Chapter 121 Love
In the coffee shop on the corner, Wei Wuxian, wrapped in a thick cloak, huddled in a corner by the window.
A thin layer of condensation coated the windowpane, blurring the view outside but unable to block the familiar figure. Lan Wangji was standing across the street, cell phone in hand, brow furrowed, and he periodically glanced up. The anxiety and panic in his eyes pierced Wei Wuxian's heart like needles.
He saw Lan Wangji make a call, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was set to "only receive emergency calls" before it was turned off, and the words "Lan Zhan" were jumping on the screen.
Wei Wuxian bit his lip tightly and didn't answer, letting the phone vibrate and go off in his pocket.
Tears slid down silently, hitting the warm coffee cup, leaving a small stain.
pain.
The pain in my heart is a million times more painful than the heart-wrenching pain I felt in my body for six hours.
How could he bear to leave? This man was the light he'd chased after, even at the risk of his life; that child was his weak spot, the one he'd risk his life to protect. But he was like this now, a bottomless pit, only dragging them down bit by bit.
Lan Wangji had already given up so much for him. The once revered Han Guang-Jun, always ready to step forward in times of chaos, was now a guardian trapped in a small courtyard, his daily studies not of swordsmanship but of medicinal preparations; his concerns not about the principles of the immortal sect but about the pain he felt when he coughed.
As for Sizhui, even though he'd kept it a secret for now, the truth would eventually come to light. What would Sizhui think if his child saw him coughing up blood, if he couldn't even stand, what would he think? That sensible child would surely be consumed by guilt.
He can't be so selfish.
Wei Wuxian sniffed, wiped away his tears, picked up the medicine bottle on the table, poured out a few painkillers, and stuffed them into his mouth. The bitter taste spread across his tongue, but it couldn't suppress the pain in his heart.
He had already decided where to go. Wen Ning had mentioned before that there was a hidden clinic in the south that specialized in treating difficult and complicated illnesses, but the journey was long and the rules were strict; family members were not allowed to accompany the patients.
That's perfect.
He could go alone and recover in peace. If he recovered, he would come back; if not, he would stay there forever. At least he wouldn't have to watch them suffer.
The phone vibrated again. It was a message from Lan Xichen: "Axian, where are you? Wangji is going crazy."
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, turned off his phone, and put it in his bag.
I'm sorry, brother.
I'm sorry, Lan Zhan.
Please forgive my selfishness for leaving in this way.
He stood up, wrapped his cloak tightly around him, opened the door, and walked into the alley across the street. This was a blind spot for surveillance, and it was also the route he had long been eyeing.
Lan Wangji was still anxiously searching across the street, not noticing that the person he was thinking about was only a hundred meters away from him, and was getting farther and farther away from him step by step.
Wei Wuxian didn't look back.
He was afraid that if he turned around and saw Lan Wangji's eyes filled with him, he would not be able to move anymore.
He hailed a taxi and told the name of the small town in the south.
"So far?" The driver was a little surprised. "If we go now, we won't arrive until tomorrow morning."
"Well, thank you for your help." Wei Wuxian's voice was nasal.
The car started and slowly drove away. Wei Wuxian looked out the window as Lan Wangji's figure became smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared into the traffic.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tears burst out again.
Lan Zhan, wait for me.
When I get better, I will come back to see you.
must.
The car sped along the highway, carrying him to an unknown distance. The scenery outside the window kept changing, from a familiar city to an unfamiliar town, from sunrise to sunset.
Wei Wuxian curled up in the back seat, the pain in his body began to spread again, but he just clutched the corner of his clothes tightly without making a sound.
This is the path he chose, and he will continue on no matter how difficult it is.
For Lan Wangji, for Sizhui, and for himself.
He wanted to live a good life, live a life worthy of that beam of moonlight, and then stand in front of them with dignity.
Night fell once again, and the car drove onto a winding mountain road. Wei Wuxian looked out the window at the dark mountain silhouettes and suddenly smiled.
It's a bit like a mass grave.
He was able to crawl out of the mass grave back then, and now he will definitely be able to get out of this illness.
He took out his cell phone, turned it on, sent a final message to Lan Wangji, then turned it off completely and threw it out the window.
The message only has three words:
"Wait for me to come back."
A mountain breeze blew by, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees. Wei Wuxian leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
The road ahead may be long and difficult, but as long as he has light and concern in his heart, he will not get lost.
Lan Wangji, who was far away in the city, was frantically calling him when he saw the message. He stood in the empty courtyard, holding the phone, and tears finally fell.
"Okay, I'll wait."
He whispered to the air.
No matter how long it takes, I will wait.
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