It was completely dark.
The atmosphere in the warm suite was subtly indescribable.
The people had different expressions, some standing and some sitting.
Xiao Shuihan paced back and forth at the doorway, looking anxious, and occasionally leaned against the door to listen for any sounds coming from inside.
Then he kept saying in Luo Yilan's ear, "Alan, why isn't our son making any noise?"
“He’s sick, and I’m worried about him staying inside by himself. Shall we go in and check on him?”
Luo Yilan, after being pestered by him several times, flicked his forehead in exasperation and said with a complicated expression:
"Okay, stop turning around, it's not appropriate for us to go in."
She pursed her lips and turned her gaze to another room.
Chu Liyue took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and gently stroked the jade stone with her fingertips, her eyes deep and unfathomable.
Lin Qingyi explained Xiao Wujie's illness to her, and her expression became somewhat grave:
"His condition was very serious. He coughed up blood and had a persistent high fever. He probably still has a low-grade fever now."
The closer it got to the end, the faster Xiao Wujie's health deteriorated, and each episode of his illness became more severe than the last.
Chu Liyue paused, her fingers stroking the jade stone, her gaze lowered, and she remained silent.
Lin Qingyi's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at her and said softly:
"Sister Chu, physical condition can easily affect a person's mental state."
"People like him are more prone to anxiety and fear of loss than normal people."
In particular, he is an extremely sensitive and perceptive person.
Chu Liyue nodded, "I understand," and then got up and walked outside.
When Xiao Shuihan saw Chu Liyue approaching, he looked at her like a savior and wanted to hand her the keys, but he couldn't read her emotions, so he whispered:
"Liyue, Wujie is young and sick. He might be throwing a tantrum, so please don't take it to heart."
Chu Liyue shook her head: "No."
Xiao Shuihan breathed a sigh of relief and handed her the key: "Liyue, go in and take a look. He's not making a sound inside. I'm afraid he might do something stupid."
Chu Liyue nodded, signaling them to disperse, then inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open to enter.
The moment she entered, she saw the figure huddled in the corner tremble.
She walked over quietly, and her brows furrowed the moment her fingers touched his body.
The temperature in Hong Kong in April was not low. The central air conditioning in the suite was not turned on, and Xiao Wujie was wearing only a thin nightgown. He sat on the floor and felt frighteningly cold.
She immediately bent down, intending to pick him up horizontally, but Xiao Wujie huddled tightly. She simply kept him curled up, wrapped her arms around his legs, and lifted him up completely.
She held the person easily, and the person in her arms did not resist at all, but the person was frighteningly light.
Chu Liyue carried him to the bed, pulled the blanket over him and wrapped him tightly, her warm palms holding Xiao Wujie's cold hands to warm them.
She clearly felt the person move slightly closer to her, and a complex and heartbreaking look flashed in her eyes.
I can't learn how to throw a tantrum, but I'm quite good at comforting myself.
She kicked off her slippers, crawled into the quilt, and pulled him into her arms, gently and patiently patting Xiao Wujie's back with her palms.
She didn't speak, but simply wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, hugged him, and gently stroked his back with her fingertips.
After a while, she felt him relax a lot and tried to pry his face, which was buried between his knees.
She tried to pry it open, and Xiao Wujie's body trembled slightly. He strained his neck and refused to lift his head.
Chu Liyue's gaze sharpened, and she placed one hand on his sensitive waist, while tightening her grip on his head.
The face that was raised was red-rimmed, and large tears kept sliding down its cheeks.
Chu Liyue's heart clenched. She had assumed that Xiao Wujie's refusal to look up was a sign of his petulance, and that he was waiting for her to coax him with kisses.
She hadn't expected him to look like this when she looked up.
Xiao Wujie's eyes were red and swollen, and it was unclear how long he had been crying, or if he had been crying ever since he came in.
Large tears streamed down Chu Liyue's face, burning her fingers. Xiao Wujie's lips moved slightly: "I'm sorry..."
I shouldn't have lost my temper with you.
Chu Liyue's heart tightened, and she reached out to wipe away his tears, saying in a low, cold voice, "Don't cry, you're not allowed to cry!"
Xiao Wujie simply looked up and stared intently at her, tears streaming down his face like a broken string of pearls, his gaze so profound it seemed he wanted to etch Chu Liyue's face into the depths of his soul.
He regretted saying "Whoever wants it can have it" as soon as he finished speaking, knowing he had no right to lose his temper with her.
The moment he saw that piece of jadeite, anger and fear almost ignited his chest.
Seeing this stone reminds him of the explosion and fire last night.
That kind of powerful explosion, just one, would be enough to obliterate her completely.
Everyone thought Chu Liyue was terrifyingly powerful, but he snuggled in her arms every day. He knew she wasn't made of steel; she was just like all the women in the world, her body as soft as water.
He was terrified, deep down; he didn't want to lose her.
In his heart, she was ten thousand times more important than that broken stone.
Chu Liyue couldn't be coaxed.
No matter how much she wiped, Xiao Wujie's tears just wouldn't stop flowing.
She had no choice but to resort to her ultimate move.
Kiss him.
If you kiss him until he's numb, he won't have the strength to cry anymore.
As always, she held Xiao Wujie's head and kissed him passionately.
After a long while, Xiao Wujie was completely defeated. His lips were swollen and red from being bullied, and he leaned his head weakly on her shoulder, too exhausted to cry.
Chu Liyue hugged him, gently stroking his back with her palms. She knew she had really frightened him this time.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she took out the jade stone again.
Before Xiao Wujie could react, she forcefully grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
She lowered her head to kiss away the tear stains at the corners of Xiao Wujie's eyes, comforting him before raising the exquisite jade stone, her tone gentle yet earnest:
"My dear, I'm sorry about what happened this time. I scared you."
“But my dear child is not weak. I just want to take back what rightfully belongs to you.”
"I can't guarantee that there won't be any crises in the future. I hope my baby recovers soon and can fight alongside me."
"Will you protect my sister?"
The soft blue light shone on her stunning face, revealing her fair skin and delicate features, exuding a captivating and ethereal beauty.
Xiao Wujie's chin was pinched by her, forcing him to raise the back of his neck. His gaze trembled, and he bit his lip as he asked:
"If you lie to me one last time, I'll..."
His gaze darted away, unable to utter any harsh words, but he never wanted to experience that feeling again—watching her risk her life for him, powerless to stop her, and even more powerless to help her.
Chu Liyue smiled, her cold arrogance tinged with a captivating charm, breathtakingly beautiful and intoxicatingly gentle.
Her eyes were brimming with love as she placed the most precious gem on the head of the most precious person.
"No, I'm not lying to you."
"Not only will I not lie to you, I will also guarantee it to you—"
"Things won't happen more than three times. You don't like to cry, so I won't make you cry again!"
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