The night was deep, as if the thickest ink in the universe had been poured down, staining everything in the world with endless darkness.
The gale was like an invisible giant hand, seemingly trying to uproot the world. Raindrops lashed down mercilessly, striking the windows with a loud pattering sound.
In a spacious and bright room
Veins bulged on Xiao Wujie's forehead as waves of intense pain swept over every part of his body. Large beads of sweat slid down his thin cheeks and long neck, gathering into thin streams that spread along the pillow.
His black hair clung stickily to his face because of sweat, making him look as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. He was biting his lower lip haphazardly, and bright red blood instantly stained his lips. He looked fragile and broken, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
"Sister...please...don't go..."
"Don't go..."
The excruciating physical pain and the unease caused by Chu Liyue's disappearance brought him to the brink of collapse. His eyelashes trembled violently, and his voice was broken.
The next second, two delicate lips covered his blood-soaked lips, his chin was forcefully gripped by a slender hand, and a soft, sweet touch explored his mouth, caressing it with utmost tenderness.
"Sweetie, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll always be here!"
"Just hang in there a little longer, you'll feel better soon..."
Her warm, smooth palms gently stroked his cheeks and neck, ignoring the stickiness on his skin, while a low, soft voice escaped from their intertwined lips.
Chu Liyue, oblivious to everyone else, soothed his aching body and tormented soul with her tenderness and sweetness, allowing him to find his own safe haven amidst the endless storm.
Sensing the familiar presence, Xiao Wujie was immediately calmed down and stopped struggling wildly as before. However, his body was still trembling from the pain, and his fingers were gripping the bed sheet so tightly that his knuckles were almost broken.
Taking advantage of the brief moment he was calmed down, Ye Jinyu and Lin Qingyi immediately used their respective methods to begin treatment.
After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Wujie's clothes were open, revealing his pale chest covered with various electromagnetic plates and tubes, and an IV drip was inserted into his hand.
He seemed utterly exhausted. He closed his weary eyes, his breathing shallow and even, and drifted into a brief slumber.
Her face was as pale as paper, her long eyelashes drooped limply, casting a faint shadow on her pale cheeks, as if all her life force had been squeezed out by the pain she had just endured.
The light shone on his pale face, outlining soft contours, making him look like a flower that had withered after a storm, having lost its former radiance but still retaining an undeniable beauty.
Because of his earlier frantic struggles, the sheets beneath him were soaked with sweat, and his clothes clung to his body, feeling sticky.
Chu Liyue pulled him into her arms expressionlessly, then sat gracefully and elegantly on the chair by the bed, her gaze coldly fixed on the maid as she changed the sheets and blankets one by one.
After the maid had laid out new sheets and blankets, she carefully put the person back down, then brought over a basin of hot water and soaked a clean towel in it.
She pressed the towel to the bottom of the basin with her fair and delicate hands until the back of her hands were red from being soaked. Then she took out the soaked towel, wrung it out, and held the unconscious Xiao Wujie with one arm while gently and meticulously wiping his body with the other.
Knowing he was a clean person, she patiently wiped every corner of his body clean again and again, changed him into a set of clean and dry clothes, and then sprayed on his usual perfume.
She gently stroked his face twice, carefully tucked the blanket around him, and then tiptoed out.
Time passed second by second. The lingering pain in his body made Xiao Wujie's sleep restless. Before long, his eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
"elder sister……"
His hoarse, weak voice echoed in the room, but he did not receive the response he expected.
His dim and listless gaze swept across the empty room, and a sense of loss welled up in his heart.
He wants to see her, to see her the moment he opens his eyes, he wants to see her right now.
Despite having tubes inserted into his body and needles in his hands, and enduring the lingering pain, he struggled to get up and try to get out of bed.
With a creak, the door opened, and Chu Liyue, whose hair was still wet, pushed the door open and happened to witness this scene.
"Ah Jie!"
A cold, authoritative voice came from her mouth, and Xiao Wujie stopped what he was doing almost without resistance, looking at her with misty eyes.
"elder sister……"
His low, weak voice carried the vulnerability and attachment of someone recovering from an illness, instantly disarming Chu Liyue and making it difficult for her to be cold towards him.
She walked quickly to his side and sat down gracefully. She carefully examined the tubes, patches, and IV drip in his hand before turning her indifferent gaze to him.
"hug……"
He bit his lip lightly, his eyes welling up with tears, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
After staring at him for a moment, Chu Liyue was the first to give in. She sighed helplessly, then gracefully sat down in the quilt and stretched out her arms to pull him into her fragrant embrace.
"Does it still hurt?"
With her fingers gently stroking his abs and waist, Chu Liyue asked in a soft voice.
"Yeah, a little."
Xiao Wujie's hand, which wasn't attached to the IV drip, was tightly wrapped around her slender waist. He rested his head on her shoulder and whispered, greedily inhaling the intoxicating rose scent emanating from her body.
Without responding, Chu Liyue simply tightened her arms around him, rested her chin lightly on his head, and gently stroked his back with her warm, smooth hands, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
"Sister, am I... really useless?"
After a long while, Xiao Wujie's hoarse voice came from the crook of her neck.
He had recovered from the confusion of just waking up and naturally noticed the brand-new sheets beneath him, his washed body, and his dry clothes.
His fingers gently stroked Chu Liyue's still-damp black hair; there was something he didn't understand.
When he's not having an attack, his weak and coquettish behavior is just a little trick he uses to get attention.
Being her darling is something he does willingly, but it doesn't mean he lacks the ability to walk alongside her.
As the onset period shortened and the pain intensified, he had almost no ability to resist the excruciating agony that felt like it was tearing him apart.
Her embrace and her breath seemed to be the only salvation in his sea of suffering, and when her breath left him, he felt like he was about to collapse.
I always need you to pamper and spoil me, and when I'm sick, I'm completely useless and need you to take care of me in everything...
Isn't that incredibly useless?
Is it... annoying?
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