Lu Tianjiao was furious and left alone in a huff.
Cheng Liang watched her departing figure for a moment, then stepped forward and asked with concern, "Your Highness, how is Miss Yi?"
"The fever has subsided." Xuan Yuanhan finally let out a deep breath and said in a deep voice.
While hesitating, the kiss marks on his clothes and neck that he had just seen thanks to Yi Junhao kept flashing before his eyes.
Cheng Liang finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, has Miss Yi finally accepted you? Did that kind of thing happen between you two outside the city just now?"
Seeing that Xuan Yuanhan remained silent for a long time, Cheng Liang was nervously bracing himself for another cold look or scolding when he unexpectedly discovered that Xuan Yuanhan seemed to be reminiscing about some beautiful memory, with a handsome smile on his lips.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." It's true that he can dream even while standing; his master is truly a god. Seeing that he was lost in his memories, Cheng Liang leaned down in front of him and called out softly again and again, afraid of disturbing his sweet dream.
A moment later, Xuan Yuanhan suddenly came to his senses, and a gentle smile even appeared on his lips. To Cheng Liang's surprise, he said, "Yes, it happened."
After saying that, she turned and walked lightly into Lin Yuexuan's bedroom.
Cheng Liang was stunned and speechless with excitement. He stood frozen in the snow for a long time, unable to move.
Finally, as if instinctively pinching her cheek, she said, "Oh...it hurts...it's all real. All this anxiety and uncertainty for so long, and now Your Highness has finally taken her..."
He then looked up at Lin Yuexuan, lost in thought...
Inside Lin Yuexuan's bedroom, Yi Shangyun, after being tormented by Xuan Yuanhan, finally calmed down and her high fever subsided.
However, she remained unconscious. This unconsciousness was not caused by the sudden high fever, but rather by a similar kind of disorientation that Yi Junhao had described, which occurred on the day of Xuan Yuanhan's wedding at the Qin Prince's Mansion.
Inside the bedchamber, Xuanyuan Han sat by the couch, his large, masculine hands tightly gripping Yi Shangyun's slender hand, his voice filled with heartache as he said, each word deliberate and painful, "I beg you, you must wake up. I won't allow you to sleep any longer..."
Yi Shangyun seemed to have heard these earnest words; her eyes twitched slightly beneath her eyelids, but then she remained motionless...
In her coma, in the dream of the cloud on her clothes:
In 21st-century Shanghai, it's the season of flying catkins.
A quaint and quiet coffee shop, like a secret garden hidden deep in the city, with flowers and plants swaying at the entrance, it is easy to miss the entrance if you don't look carefully.
Inside the coffee shop, there are dark brown wooden tables and chairs, a handsome bartender, and an artistic young singer performing at the bar.
The walls, densely covered with wish lists and photos, are particularly eye-catching. They represent the hopes of young people for their bright futures, their heartfelt confessions to their lovers, the subtle thoughts of those secretly in love, and even their own soliloquies. Each face, whether joyful or sorrowful, is brimming with authenticity…
Each wish sticker is like a shining star in the night sky, becoming a starry wish posted on the wall, telling people coming and going stories of joy and sorrow, and the many ups and downs of life.
The osmanthus tree that the female shop owner and she planted together in the yard a few years ago is now emitting a faint, sweet fragrance.
On a drizzly afternoon, Yi Shangyun, as always, sat alone in an inconspicuous corner of the coffee shop. As always, she ordered a bitter coffee without sugar and held a medical book in her hands.
When the background music in the coffee shop changed to Eason Chan's "Long Time No See," a handsome resident singer appeared and gave a heartfelt performance.
Although the atmosphere was somewhat melancholic, she was very fond of it, and all her sentimentality was actually due to just one person.
As she listened, she couldn't help but put down the book in her hand, leaned over, propped her chin up with one hand, and looked out the window at the osmanthus tree, watching the drizzle fall and then hit the clusters of golden yellow flowers among the lush greenery.
Just then, a young couple deeply in love walked in. The boy's large hand held the girl's small hand tightly in his palm, and the girl's face was filled with a sweet and contented smile.
After the two young lovers entered, they went straight to the seat next to her and sat down.
When she looked up unintentionally, the boy smiled brightly and nodded slightly to her in greeting. She was stunned for a moment, then returned a faint smile.
As soon as the waiter arrived, the girl excitedly rushed to order. The boy rubbed her nose, then gazed at his girl with a doting smile.
...
For some reason, as she watched, the faint smile that had been on Yi Shangyun's face suddenly stung, and her eyes filled with tears.
She quickly lowered her head, afraid that someone would notice her red eyes.
She remembered that, because of Wei Mingxuan, she had once believed with certainty that she would be the happiest girl in the world.
She remembered that, because of Wei Mingxuan, she had been pampered and loved by him in the same way.
She remembered that, because of Wei Mingxuan, she could hold hands with her beloved under the moon and flowers, ride bicycles together through the streets and alleys of the small town, and stand on deserted streets to shout excitedly.
She remembered that, because of Wei Mingxuan's existence, she didn't have to worry about anything. As long as she didn't make a fuss, she could always follow behind him and be his shadow.
She remembered that, because of Wei Mingxuan's existence, and only when he was around, she had done all the things that couples in love would do—small things, but each one incredibly sweet.
She would never forget the day Wei Mingxuan disappeared. In the pouring rain, she searched alone through all the streets they had walked together, every corner they had lingered in, until finally, utterly exhausted, she collapsed in the downpour…
Later, in the classroom, looking at his seat that he always kept empty, not allowing anyone to touch it, her heart was completely emptied out.
Every day she would lock herself in her room and cry loudly. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. She was willing to change anything, she just wanted him to give her another chance.
But he never appeared again, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth, as if he had never been in this world.
From then on, she gradually shut herself off completely, no longer feeling joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.
A young girl in the prime of her life, who only saw Wei Mingxuan as her life goal, could have lived a peaceful life under his doting care. Instead, she chose to leave for a distant place alone, experiencing ups and downs in the world, and tasting the coldness and warmth of human relationships.
In the end, she lived a seemingly glamorous life as a beautiful CEO, but in reality, she was just a lonely soul adrift in a foreign land, as light as dust.
Because of his sudden departure, all the beautiful things in the past became fleeting memories, turning into the deepest, most lingering dream in her life.
The splendor has faded, and the lingering dream remains.
People come and go like the wind, and even so, even if this is just a broken dream beyond her control, she is not afraid. She will keep waiting, even if the end is nothing but emptiness. In the future, what could be more terrifying than his disappearance?
However, because the upcoming tumor surgery might take her long to die, she was afraid; she was afraid that she wouldn't even have the right to wait.
Wei Mingxuan, if you don't come back soon, it will really be too late...
Suddenly, a face and a deep kiss appeared in her dream, one that she couldn't tell whether it was Wei Mingxuan or Xuanyuan Han, no matter how hard she tried.
At the same time, another figure appeared faintly behind the person kissing her, surrounded by golden light that enveloped him tightly.
He walked towards her with light steps and a gentle smile, but she was being deeply kissed by someone else.
When he came closer to her line of sight, she finally saw clearly that it was Wei Mingxuan, whom she had been longing for. But who was the person kissing him so deeply?
She began to struggle desperately, but she couldn't budge the strong body in front of her at all.
"No, no..." She cried, tears streaming down her face like broken beads. She struggled, desperately reaching out to hold Wei Mingxuan's hand. He was so close to her, almost within reach of the warmth she had been searching for and longing for all these years, that most familiar warmth.
No matter how hard she tried, she could never reach it; she was always just a little bit short.
She was crying, and being kissed at the same time, her arms still stretched out forward with all her might, trying to reach...
He murmured to himself, "No... Wei Mingxuan... no..."
Suddenly, Wei Mingxuan, who was still smiling warmly at her, said, "Yun'er, don't be sad, don't grieve. I am him, and he is me. It's a pact for a hundred lifetimes. I will never leave you, understand?"
"No, Wei Mingxuan, he is not you, and you are not him. I only want you, for all eternity. Come back, please come back..." She didn't have time to analyze the meaning of his words; she just cried out in her heart, fearing that he would disappear again.
Just as she was crying her heart out, the golden light in front of her suddenly shone to its limit for a moment, but then disappeared immediately.
Heartbroken, Yi Shangyun cried out in alarm, "Wei Mingxuan, come back! No..."
Suddenly, the dream shifted.
A handsome man dressed in brocade robes whispered gently in her ear, "I beg you, you must wake up. I won't allow you to sleep for so long..."
Immediately afterwards, a blinding light transported her to another unfamiliar illusion, where a Taoist priest in blue robes appeared, repeatedly uttering incomprehensible words:
"It is Heaven that chose you, Miss, and it is Heaven that has destined you to have an extraordinary life."
"Any soul that enters this body must fulfill its responsibilities and mission in order to be freed, unless Miss doesn't encounter anyone..."
"Miss, there's no way to avoid it now. It's all too late. You've already met that person!"
"What is destined to be yours will be yours, and what is not, you cannot force. Cause and effect, reincarnation, a hundred-life covenant, flowers bloom and wither, since it has come, accept it."
"Who are you? Who are you! Who are you..."
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