and further away from Chu Huaixu, his figure becoming increasingly blurry.
Chu Huaixu hurriedly chased after him, but only saw a flash of white light, and all the scenery suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black expanse before his eyes.
He reached out weakly, and the name that had been suppressed in his heart finally escaped from his lips: "Song Ting! Song Ting!"
"Song Ting!"
Song Ting was about to take the food box when she suddenly heard this shout. She froze, and after a moment of surprise, realizing where the voice came from, she abruptly turned to look at the bed.
The man who had been in a coma for six days now had his brows furrowed and his lips parted, showing signs that he was about to wake up!
"Mingyu!" The food box in her hand was knocked over and fell to the ground, making several crisp sounds of bowls and plates breaking.
But Song Ting couldn't care about anything else anymore. She just held Chu Huaixu's hand and called his name over and over again, "Mingyu, Mingyu... I'm here, please wake up..."
Chu Huaixu's eyes remained tightly closed, his butterfly-like eyelashes trembling slightly. Song Ting stared intently at him, not daring to utter a sound.
After about half a cup of tea, Chu Huaixu suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like water and stars, gazing straight into Song Ting's heart.
"Ming, Mingyu, you're awake?" He heard the sound of his own heart pounding violently.
Only now did Song Ting feel alive again—Chu Huaixu had woken up, and so had he.
This person was indeed his destiny.
Chu Huaixu winked at him and gave him a faint smile: "Little Qingxiang, I'll go home with you..."
His little dog was so foolish; even after being treated so badly by him, it still loyally protected him and their home.
She always waited for him to come home.
"Yes, come home with me. From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere."
Chu Huaixu then smiled again: "Mm."
His smile was so beautiful that Song Ting couldn't hold back any longer. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead, eyes, nose, and mouth.
She still felt it wasn't enough after the kiss, so she grabbed his hands and kissed each finger one by one.
Chu Huaixu felt embarrassed by Song Ting's kiss, and gently scratched Song Ting's palm with his index finger, asking him, "Do you still stand by what you said back then?"
Song Ting also extended two fingers and gently grasped the restless finger: "Which sentence?"
"It's about making it up to you," Chu Huaixu said.
How could he not remember? He once told Chu Huaixu that since he felt indebted to him, he should stay by his side and spend his whole life making it up to him.
He certainly didn't feel that Huaixu owed him anything; everything he did for this person and for the Duanwang Mansion was of his own free will.
But if this is the only way to make Huaixu feel better and keep this person by his side, then he needs Huaixu's sense of indebtedness.
"Of course I remember. Does Mingyu want to make it up to me?"
"Mmm." Chu Huaixu propped himself up on the bed and sat up, opening his arms to hug Song Ting. "To make it up to you."
Having narrowly escaped death, Chu Huaixu woke up as if reborn. He understood many things, and all those things that had previously bound and restricted him became the past and insignificant.
Only Song Ting, only this person, is someone he cannot let go of, whether in the past or in the future.
Song Ting also reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes surging with emotions. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she pressed one hand against the back of Chu Huaixu's head and kissed him passionately and forcefully.
After restraining herself for so long and worrying for so long, this kiss clearly contained a fierce undertone, yet the act of biting and nibbling at his lips unconsciously softened, carrying the tenderness of someone treating him like a precious treasure.
"Then you will stay by my side and spend your whole life making it up to me."
"One lifetime is not enough; I want to live life after life."
[End of article]
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