The sound made Lu Zhufeng stand up instantly and look behind the door.
The door opened, and people began to emerge from the room.
Leng Ruxue, Yun Mo, Chu Wan, Lin Qingyi, and two middle-aged men he didn't recognize.
But he was certain that he heard someone else's voice.
The voice was so familiar, so deeply ingrained in his memory, that even if he turned to ashes, he could never have mistaken it.
His gaze swept past Yunmo and the others, fixed intently on the area behind the door.
There are still people there who haven't come out yet.
When the others stood still and faint footsteps echoed inside the room, his hands, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly involuntarily.
He was afraid he had misheard, which would be too cruel for him.
When he saw the slender figure being half-embraced by Chu Liyue, even his broad frame swayed slightly.
Ai Ruoman silently grasped his hand, giving him a foothold.
Xiao Wujie leaned casually against Chu Liyue's chest, but his hands below were clenched tightly. His eyes seemed to hold an endless night sky, deep and unfathomable, and he spoke calmly:
"The name I chose."
"Is that not allowed?"
"Assistant Lu."
Lu Zhufeng trembled violently, his gaze so intense it seemed to etch Xiao Wujie's face into his very being. He grinned, cursing under his breath:
"Damn it, I knew it. Only someone more despicable than me could come up with such an inhuman name."
"I knew something was wrong."
"I knew it..."
As he muttered to himself, he slowly walked up to Xiao Wujie.
He didn't cry when he saw Ai Ruoman.
At that moment, tears welled up in his eyes.
His eyes clearly reflected Xiao Wujie's handsome, flawless, pale face. He raised his head, trying not to let the tears fall.
When he looked at Xiao Wujie again, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, he forced a smile, and gritted his teeth as he spoke:
"You bastard, have you had enough sleep?"
"You've finally decided to wake up?"
"Damn it, you don't wake up when I'm around, but you only wake up when I'm not around. Do you have a problem with me?"
Xiao Wujie's hand, held by Chu Liyue, trembled violently. He slightly raised his head to look at Lu Zhufeng and said calmly:
"You're only finding out now?"
"Heh! Fine! You heartless bastard..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Wujie slightly opened his arms, and Lu Zhufeng stepped forward, not daring to exert force, and bumped into him.
Xiao Wujie was much shorter than Lu Zhufeng, and his thin body was less than half his width. His fingers gripped Lu Zhufeng's back, touching his shoulders and neck, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
But he could clearly feel large drops of hot, wet liquid splashing onto his thin shirt, quickly soaking it.
"Damn it, you untrustworthy bastard."
"You can sleep so much, you wouldn't even wake up when I got our marriage certificate."
"If this happens again, I'm definitely quitting. Let whoever wants this stupid assistant position take it!"
After saying that, he suddenly let go, turned around, covered his face, and staggered toward Ai Ruoman.
The others who witnessed this scene were also deeply moved and touched.
Yunmo and Leng Ruxue were tearing at toilet paper, each crying harder than the other.
Yunmo wiped away her tears haphazardly, her voice choked with sobs: "Old woman, I told you Old Lu would cry!"
Do you believe me now?
Leng Ruxue's eyes were swollen from crying, and she tore off one tissue after another, soaking her face as soon as she touched it.
"Waaaaah~ I believe it."
"Uncle, I... I admit you are somewhat handsome."
"I shouldn't have called you a bastard, you stinking idiot!"
Lu Zhufeng's angry voice rang out instantly: "Bullshit, where did I cry?"
"Which eye of yours saw me cry? You were just crying so hard that you were hallucinating."
"I didn't cry. I'm not that dramatic. I never cry!"
He held Ai Ruoman's waist, letting her pull out tissues to wipe his face, soaking them before tossing them aside.
This went on for about two minutes before he asked, "Manman, why aren't you finished wiping yet?"
"If I don't finish wiping it off soon, I'll lose all face."
Ai Ruoman said helplessly, "I can't keep up with how much you're wiping..."
"Why don't you finish crying, and then I'll wipe it off?"
*
Inside the room, everyone sat together.
Xiao Wujie wanted to know about Lu Zhufeng's experiences during the past two years, but Lu Zhufeng insisted that he tell him about what happened after he woke up.
Xiao Wujie recounted everything, especially when he talked about the Xiao family. Lu Zhufeng was astonished and finally understood the relationship between Xiao Wujie and Xiao Shuihan, as well as why they were able to enter here safely.
Wherever his gaze fell—
Xiao Shuihan hooked his finger around Luo Yilan's and pressed his body close to Luo Yilan's arm.
Xiao Wujie leaned against Chu Liyue's chest, so weak he couldn't take care of himself. His pale fingers twirled Chu Liyue's soft hair, gently playing with it.
Yunmo clung to Chuwan, and Chuwan held a milk carton to his lips, wiping away any milk stains from his lips.
At this moment, Lu Zhufeng felt the power of inheritance.
When Xiao Wujie asked him about his specific experiences over the past two years, a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, and he began to recount them in detail:
“After you fell into a coma, besides coming here to steal the Jade Heart Stone, I actually did only one thing—murder.”
"I wore a leather jacket, carried a sniper rifle, and chased those weaklings who relied on save-scumming all over the world."
“SL’s S-class has almost been completely replaced, all of them lost to you, me and Miss Chu.”
When talking about specific things, he was afraid that the audience would be bored, so he spoke with great emotion and even acted out the stories himself.
Although his story was full of ups and downs, only he knew that those seemingly passionate days were actually filled with numbness and loneliness.
My lover is thousands of miles away.
My dearest friend is in a coma.
He's all alone. Even if he defeats SL and wins the whole world, what good will it do?
No matter how many people regard the past two years as a miracle, none of them bring me as much happiness as sitting here right now, bragging and joking with everyone.
Lu Zhufeng watched Xiao Wujie's reaction the whole time. He could tell that he was awake, but his physical condition was extremely poor.
He understood him, knowing that beneath his seemingly indifferent exterior lay a delicate and tender heart, and he was afraid that saying too much would upset him.
Having said almost everything, his tone had calmed down, but he wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Xiao Wujie's eyes were reddening.
Unfortunately, before he could see clearly, Xiao Wujie had already turned his head, leaving him with only a perfect profile.
Lu Zhufeng's eyes flickered slightly, then he suddenly rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "You sentimental fool, were you crying?"
“Look up at me, I’ve never seen you cry before.”
Xiao Wujie buried his face in Chu Liyue's neck, his voice cold and aloof: "Fool, I'm not that bad as to cry."
Chu Liyue gently patted Xiao Wujie's shoulder, looking stunningly beautiful; only she knew that her neck was wet.
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