Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan landed in the capital and headed straight for the manor.
Coincidentally, just as they arrived, Chu Mingcheng and Bai Jingxuan also came to visit Xiao Wujie.
The initial atmosphere was normal, just like any other in-laws meeting for the first time, exchanging pleasantries and getting to know each other.
Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan are a bit younger than Chu Mingcheng and Bai Jingxuan, so they address them as older brother and sister.
But when you actually sit down, the style changes slightly.
Xiao Shuihan appears aloof but is actually gentle, while Chu Mingcheng is cold and taciturn; after a brief greeting, he has nothing more to say.
Luo Yilan is aloof and taciturn, while Bai Jingxuan is gentle and talkative, making the atmosphere awkward when the two are together.
But when they saw Xiao Wujie, who was completely blind, the scene took a 180-degree turn.
Luo Yilan and Chu Ming were like silent guardians. One held Xiao Wujie, her heart trembling with pain, while the other remained silent, but a look of unbearable sorrow and sigh appeared on his usually stiff face.
On the other side, Xiao Shuihan and Bai Jingxuan seemed to have met kindred spirits, each crying more sincerely than the other.
Bai Jingxuan: "Baby, why didn't you and Li Yue tell Aunt Jing anything? If I hadn't come today, I wouldn't have known you were blind."
“I’m already feeling this bad, your parents must be feeling even worse off.”
Xiao Shuihan wiped away her tears with a tissue, not forgetting to share one with Bai Jingxuan: "Sister Jing, you really hit the nail on the head."
"I...I have no heart left, my heart is broken!"
With unspoken emotions swirling in Luo Yilan and Chu Mingcheng's eyes, the two almost burst into tears and embraced each other.
Xiao Wujie leaned wearily against Luo Yilan, his eyelashes trembling, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"Dad, Aunt Jing, don't cry, I'm still here."
It shouldn't look like a funeral.
About half an hour later, Chu Mingcheng and Bai Jingxuan left. Xiao Wujie had been separated from his family for many years, and now that Xiao Shuihan and Bai Jingxuan had gone to the capital, they should spend more time with their family of three.
Xiao Wujie felt uncomfortable after lying down for a long time, and he was also afraid that Xiao Shuihan would cry uncontrollably, so he asked him and Luo Yilan to accompany him for a walk.
In the back garden of the manor, on the cobblestone path, Luo Yilan carefully held Xiao Wujie's hand, with Xiao Shuihan protecting her beside her, their steps slow.
"Goodness, lift your foot a little, there's a protruding rock."
Xiao Wujie's eyes were vacant, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he held Luo Yilan's hand tightly. His steps were cautious, and he appeared fragile and dependent.
Luo Yilan was held by his arm, following him step by step, and a wave of maternal tenderness welled up in her heart.
She had just given birth when Xiao Wujie was kidnapped, and she missed his entire childhood.
Learning to walk unsteadily, learning to speak babbling, growing taller and bigger...
At this moment, being relied on by him like a child, her icy heart almost melted into a puddle of water.
Xiao Wujie's health was in terrible shape. He started sweating and short of breath after walking for a short while.
Xiao Shuihan picked him up and carried him all the way to the pavilion before putting him down.
As if on purpose, Xiao Wujie, who was clearly tall and slender, was carried like a child, with his bottom supported and his body hoisted onto his shoulder.
After Xiao Wujie lost his sight, his hearing became exceptionally sharp. He could clearly hear the hushed laughter of the servants and maids moving about the manor.
"Young Master is like a baby."
"The young lady dotes on her, the mistress of the family dotes on her, and now that they've found their biological parents, they dote on them even more! They're all so loving!"
"Young Master, this should be called the Innately Favored Sacred Body."
...
Xiao Wujie blushed with embarrassment, his face burning red, and he couldn't even lift his head. "Dad, put me down..."
"Smack!" Xiao Shuihan lightly patted his bottom. "Good boy, give Daddy a hug."
Sitting in the pavilion, Luo Yilan held a tissue in her hand and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and nose, speaking softly:
"Sweetie, if you're tired or sleepy, just say so, and Mommy will take you to rest."
"Your condition is no longer suitable for getting out of bed and moving around much."
As she spoke, she poured a cup of tea that the maid had just changed and brought it to Xiao Wujie's lips, saying, "Have some water."
Xiao Wujie took two sips from her hand, his fingertips gently tracing the marble table, and asked softly:
"Mom, how long will you be staying this time?"
Xiao Shuihan's eyes flickered, her tone tinged with sadness, and she said softly, "Son, do you want us to stay and spend more time with you, or are you in a hurry to send us away?"
Xiao Wujie hurriedly shook his head: "I'm not..."
Luo Yilan held his hand and gently interrupted, "If you're afraid we'll find out you're about to lose your five senses, then you don't need to ask any more questions."
"Liyue has already told us everything."
"We will stay with you until the surgery."
Xiao Wujie's expression instantly turned panicked. He knew he could bear this himself; he didn't want them to know, much less witness the whole thing.
Xiao Shuihan's eyes, which had been bloodshot from crying, reddened again, and her voice became hoarse:
"Son, if Li Yue doesn't tell us, are you planning not to tell us at all?"
Xiao Wujie's lips moved slightly: "I..."
Luo Yilan sat down beside him, gently hugged him, her eyes red and her voice hoarse:
"Goodness, you can fool us for a while, but can you fool us forever?"
“We’re going to come see you after your surgery. Why didn’t you tell us? Do you think it would be better if we saw you with all five senses missing or missing?”
Xiao Wujie lowered his head, a faint redness rising at the corners of his eyes, like a child who had made a mistake.
Losing one's five senses is a terrible thing. The loss of sight has already caused him a lot of trouble, to the point that he is somewhat confused. He just wants to alleviate Chu Liyue's psychological burden as much as possible and keep it a secret from others.
Seeing his rare panic, Luo Yilan felt as if a wound had been torn open in her heart, filled with acid, causing her unbearable pain.
She hugged Xiao Wujie, pressed his head to her shoulder, and gently stroked the back of his head with her palm, whispering hoarsely:
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