As Xiao Wujie's condition stabilized and he fully regained consciousness, everyone rushed into the ward.
The once empty and quiet ward instantly became extremely lively, especially as Yunmo, Lu Zhufeng, and Leng Ruxue rushed forward to greet him.
He was glared at by Chu Liyue, so much so that he had to wait in line to greet Xiao Wujie.
The scene was extremely tense.
As soon as Yun Mo, who was first in line, approached Xiao Wujie, her eyes reddened and large tears streamed down her face like a flood.
Her throat was choked with sobs, and she buried her head in Xiao Wujie's lap, crying so hard she couldn't lift her head.
So Chu Liyue, who was sitting gracefully on the side of the bed, hugged Xiao Wujie. Xiao Wujie, who was being held in Chu Liyue's arms, leaned down and hugged Yun Mo, who was lying on his lap.
The scene was harmonious, yet tinged with an inexplicable strangeness.
In the end, Lu Zhufeng, with a dark face, grabbed Yun Mo by the back of his collar and threw him back to Chu Wan's side.
Your teacher is perfectly fine, why are you crying like a mourner?
Looking at Xiao Wujie, who was ranked second, Leng Ruxue saw that his eyes were clear and he was leaning against Chu Liyue's chest. Chu Liyue was no longer as cold and silent as she had been a few days ago, which was worrying. Leng Ruxue couldn't help but smile.
With one hand behind her back, she grinned and wanted to pinch Xiao Wujie's extremely handsome face, but when she met Chu Liyue's deep and dark gaze, she smiled and put her hand back.
Lu Zhufeng, who appeared last, originally intended to put on a cold and serious face and put Xiao Wujie in a bad position. However, seeing his haggard and sickly appearance, his eyes shifted and he could only mutter a resentful murmur in the end.
"See if you dare not take me next time!"
"If you keep doing this, I'm really quitting."
Seeing his awkward, prideful act of suffering for the sake of saving face, Xiao Wujie couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of his lips. He wanted to get up and give him a hug, but was rejected with a wave of his hand full of disgust, not forgetting to complain:
"Go away, that's so cheesy and pretentious."
"You're so weak, don't you know your place? Go back to your bed!"
It's just that, whether it was the people's imagination or not, they seemed to see his eyes suddenly redden for a moment as he turned around.
After a series of greetings that were both funny and exasperating, everyone pulled up a few chairs and sat around the hospital bed.
After a series of thrilling storms, the clouds finally parted and the sun shone through. Everyone visibly relaxed and, without prior arrangement, began to cherish and enjoy this rare moment of peace.
The world is unpredictable and ever-changing; life is full of twists and turns.
Everyone has their own unique destiny. Life is full of ups and downs, and it is common to be separated from loved ones. This makes the peaceful and joyful time spent together all the more precious.
Xiao Wujie nestled obediently and dependently in Chu Liyue's arms, his fingers mischievously kneading her slender, silky legs.
In this rather warm atmosphere, he couldn't help but look up and exchange a glance with Chu Liyue, both of them seeing the faint smile in the other's eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xiao Wujie noticed that Yunmo, who was sitting next to Chuwan, had a very faint blush on her face and was secretly reaching for Chuwan's hand. He couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Silly boy, at this rate, when will you ever be able to completely win her over?
As if she could read his mind, Chu Liyue, whose gaze had never left him for a moment, gave a strange, slight smile.
When Xiao Wujie's gaze fell on Chu Nanfeng's hand, which was wrapped in thick gauze, his eyes trembled slightly, and his low, hoarse voice carried a hint of gratitude and apology.
"Brother, how's your hand?"
He was grateful that if Chu Nanfeng hadn't caught the blade with his bare hands, he might have died at Old Black Mountain.
He felt apologetic because Chu Nanfeng was a gentle and sincere person who had treated him well. However, he had deliberately taken advantage of Chu Nanfeng's guilt towards Chu Liyue in Laoheishan to put pressure on him.
Chu Nanfeng, on the other hand, was quite carefree. His tall figure leaned lazily against the chair, one hand on the back of the chair, the other waving lightly at him, his smile sincere and clear.
"My hand is fine, it's just a superficial injury, it will heal with rest."
"We're family, so let's not stand on ceremony and stop with the formalities."
"Take good care of yourself. Once you're feeling better, go back to the old house with Liyue to let her know you're safe and sound."
These words were spoken to both Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue. Chu Mingcheng and Bai Jingxuan already knew about Xiao Wujie's injury.
He stopped them several times when they tried to come over, because their arrival would only add to their sorrow.
Now that Xiao Wujie has woken up and is recovering, Chu Nanfeng sincerely hopes that they can go back to the old house to visit, as their family has always missed them.
His deep, cold eyes flickered slightly, and Chu Liyue nodded gently under his expectant gaze.
Time flew by in this warm and casual conversation. Seeing that Xiao Wujie looked a little tired, everyone tactfully left one by one.
Chu Liyue coaxed Xiao Wujie to lie down and, after putting him to sleep, quietly turned and left.
With Chu Liyue not by his side, Xiao Wujie didn't sleep very soundly and woke up after a short while.
When he woke up, Chu Liyue had not yet returned. He couldn't sleep, and lying down for too long made him uncomfortable. So he braced himself on the edge of the bed with his arms and slowly sat up. He leaned weakly against the headboard, looking listless.
At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and it wasn't Chu Liyue, but Lin Qingyi.
This was the first time Xiao Wujie had seen her since waking up; she hadn't come in with the others before.
She had regained her usual gentle elegance, and her exquisite dark cheongsam accentuated her snow-white skin and graceful figure.
Her long hair was pulled up high, with a few stray strands falling across her forehead; her face was delicate and her temperament captivating.
Sensing the hint of guilt in her eyes, Xiao Wujie smiled and spoke first, though his voice was low and weak.
"Are you alright, Sister Qingyi?"
A gentle and charming smile appeared on her delicate face, and Lin Qingyi nodded at him with a light laugh.
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