Chapter Ninety-Six He called her Weiwei
"How is His Highness Prince Yan?" Han Wei asked Chen Changshi, who was standing in front of the house. She wanted to visit Lu Qingheng again today, but as usual, she was stopped by someone.
The elderly Chief Secretary Chen looked at Han Wei and said, "His Highness has not yet woken up. The imperial physician said that no one should disturb him. Please leave, young lady!"
Chen Changshi was wary of Han Wei, a woman of unknown origin. Not only Chen Changshi, but many people in the Prince's mansion were also suspicious of Han Wei. It was perfectly normal to keep her away when Lu Qingheng was seriously ill.
How could a clever woman like Han Wei not understand these people's thoughts? But she couldn't explain her origins. Besides, it seemed she couldn't help them now. With a gloomy look, she said, "I understand. I'll come again tomorrow!"
After saying that, she turned and left.
On the rooftop, a calico cat with heterochromatic eyes perched on a tile, its jewel-like eyes fixed on Han Wei's departing figure. Only after Han Wei disappeared from its sight did it stretch and then jump down from the roof.
After Han Wei returned to her small courtyard, the sky became overcast, and then it started to rain. They say that each autumn rain brings a chill, and after several consecutive autumn rains, the weather gradually turned cold. Han Wei lay on her bed, listening to the sound of the rain outside.
She didn't have dinner, and for some reason, she found that she didn't feel hungry even if she didn't eat.
She was worried about Lu Qingheng and tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling into a drowsy sleep.
She had a dream. In her dream, she was flying and someone was chasing her. She was terrified and filled with anger.
"Han Wei, you have nowhere to run!"
"Just accept your fate!"
She saw herself in her dream being knocked down from the sky and falling into an endless abyss, and then she woke up with a start.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
The rain outside hadn't stopped, and Han Wei sat on the bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Her eyes widened, and it took her a long time to calm her racing heart. After calming down, Han Wei tried hard to recall her dream, but the images were too fragmented; she couldn't remember them at all.
In the end, she only remembered her own name: Han Wei.
"Han Wei, Han Wei..."
She murmured her own name, lost in thought for a long time.
The wind was blowing in from outside the window, which was open. Han Wei sat on the bed, raised a hand, and suddenly waved it, and the window, which was a dozen steps away, closed automatically.
She looked at her hands in surprise.
An action performed subconsciously.
But is this something an ordinary person can do?
Who was she before she lost her memory? Was she a martial arts master? No, it wasn't that simple. Those jumbled memories resurfaced in Han Wei's mind.
After several more days of worry, Lu Qingheng's fever finally broke and he woke up. Now that he was awake, Han Wei was finally able to visit him. If he hadn't woken up, Han Wei would have simply barged in.
The maple leaves outside the yard have all turned red; it's already late autumn.
Lu Qingheng was already more sensitive to the cold than others, and now that he had been seriously ill, his body was even weaker, so the fire in his house had been lit early in the morning. When Han Wei stepped into his room, she saw him sitting in front of the screen, wearing a white fox fur coat. He heard her footsteps, turned around, and smiled at her.
After his illness, he became even thinner, and his complexion was paler than before. He looked like a beautiful yet incredibly fragile piece of porcelain, making one's heart ache with pity.
"Your Highness, Prince Yan," Han Wei said softly.
Lu Qingheng smiled and said, "Please sit down!"
Han Wei sat down opposite him. When Lu Qingheng saw her looking at him with concern, he smiled and said, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry."
But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed a few times, making it hard for Han Wei not to worry.
Fortunately, this time he only coughed a few times, unlike last time when he coughed up blood. Lu Qingheng looked up and saw Han Wei's even more worried gaze. His smile gradually faded, and he said, "I've been like this since I was a child. I'm used to it."
“Ever since I was born, my body has been weak. I’ve consulted all the imperial physicians in the palace and countless skilled doctors from the common people, but no one can do anything about it. I’ve come to accept that life and death are predestined.”
Hearing him say that, Han Wei felt very sad. She walked to his side and said, "No, you will definitely get better, you definitely can. Someone as good as you, God won't be so cruel. You will definitely live to be a hundred years old, no, a thousand years old!"
When Lu Qingheng heard her say "live a thousand years," he laughed out loud: "Live a thousand years? Wouldn't that make you a tortoise?"
Lu Qingheng was unaware that the girl in front of him was over a thousand years old. Of course, Han Wei, who had lost her memory, also didn't know that she had become the "bastard" in Lu Qingheng's words. Even when she heard Lu Qingheng's words, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
That smile instantly dispelled the somber atmosphere.
Han Wei took the initiative to speak about herself: "Your Highness, I've remembered my name?"
"Really?" Lu Qingheng's eyes sparkled.
"Han Wei, my surname is Han, and my name is Han Wei," Han Wei said with a smile.
"Han Wei, is it the 'Wei' in 'rose'?" Lu Qingheng asked.
Han Wei said, "I think so."
"What else did you remember?"
Han Wei shook her head: "I can't think of anything else."
“It’s okay, you can think about it slowly. You’ll definitely be able to remember everything,” Lu Qingheng said.
Han Wei nodded, hoping she could remember everything. Subconsciously, she told herself that if she could remember everything, perhaps she could save Lu Qingheng's life. She didn't want him to die at all; he was such a good person, he had saved her, and he was so young—how could he die like this?
"Han Wei, Han Wei, from now on I should call you Miss Han."
The boy in front of me said with a smile.
Han Wei looked at his face, lowered her head, and whispered, "You can call me Weiwei."
She spoke very softly, so softly that Lu Qingheng didn't hear her clearly.
"What did you say?"
Han Wei's cheeks flushed. She looked up at Lu Qingheng with a shy expression and said, "I said you can call me Weiwei."
Then, Lu Qingheng's face also turned red.
Calling someone by a name isn't something to be done casually; the name "Weiwei" is far too intimate. However, if a girl doesn't have feelings for the other person, why would she allow a man to call her that?
Lu Qingheng's heart began to pound again, but this time he didn't mistake the sudden racing heartbeat for another attack of his illness. He looked at the shy, beautiful face of the girl in front of him, his heart filled with joy, but when he thought about his physical condition, that joy was washed away by the cold tide.
He couldn't give her true happiness.
Seeing Lu Qingheng suddenly lower his head, his smile gone, and Han Wei's shyness disappear, she asked, "What's wrong?"
Lu Qingheng remained silent.
"Then you can still call me Miss Han?" Han Wei's voice was tinged with disappointment as she stood up to leave.
"Weiwei." Lu Qingheng suddenly grabbed her hand.
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