Chapter 143 Guilty Wei Wuxian
Lan Wangji gently tucked the corner of Wei Wuxian's quilt, looked at his gradually calming face, and slowly said, "Daddy has been watching over you these past few days."
Wei Wuxian's eyelashes trembled.
"During the three days you were unconscious, he barely slept a wink. He stayed by your bedside, shirtless, personally feeding you spiritual energy and changing your medicine." Lan Wangji's voice was soft, yet it reached Wei Wuxian's ears clearly. "When his spiritual energy was over-expended, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, but he simply wiped it and continued to watch over you."
Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was stabbed by something.
He remembered the dark circles under Jun Wu's eyes when he woke up; he remembered the barely perceptible trembling of his fingertips when he handed him the water; he remembered how he had questioned and raged just now, and his father had simply left in silence...
“I…” Wei Wuxian opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn’t speak.
It turned out that without his knowledge, the seemingly majestic father had done so much for him.
He only remembered the grievance of losing his golden elixir, but forgot his father's original intention of sealing his spiritual power, which was to keep him alive; he was only concerned with his own anger, but did not see the fatigue and worry in his father's eyes.
"Did I... go too far?" Wei Wuxian's voice was filled with guilt, and his eyes were red again.
Lan Wangji held his hand and nodded gently: "Daddy is worried about you."
Wei Wuxian lowered his head, staring at his empty palms, his heart aching with bitterness. He remembered the expense Jun Wu had put into remaking his golden elixir, the tears welling in his eyes as he watched him cough up blood, and his words, "If you can't hold on any longer, Daddy will come get you."
It turns out that this belated fatherly love has always been there, weighing heavily on him, but he was blinded by his own emotions.
"I want to see him." Wei Wuxian raised his head, his eyes filled with anxiety and regret. "Lan Zhan, I want to apologize to my father."
Lan Wangji smiled and said, "I'll go look for it for you."
He stood up and walked out of the palace gate. Not long after, he came back with Jun Wu.
Jun Wu walked in and saw Wei Wuxian awake. A hint of barely perceptible joy flashed across his eyes, but he quickly concealed it, his tone remaining calm: "Awake?"
Wei Wuxian looked at him. His father's face was even paler than before, and the dark circles under his eyes were even darker. It was obvious that he hadn't rested well. He opened his mouth, and a thousand words rushed to his lips, but in the end, he only choked out a sentence: "Daddy..."
Jun Wu sat down on the edge of the bed, nodded, and waited for his next words.
“I’m sorry.” Wei WuXian lowered his voice, not daring to meet his eyes. “Just now… it was my fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper at you, shouldn’t have ignored you out of spite…”
He paused, mustered up the courage to look up, and looked at Jun Wu: "Thank you... for always taking care of me."
Jun Wu looked at his reddened eyes and the regret in them, and the slight displeasure he had felt over Wei Wuxian's anger instantly vanished. He reached out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then gently touched Wei Wuxian's head. His movements were a little awkward, but with a rare tenderness.
"It's okay." Jun Wu's voice softened. "You just woke up and your emotions are unstable. I don't blame you."
"I've truly wronged you by sealing your spiritual power," he added, "but this is the only way for you to recover properly. When you're well again, Daddy will personally remove the seal for you, okay?"
"Yeah!" Wei Wuxian nodded vigorously, but tears fell.
It's not grievance, it's touching, it's guilt.
This father, whom he had only known for a short time, always protected him in his own way, clumsily but firmly.
"Are you hungry?" Jun Wu changed the subject, speaking in a more natural tone, "I asked the kitchen to make some porridge."
“A little.” Wei Wuxian smiled sheepishly.
Jun Wu immediately stood up: "I'll bring it to you."
Looking at his father's back as he turned and left, Wei Wuxian suddenly realized that his back seemed a little more hunched than when he first saw him, but it also had a bit more reassuring strength.
Lan Wangji walked over to him and whispered, "See, he's not angry."
Wei WuXian smiled and nodded, wiping away his tears: "Yeah."
Soon, Jun Wu returned with a bowl of warm porridge and personally fed him. The porridge was soft and sticky, with a hint of sweetness. It slid down his throat and soothed all the wrinkles in his heart.
"Drink slowly." Jun Wu's tone was filled with subtle doting.
Wei Wuxian sipped his porridge, looking at his father's serious face, and felt warm in his heart.
Perhaps, there are still many things that need to be adjusted between him and this father.
Perhaps, this family affection came a little late, with too many twists and turns.
But at this moment, looking at his clumsy yet careful care and feeling the heavy love, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt that it was not too late.
He still has a lot of time to understand him and respond to this love.
Like he said, they still have a long way to go until he gets better.
The sunlight outside the window was just right, shining through the window lattice and falling on the rice porridge in the bowl, emitting a warm glow.
The hall was very quiet, with only the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl and the warm current of family affection flowing silently between them.
This time, Wei Wuxian knew that he was no longer alone.
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