Chu Liyue pulled Xiao Wujie onto the bed and asked, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Xiao Wujie's thin body curled up slightly, his eyes filled with pain, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.
His hand was covering his abdomen.
Chu Liyue's cold eyes suddenly narrowed; that spot was where he had been stabbed.
Ye Jinyu had told her that the wound was too deep and too severe, and the imperfect No. 3 reagent was not effective enough. Although the wound had healed, it was very likely that it would leave a hidden danger.
Sensing her presence, Xiao Wujie instinctively snuggled into her arms, his eyes hazy as he turned his neck to bury his face in her chest, letting out a hoarse, indistinct moan: "It hurts..."
The pain wasn't as intense as when the illness started, but it was fine, persistent, and piercing, extremely torturous.
He clutched his abdomen, instinctively arching his back and curling up in Chu Liyue's arms, his body trembling slightly.
Chu Liyue felt as if her heart had been punched hard, and the pain made it hard to breathe.
She held Xiao Wujie tightly in her arms, removed his cold hands, and gently massaged his abdomen with her warm palms.
His voice was hoarse: "Honey, I'll rub it, it'll stop hurting soon."
She looked up at Yunmo, who hurriedly explained, "I called Brother Ye and he said that the increased air pressure from the rain caused the capillaries to constrict and spasm, resulting in pain from lack of blood and oxygen to the wound."
"I have taken the painkillers as required. Brother Ye also said that I should keep warm and avoid exposing the wound to cold and damp air."
After explaining, Yunmo left.
The painkillers needed time to take effect, so Chu Liyue held Xiao Wujie in her arms, gently massaging his flat stomach with her palms, comforting him with a sour and tender feeling.
It took a long time for the painkiller to take effect, and Xiao Wujie was covered in sweat. Chu Liyue accompanied him to take a bath.
After taking a bath, Chu Liyue led him to sit in front of the mirror, took out a small box, and inside the box, a thin layer of skin that was indistinguishable from human skin, soaked in a transparent liquid.
Chu Liyue gently stroked Xiao Wujie's cheek with her slender fingers, her fingertips lightly touching and stroking the small scar at the corner of his eye.
"Sweetie, this is a simulated skin layer made from your epidermal tissue. It will be invisible when you stick it to the corner of your eye."
"As for this scar and the one on your stomach, they will be removed during your second surgery, and your stomach will no longer hurt."
She placed her hand protectively on Xiao Wujie's abdomen, leaned forward, and gently kissed the corner of his eye, whispering hoarsely:
"Please bear with it a little longer, my sweetheart. Everything will be alright soon."
Xiao Wujie wrapped his arms around her slender, boneless waist, pressed his face against her shoulder, and gently brushed his dry, thin lips against her neck.
"Did my sister go out to pick up this?"
Chu Liyue gently rubbed her cheek against his fine hair and nodded.
Xiao Wujie hugged her tighter, "Sister is so good," then sat up straight, reached out and brushed aside the stray hairs covering the scar, closed his eyes, and said, "Sister, help me put it on."
Chu Liyue put on medical gloves, picked up a pair of sterilized tweezers, carefully unfolded the thin layer of simulated skin, and gently placed it on Xiao Wujie's damaged eyelid skin.
The high-tech simulated skin seemed to have its own adhesive properties. With Chu Liyue's slender fingertips gently pressing it, it quickly and tightly covered Xiao Wujie's eye corner.
Chu Liyue gently stroked the corner of his eye with her fingertips and softly said, "My darling, open your eyes and look."
Xiao Wujie's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. In the mirror, his skin was as white as snow on a mountain, and his face was as clear as the moon and breeze. The scar at the corner of his eye was completely gone.
Her black hair was thick and smooth, but a strand of white hair on her forehead added an eerie touch.
Chu Liyue was extremely meticulous; the skin tone and even the texture of his skin were no different from his real skin, and there was no discomfort around his eyes.
The next second, Chu Liyue's slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and her beautiful face rested lightly on his shoulder.
Two perfectly beautiful faces put together, so beautiful it was almost unreal.
Xiao Wujie's eyes suddenly flickered slightly. He took the scissors, his slender fingers grabbing a strand of white hair. Before he could move, Chu Liyue grabbed his wrist.
Should we cut it off?
Xiao Wujie could clearly feel her body trembling slightly against his back.
He placed his cold palm on the back of her hand, gripped it tightly, and murmured a soft "hmm."
Because of the scar at the corner of his eye, he has been somewhat reluctant to look in the mirror lately, and has not paid much attention to the strand of white hair on his forehead.
His sister was too clever; the presence of this strand of white hair was like a needle pricking her heart.
Chu Liyue lowered her gaze to that strand of white hair, her eyes trembling violently as if stung, and her voice became hoarse:
"I'll cut your hair."
Xiao Wujie tilted his head, reached up and lightly kissed her soft red lips, leaned against her chest, met her dim and obscure gaze through the mirror, and said softly, "Sister, you have to burn it for me after you finish cutting it."
Chu Liyue felt a bitter taste rise in her throat, making it almost impossible for her to speak. She turned her head to kiss his hair, and where the mirror couldn't reflect her face, she closed her eyes and uttered a single word with difficulty: "Okay."
Silver hair fell, sparks flew, and with a hissing sound, the strand of silver hair gradually withered and turned to ash.
The firelight reflected in their eyes. Chu Liyue's palms protected his abdomen, and she held the back of his head. Her full red lips covered his bloodless lips and kissed him deeply.
Although the ripples on the water have subsided, she will never forget that the wind once blew.
"My sweetheart, my darling, my sweetie!"
"I will love and cherish you with all my heart, please don't leave your sister again."
"Never leave..."
As their lips intertwined, Xiao Wujie held her arm tightly, slowly closed his eyes, and let out a soft, muffled moan.
The room had a damp and lingering scent.
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