Xiao Wujie remained unconscious for an entire day.
When he woke up, he was already partially deaf. He could only barely hear if someone spoke loudly in front of his ear.
His eyes reddened slightly, as if it were expected, and he did not show any excessive emotion.
That afternoon, Chu Liyue held him in her arms the whole time.
There were only two people in the room, and Xiao Wujie was unusually talkative; they chatted for the entire afternoon.
From Xiao Wujie's arrival in the capital, the confession, the birthday, the first time... every little detail.
"Sister, can you guess that I confessed my feelings back then?"
"No."
"How did you feel when I confessed my feelings?"
"Happy and excited."
"Did you guess that we'd have our first time together on my birthday?"
"No!"
Chu Liyue subconsciously pinched his waist as punishment, but Xiao Wujie didn't blush or feel unbearable as he snuggled into her arms.
He couldn't feel it.
The clock hands went round and round.
"Sister...Sister..."
Xiao Wujie was tired, his eyelids trembled, he looked haggard and listless, and his voice began to become unclear.
But he struggled to keep his eyelids open, unwilling to fall asleep.
Fine red veins appeared in Chu Liyue's eyes. She leaned close to Xiao Wujie's ear, her voice hoarse:
"No matter what happens, wait for your sister to take you home."
It's really within reach.
Xiao Wujie's eyes reddened, and he sobbed softly, "I've been waiting for my sister."
He couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in Chu Liyue's arms.
When he opened his eyes again, no matter how close you got to his ear, you could no longer get a response from him.
This gives one the illusion of returning to the two years he was in a coma, only that he himself shattered that illusion.
Because as long as his eyes are open, he will repeat, "I'm fine."
He was stripped from the world and walked alone into the abyss.
He knew someone was waiting for him outside the abyss, and could only use his hoarse voice to prove that he was still trying to live.
However, although he was out of touch with the world, the pain followed him like a shadow.
After he fell ill, Ye Jinyu locked him in the laboratory, and no one except Chu Liyue was allowed to see him.
This situation lasted for seven days.
The sunset was breathtakingly beautiful, with golden rays weaving into ribbons that spread across Xiao Wujie's body.
He leaned back in his chair, his pale skin bathed in a soft glow, casting faint shadows beneath his long eyelashes. He closed his eyes gently, his handsome features like those of a god.
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a sky-blue cheongsam, walked gracefully over, her delicate hand brushing against her skirt, and sat down in front of him.
Xiao Wujie's handsome face was reflected in her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, rippling with emotion, subtly revealing sadness and self-reproach.
The drug trial ended, and as he had said, she returned unharmed, having washed away all the grime.
But he was trapped in darkness and was about to fight against fate.
With everything prepared, Ye Jinyu, with Chu Liyue's consent, revealed Xiao Wujie's situation in its entirety.
Because Xiao Wujie had lost all five senses, his physical condition was worse than Ye Jinyu had initially predicted, and Ye Jinyu was less than 50% confident that the surgery would be successful.
The reason Xiao Wujie was released today is to allow them to meet him. The surgery is scheduled for three days from now. Over the next three days, Xiao Wujie will enter the sterile ward to prepare for the surgery.
This might be the last time we see each other.
Everyone except Lu Zhufeng had met Xiao Wujie before.
Lu Zhufeng said, "He'll be fine. I'll wait to see him recover." After saying that, he turned and left.
She actually believed that he could overcome his illness and be reborn, but she still wanted to see him.
She gazed at him quietly, her hair gently swaying, her beauty captivating. After a long while, she softly parted her lips.
She talked to herself about their meeting, their story, and... her feelings that she kept buried deep in her heart and never spoke of.
The wind carried her soft whispers.
As the setting sun dipped to the horizon, she stood up and gently wiped her slightly reddened eyes.
The wind dried the tears in her eyes.
She smiled and turned to leave.
Three days later in the operating room, she and Ye Jinyu will do everything in their power to help him escape the abyss.
The elegant sound of high heels rang out, and the last ray of light on the horizon outlined Chu Liyue's stunning figure. She carried a blanket in her arms as she stepped forward.
The evening breeze carried a chill, so she unfolded a blanket and wrapped it around Xiao Wujie, then picked him up and carried him horizontally.
She carried him to the far end of the second floor of the main house, to her room.
Xiao Wujie lay on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. He was very quiet and well-behaved.
Chu Liyue held his bony, icy hand to her lips, her sharp eyes losing their sharpness and becoming gloomy, like melting snow, overflowing with bittersweet heartache.
Xiao Wujie's handsome face was still charming, but the long-term inability to eat and the torment of a chronic illness had made him look rather thin and emaciated.
Chu Liyue's eyes were slightly red, and her gaze was fixed on his face as if frozen.
She hadn't looked at him so carefully in a long time; during the days he slept in the lab, she hadn't even dared to go see him.
Through the surveillance footage, it was clear that he wasn't awake for long periods each day. On the rare occasions when he was awake, he would stare blankly at the ceiling, and before he knew it, his eyes would redden.
He couldn't sense the existence of the outside world, but he could sense his own emotions. Whenever his eyes reddened, he would close them, probably because he was afraid that tears would fall.
Once she recovered, she repeated in a hoarse voice, "Sister, I'm fine."
When the attack occurred, he convulsed in pain, but clenched his teeth and remained silent. Only when his consciousness faded would he vaguely utter a sound:
"elder sister."
"pain……"
Seeing this scene, she no longer had the courage to see him.
She could no longer be his lighthouse or harbor; she could only pray that her peripheral vision could shine into the cold abyss, giving him a sliver of strength to persevere.
He's going into the sterile ward tomorrow, and she wants to hold him for one night and sleep with him.
She let Xiao Wujie rest his head in the crook of her arm, pulled his hand to her waist, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
He was held in her arms, sleeping peacefully, his scent lingering around her nose, causing her consciousness to gradually fade away.
Darkness, and pitch-black darkness.
Fog, and thick fog again.
Her consciousness was extremely blurred, yet she seemed to realize something. She held her breath and concentrated with all her might, and the mist gradually dispersed.
In an instant.
A strange wind blew, and soft laughter echoed.
A sinister purple light filled the sky, and the scroll painting, like a prison, flickered erratically.
Amidst the endless chaos, a heart-wrenching cry of "My dear baby!" pierced through everything.
A faint flash of silver light appeared, but before the view could focus, the entire scene began to shatter and collapse, and the thick fog gathered once more.
She tried her best to pierce through the fog and capture something, but was instantly engulfed by the cold darkness.
A voice seemed to echo from the darkness, "Sister, I will always fight alongside you."
——
In the pitch-black night, in the dimly lit room, Chu Liyue suddenly opened her eyes, and with a "snap," the bedside lamp was turned on.
In the dim light, the person in my arms remained lying obediently, their face serene and beautiful.
Chu Liyue's wavering gaze focused, and she lowered her eyes to look at his face, a slight glint in her eyes.
"What exactly did you do...?"
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