Chapter 132 Worry
Just as the sky was turning pale, and before the first rays of morning light had time to penetrate the clouds, Wei Wuxian suddenly jumped up from the bed.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his undershirt. He gritted his teeth, pressing his hands tightly against his abdomen, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. The familiar, excruciating pain was even more intense than before, like countless knives stabbing through his body. The pain made his entire body tremble, even his breathing trembling.
"Wei Ying!"
Lan Wangji woke up almost immediately. Seeing Wei Wuxian huddled up, his face as pale as paper, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand. He quickly sat up and reached out to support him, but Wei Wuxian dodged his move.
“Don’t touch it…” Wei Wuxian’s voice was broken and hoarse. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the quilt, leaving a small dark mark. “It’s okay… It’s just an old problem…”
He was well aware of the severity of the pain and knew that anyone touching him would only make him feel worse.
Lan Wangji froze in place, watching him double over in pain, watching him try to suppress the muffled groans that still escaped his throat, his heart ached beyond measure. He wanted to do something, to share even a fraction of his pain, but he could only watch, unable to do anything.
This feeling of powerlessness is more painful than having your heart cut out.
Wei Wuxian felt the pain for a full stick of incense before he finally recovered. He was panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. His entire body was drenched in cold sweat, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, and even his lips were bloodless.
He supported his weak body and fumbled to take out a small jade bottle from the drawer of the bedside table - it was the medicine left by Xie Lian.
“Ah Xian!” Lan Wangji held his hand, his brows furrowed, a barely perceptible pleading in his tone, “Don’t take it anymore. Xie Lian said yesterday that the side effects of this medicine are too severe…”
Wei Wuxian raised his head, traces of pain still lingering in his eyes, but he forced a smile: "It's okay, Lan Zhan. Look, Si Zhui has to go to school today. I can't send him off like this, right?"
He gently pulled away from Lan Wangji's hand, poured out a pill, and put it into his mouth without hesitation. The pill tasted slightly bitter, but soon transformed into a warm current that flowed through his body, dispelling the gnawing pain and gradually restoring a hint of color to his pale face.
“See, isn’t this okay?” Wei Wuxian flexed his fingers and said to Lan Wangji with a smile, trying to reassure him.
But how could Lan Wangji feel at ease? He looked at the hard-to-conceal fatigue deep in Wei Wuxian's eyes, at his forced smile, and felt like a huge rock was weighing down his heart. He knew that this moment of "good" was bought with the subsequent doubling of pain.
"Just this once," Lan Wangji said in a hoarse voice, with a hint of compromise and a hint of determination, "After Sizhui goes to school, you must rest well and don't force yourself to do it."
“I know, Hanguang-jun.” Wei Wuxian smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, his tone coquettish. “Isn’t it okay for me to listen to you?”
Lan Wangji looked at his smiling face so close to him, and the worry in his heart eased a little, but it was still heavy. He reached out and gently brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on Wei Wuxian's forehead, his fingertips carrying a cherished warmth.
"Um."
Soon, Sizhui's voice came from outside the door, with the clear voice unique to teenagers: "Daddy, father, I'm ready!"
Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and winked at Lan Wangji: "Let's go, don't keep Sizhui waiting."
When the two of them walked out of the room, Si Zhui was already standing in the living room with his schoolbag on his back. When he saw Wei Wuxian, his eyes lit up instantly: "Daddy, you look so energetic today!"
"Of course," Wei Wuxian walked up to him, ruffling his hair with a bright smile, "Daddy is going to take our Sizhui to school, so of course we have to be alert."
Lan Wangji looked at the heartwarming scene of the interaction between father and son, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, but the worry in his eyes never dissipated.
He knew that Wei Wuxian did all this for Sizhui.
But how long can this "normality" gained at the cost of pain last?
He didn't dare to think about it.
I can only pray silently in my heart, praying that these three months will go slower and slower.
At least, let Si Zhui have more time like this, some carefree time with his father by his side.
At the breakfast table, Wei Wuxian kept picking up food for Sizhui while he talked about the school test that day, occasionally chiming in. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his smiling face, a warmth as fragile as a dream.
Lan Wangji looked at him and sighed softly in his heart.
No matter what the future holds, at least they are together now.
That's enough.
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