Private hospital.
When Cheng Pingxi woke up, dusk was falling over the sky.
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a man with dark green hair standing by the bed.
A familiar face, handsome and dashing. The familiar gold-rimmed glasses seemed a little worn, and the eyes behind them were deep and dark, with a coldness tinged with an undisguised weariness.
The man stood ramrod straight, tall and slender. Under the bright, cold white light, his left sleeve hung limply at his side.
"Xuanwu, Dad—Dad?" The boy in the hospital gown spoke in a hoarse voice. He licked his chapped lips, worry flashing in his eyes, his expression anxious: "What happened to your hand...?"
"You're awake."
Cheng Xuanwu smiled gently, "Have you forgotten who I am? It's just an arm, nothing serious, it won't affect my life. And..."
The man's smile faded: "Xiao Xi, you already have your own family, so don't call me that anymore."
"There is no conflict."
Cheng Pingxi lowered his head, his peach blossom eyes dark and deep, as if completely occupied by the night, extinguishing all light: "In my heart, you will always be my father."
Cheng Xuanwu didn't want to talk about this anymore. He raised an eyebrow and said, "I heard your sister went missing. Shortly after you fell into a coma."
"..."
The boy raised his eyelids, feeling an emptiness and pain in his heart as if a piece had been ripped out. His pale, jade-like fingers suddenly curled up, gripping the blanket tightly. Then he let out a low laugh, a weak and feeble laugh, even tinged with self-mockery. "She... Yueyue always gives me the feeling that she might disappear at any moment. I'm not too surprised that you said that."
"Xiaoxi."
Cheng Xuanwu noticed something was wrong with him, saw the sudden loss of light in his eyes, and heard the frighteningly low mood. "Have you encountered anything in the past year or so? Or perhaps you've had some dreams?"
Cheng Pingxi slowly turned his head, his bangs falling messily across his forehead, obscuring his dark, deep eyes. His attitude was as cold and indifferent as his voice, "Nothing."
Cheng Xuanwu stared calmly at Cheng Pingxi. He was slightly tired, but his gaze was focused and serious as he carefully examined the child he had once raised.
He should be cheerful and sunny, his smile always carrying a warm feeling. But now he is like a mechanical puppet, cold and emotionless, as if all the warm blood has been drained from his body, leaving only a shell that feels unfamiliar to him.
The boy raised a hand to his forehead, his long, slender fingers covering his sinister face. A broken voice escaped his lips, "She... has the same face... She... killed me... It was her..."
Cheng Xuanwu quickly realized what he had overlooked, and Cheng Pingxi's next words confirmed his suspicions: "I remember so clearly, the sword in her hand so ruthlessly and coldly pierced through my chest..."
"Squeak—creak—"
The door to the ward was opened from the outside, revealing a familiar face.
Wu Yue's eyes flashed with surprise, which quickly turned into joy. She walked over quickly and hugged Cheng Pingxi: "Brother! You're awake! That's great. If Yan Xiaoyu's medicine doesn't work again, I'll make him kneel on durians."
Yan Chiyu pursed his lips, accepting his girlfriend's unilateral punishment with equanimity.
Bai Tang, carrying the bouquet she had prepared for Cheng Pingxi, followed behind with a smile. After entering the ward, she stopped beside Yan Chiyu, her smiling gaze passing over Wu Yue's shoulder and landing on Cheng Pingxi's face.
“My dear Wuwu, I’m so glad to finally meet your brother. It seems like today is a good day…”
Bai Tang's smile froze instantly. She stared at Cheng Pingxi, whose expression was complex and indifferent, and felt a sense of disorientation as if her heart was sinking into an abyss.
How could it be Baby Wu's brother?!
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