Chapter 179 Candles
Lan Wu straightened up and sat on the couch, panting heavily, with a little sweat on her forehead.
This dream was... well, not exactly strange, but it certainly surprised her.
In every dream she had ever entered before, she was like a wisp of air. Although she could see and hear Chu Mingheng, it didn't change anything. Chu Mingheng had no idea that she was by his side.
But this time, he actually heard the sound.
Why could you hear that?
Will I be able to hear it again in the future?
She woke up from the dream too soon. If only she had waited a little longer, she could have talked to Chu Mingheng some more.
Thinking of this, Lan Wu lay back on the bed, intending to fall asleep again.
But it was already morning, and it was her usual time to get up. No matter how hard she tried to sleep, she couldn't fall asleep and had no choice but to get up.
In the afternoon, Lan Wu went to Wuji Temple as usual.
The chanting at Wuji Temple always brings a sense of comfort, allowing one to calm down involuntarily, as if all the troubles in one's heart are not a big deal.
To be honest, Lan Wu wanted to ask Master Huifan, judging from the dream, he must have seen her in his dream, and since he could say those things to Chu Mingheng, perhaps he wasn't just aware of her appearance...
However, when she entered her dream again at night, the scene before her eyes was no longer inside the Nanli Temple.
This is...the Imperial Study?
Lan Wu walked towards the dim candlelight and, unsurprisingly, saw Chu Mingheng at the table.
It was already night, and just looking at the bright moon outside the window, one could tell that it was getting late, yet Chu Mingheng was still reviewing memorials.
His expression was somewhat serious, much like his usual appearance. His hair was neatly styled, and he wore a golden crown. His complexion was slightly better than when I saw him in my dream yesterday.
Lan Wu stepped forward and tentatively called out to Chu Mingheng, "Your Majesty?"
Chu Mingheng did not react.
Is it... that you can't hear me again?
Lan Wu called out louder in confusion, whispering in his ear twice, and even reaching out to pinch Chu Mingheng's face.
Still not working.
Why did it work yesterday, but not today?
Lan Wu was somewhat discouraged but refused to give up. She shouted at Chu Mingheng for a while and even reached out to grab him, eventually becoming breathless, but to no avail.
She leaned against the desk, breathing softly, watching Chu Mingheng reach out and pick up the memorials one after another.
It's so late, why isn't Chu Mingheng going to sleep? Does he think he's made of iron? Doesn't he ever get tired?
Lan Wu couldn't help him or stop him. She even wondered if the place was wrong. Perhaps Chu Mingheng could only hear her if they went to Nanli Temple.
I don't even know how many days have passed between yesterday's dream and today's dream.
But judging from Chu Mingheng's appearance, he hasn't changed much; he doesn't look older.
She even looked more energetic than she had in her dream, unlike the dejected look she had seen before.
Is there really no other way?
Is Chu Mingheng really unable to hear her again?
Thinking of this, Lan Wu sighed deeply, feeling that fate was playing tricks on her.
Her sigh was quite obvious, and it was directed at the candlestick on the table. As she sighed, the flame on the candlestick flickered, and the shadow cast by the candlelight also flickered.
Um?
Lan Wu fixed her gaze and looked over.
Chu Mingheng saw it too.
He looked around and saw that the window was half open, so he got up and closed it. He returned to his chair, but stopped reviewing the memorials and stared at the candlestick, as if trying to confirm something.
Lan Wu called out to him, but he still couldn't hear her, so she could only blow on the candle flame.
She didn't use much force; the flame didn't go out, but it flickered noticeably.
The firelight illuminated Chu Mingheng's face. He looked very excited, yet as if he was trying hard to suppress something. His voice was a little hesitant. As he spoke, he looked around and asked in a trembling voice, "Is...is it A-Wu?"
Lan Wu responded to him, but then realized he couldn't hear her.
Chu Mingheng didn't hear anything and looked slightly disappointed, but he quickly added, "If it's A-Wu, then blow out the candle, okay..."
Lan Wu immediately blew out the candle for him, but she blew it out too hard and the flame went out.
The hall suddenly went dark for a moment.
Chu Mingheng quickly said, "It's alright, it's alright, Awu. I'll have someone light more candles right away. Awu, don't go, I'll be done soon—"
Lan Wu quietly watched as he had the palace servants come into the hall to light candles. Only when dozens of candles were placed on the table did he stop and quickly tell everyone to leave.
"Awu, are you still there?" Chu Mingheng looked up and around again, and said, "If Awu is still here, blow out another candle."
Lan Wu stepped forward and blew out one of the cigarettes.
Chu Mingheng stared blankly at the scene, his eyes reddening. He reached out and touched the empty space in front of him, and couldn't help but murmur, "Awu, you're so tall, did my hand touch your face?"
Lan Wu looked at the hand that was precisely aimed at her cheek, took a step forward, and gently rubbed her face against his hand. Although they couldn't touch, it seemed that this could offer each other some comfort.
Soon, Lan Wu blew out another candle, indicating to Chu Mingheng – Yes.
Chu Mingheng's hands trembled uncontrollably. To anyone else, this was an extremely bizarre scene, but he regarded it as his only lifeline.
He opened his mouth and whispered, "Awu, I miss you so much. It's because I miss you so much that...that's why I've been behaving strangely. It wasn't intentional, Awu, please don't—"
He seemed a little anxious, and lowered his voice, pleading softly, "Awu, don't be afraid of me, okay?"
Lan Wu covered her face, not daring to look at his expression. She knew he was referring to the way he had mistaken her for her and styled her hair. A pang of sadness gripped her heart, making her feel as if even breathing hurt.
She bent down, blew out another candle, and told Chu Mingheng that she was not afraid.
Chu Mingheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He had so much to say, but it was all stuck in his throat. He carefully considered each word and couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"Awu, Huifan said I'll see you again. When will I be able to see you? I miss you so much, I want to see you, I want to talk to you..."
Lan Wu couldn't answer the question. She hesitated and then blew out the two candles.
As the candle emitted white smoke, white mist rose up around it.
Lan Wu was startled and hurriedly tried to escape from the white mist, but to no avail.
He opened his eyes and woke up again.
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