☆, Chapter 120 Silently praying for his wish
Wen Yuci just felt that this was probably God's punishment for him.
Punishing him for not being kind enough since childhood, being cruel to outsiders and merciless to his family, or something else...
He was punished for losing his grandmother, and now his beloved is lying in front of him, and he can't save her.
His wish since childhood was to protect his grandmother and his younger brother. Now his grandmother is gone and his younger brother has grown up.
He has completed all the tasks he has given himself. Can he pray to God to take better care of the people around him?
Late at night, Shu Wanning's temperature dropped a little, but before Wen Yuci could breathe a sigh of relief, she collapsed on the edge of the bed and vomited without any warning.
She hadn't eaten for a long time and could not spit out anything except water. She was holding her tears back so hard that they fell one by one. Wen Yuci held her in his arms, not even daring to use his strength.
He wiped the floor clean and patted Shu Wanning's arm to comfort her. There was already some blue stubble on his chin and his eyes were tired.
After vomiting, she woke up, her eyelids blinking slowly, and she shed silent tears as she looked at the person beside the bed.
Her breathing was shallow, she felt her hand being held tightly by him, saw the tiredness in his eyes, opened her mouth, and her voice was very hoarse.
"Actually...I lied to you about something."
Wen Yuci held her hand tightly and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, you can lie to me however you want."
Shu Wanning curved her lips, her pale lips slightly parted. "Actually, that fortune teller said I wouldn't live past the age of twenty-four. He was pretty accurate."
"He lied to you."
Wen Yuci immediately followed up, looking into her eyes and telling her seriously: "Everything about fortune telling is a lie. You are young and easily fooled."
"Really? Then why do I feel so tired..."
She closed her eyes, and Wen Yuci reached out to catch the tears from her eyes and nodded: "Believe me, Aning will live to be ninety years old."
"Why not a hundred years?" Shu Wanning asked him softly.
Wen Yuci pulled the corners of his lips into a wry smile: "I'm afraid if I say too much, God will think I'm too greedy."
The person on the bed fell asleep again, and he used a tissue to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Wen Yuming sat on the other side of the bed, lowered his head, and sniffed to hide his sadness.
He sighed softly: "When I asked for a peace amulet for you, I should have asked for one for my sister-in-law as well."
Seeing Wen Yuci looking up at him, he curled his lips: "Why are you looking at me like that? People say it's magical. Look, you're wearing the amulet, and you're fine even though you were injured so badly."
"Is it so effective?" Wen Yuci murmured softly.
When Wen Yuming looked at him, he asked, "Where is the temple?"
Wen Yuming pursed his lips and looked at him: "Brother, didn't you say I was superstitious?"
"Yeah." Wen Yuci nodded: "I also want to be superstitious for once."
Under Wen Yuming's shocked gaze, he went into the bathroom to wash up, shaved, and changed into a black suit, including his shirt.
He sat back on the bed, waiting for the sunrise and daybreak, but what came earlier than the sun was a new heavy snowfall.
He stood in front of the window, watching the heavy snow falling gently like goose feathers. Wen Yuming stood beside him and turned his head to look at his worried eyes.
"Brother, let me accompany you."
"You keep her for me."
He turned around and saw the person on the bed was still asleep. He took a cotton swab dipped in water and gently moistened her dry lips.
Finally, he leaned over, gently kissed her forehead, and walked into the heavy snow without looking back.
Because of the heavy snow, the road leading to Xiangyun Temple was not easy to travel on and was bumpy all the way. When the sun just rose, Wen Yuci's car stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Yuming said that he had heard the host say before that if you want something, you must show sincerity.
Wen Yuci took off all the accessories on her body, leaving only a ring on her hand.
Yan He stood there holding an umbrella, looking at the endless staircase, and said worriedly: "Boss, the snow is too heavy..."
His response was his back as he walked into the heavy snow, snow falling on the shoulders of his coat, and he looked up at the countless steps in front of him.
He bent his knees and knelt on the snow-white steps, kowtowed devoutly. When he stood up, the corners of his coat were covered with white snow.
Kneel down every three steps, bow every five steps, and kowtow every seven steps.
He walked for three hours in the heavy snow.
He did not look up to see how far the road was, but only silently prayed in his heart. His knees were numb, but he seemed to have lost consciousness.
Shu Wanning vomited twice again in the hospital. Qiu Yuerong sat beside the bed and signaled someone to start giving her nutritional injections.
At the end of January, it snowed heavily. When the snow stopped, the warm sun, which had not been seen for many days, shone through the clouds and illuminated the entire capital.
After four and a half hours, Wen Yuci stepped onto the last step. At the entrance of the temple, a master was already clearing the snow at the gate.
He rested his hands on his knees for a while, then walked into the temple under the guidance of several people. His knees were icy cold, but he didn't care.
Inside the main hall, a master was meditating. He turned around to look at the man soaked by the wind and snow and asked, "What do you want, sir?"
"Safety."
Someone handed him a towel. He wiped the water off his body, folded the towel neatly and returned it.
The master gestured for the others to hand him the amulet and looked at him earnestly, "Sincerity is the key to success."
Wen Yuci bent down to take the amulet, knelt in the hall, clasped his hands together and hid the amulet in his palms.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, kowtowed, and then silently repeated his wish in his heart.
"I wish all the suffering in the world would come to me, so that my wife can live a safe and healthy life."
He repeated it in his mind many times, and when he opened his eyes, they were slightly moist.
The way down the mountain was still rugged and difficult to walk on. Yan He had been standing next to the car. When he saw him hurriedly walking down the stairs, he hurried forward to support him.
"No need." Wen Yuci refused him and then asked, "Is there any news from the hospital?"
"Master Yuming said that Madam vomited a few more times, but her fever has subsided a little."
He quickly changed his clothes in the car. His knees were cold, so he put his hands on them to add a little warmth.
When he got out of the car, he staggered for a moment while holding on to the door. When he returned to the ward, Wen Yuming was still guarding the bedside.
He reached out and felt the temperature of her forehead, then sat down on the edge of the bed and took out the amulet with her body temperature from his pocket.
He placed the amulet in her palm and held her hand to help her hold it tightly.
"Aning..."
He whispered her name, and after feeling the coldness, he got up and went out to find Cen You.
"Give me a fever-reducing shot."
He said this as soon as he entered the room. Cen You looked at him in horror: "You have a fever too?"
He shook his head and briefly recounted his story of going to pray. Cen You reached out and touched his forehead, then took some medicine from the drawer and gave it to him.
"Don't get the injection until you have a fever. Take some medicine as a preventive measure."
He sighed slightly and said in a deep voice: "Have a good rest."
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