Chapter 113 The Meaning of His Existence
"lemon."
The blond boy sat obediently outside the door of the medical room. When he heard Qianzhi calling him, his long eyelashes fluttered and he gave her a cute smile: "Sister Qianqian."
"Is Cui still in there?" Qianzhi looked up at the closed door, walked over and touched Ning's soft golden hair.
The boy nodded obediently, then leaned his head against Qianzhi's side, secretly rubbing his cheek against her fingers.
When Lu Chenzhou walked out of the medical room, he saw the tall and slender boy leaning his head weakly on Qianzhi's shoulder, with his arms around her waist.
The boy was well aware that his profile and upward gaze made him look childish and innocent, so he kept this posture.
But Lu Chenzhou knew very well that the boy in front of him looked ignorant, but in fact he was secretly possessive.
So he stood quietly at the door for a while, then tapped the handrail lightly, making it make a slight sound.
It really attracted Qianzhi's attention, causing her to turn her head, quickly pull away from Ning, and walk towards Lu Chenzhou.
Lu Chenzhou pretended not to notice the dark light that flashed across Ning's eyes.
"How is Cui?" Qianzhi asked.
The wounds on Cui's wings and tentacles were slightly infected by the black mist inside the "door", but fortunately they were discovered by Lu Chenzhou in time.
Lu Chenzhou withdrew his gaze from Ning and looked at Qianzhi. The girl in front of him didn't feel the undercurrent between him and Ning at all. All her thoughts were on the door of the ward.
After all, Cui sacrificed one of her wings and tentacle to allow them to successfully leave the "door".
This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to this little butterfly that loves beauty very much.
Antennae are also very important parts for insects.
Lu Chenzhou shook his head slightly.
"He transferred some of his mental energy to his wings and tentacles, so they won't recover after being torn apart." The man took off his gold-rimmed glasses and frowned. "Also, there was a small amount of black mist in his body, but it has now been completely cleared."
"Can I see him now—"
Before Qianzhi finished speaking, Cui's somewhat "weak" voice came from inside:
"Sister, are you outside?"
Lu Chenzhou turned sideways and watched Qianzhi and Ning walk in. Before the blond boy walked in, he exchanged glances with Lu Chenzhou for a second. The profound meaning in his expression made Lu Chenzhou pause slightly.
He took a few steps back, positioning himself against the door.
"Sister!" As Qianzhi entered the door, Cui's voice changed from weak to joyful.
He called Qianzhi a few times in a coquettish voice, and suddenly turned his face away awkwardly, as if he just realized that he should be angry.
"Since I came back, my sister hasn't been by my side." The arrogant boy pouted, turned his face to the side, and folded his arms across his chest. "I was very angry, the kind that can't be appeased."
He was angry, jealous, and unwilling to accept it.
Cui knew that his sister had a very big heart, which not only held him and Ning, but also the man outside the door and many more people around her.
He even knew what she needed.
"I'm sorry," the girl said with a doting smile, a pair of cute dimples appearing on her cheeks, "I rushed here as soon as Cui woke up."
She wanted to stroke Cui's hair like she used to, but the young man grabbed her and pulled her in front of him.
"I don't want that kind of childish comfort." Cui's silver eyes sparkled, "I want Qianqian to comfort me like she comforted those sentinels, no—"
He emphasized again, "No, we must be closer than those people. After all, we are the closer beings, aren't we, sister?"
He was the first one to accompany her.
She gave him a long life and gave his existence meaning.
He lived only for her.
A cool, soft kiss was placed on Cui's cheek.
Cui lowered his brows and watched the girl's thick and long eyelashes brush against his skin, which felt itchy, as if a feather was touching his heart.
The young man's fingers, as slender as green bamboos, exerted force and brushed her dark hair with his big hands, letting them entwine around his fingers. At the same time, he grabbed the back of her neck to pull her closer to him.
He raised his head, tightened his jaw, and moved his lips towards hers, bit by bit devouring her air.
She struggled slightly in his arms, pushing away his chest.
"Enough, that's enough, Cui."
This soothing kiss has already deteriorated, and a long and heavy emotion is slowly fermenting.
"It's not enough, not enough at all." Cui panted.
Er awakened him, but also almost severed all his memories of Qianzhi.
The feeling of emptiness as if he had lost all support and the pain as if a piece of his heart had been cut out still make him shudder when he recalls them now.
He stretched out his only remaining wing and showed it miserably to the girl who was pushing him away.
Sure enough, after seeing his wings, pain flashed in Qianzhi's eyes, and her arms dropped to accept his kiss.
The sticky sound of water echoed in the room.
Until the dark green branches suddenly stretched out and blocked Cui's way.
"Yindie, stop talking. Sister Qianqian has already given you enough comfort." The well-behaved blond boy at the side finally spoke.
Cui let go of her arms contentedly and glanced at Ning again.
The blond boy had deep pupils, and the outstretched branches rustled, as if giving advice, but also as a warning.
A long time has passed, and the once ignorant and clear little lemon tree has gradually become like him.
Cui slowly wiped away the water stains from the corners of Qianzhi's lips with her fingertips, then kissed the corners of her lips again. Looking at her eyes that were sparkling with water and contained countless emotions, she smiled gently.
He knew what she was thinking.
"Sister, you are still the same as before," Cui sighed and leaned against Qianzhi's forehead, "Even though humans are so bad, you still love them and even choose to -"
"—That was the duty I was given when I was born," Qianzhi interrupted him, pressing his lips. "And I also hope that Cui and Ning can continue to survive in this world."
"Without you," he squeezed her hand, the light in his silver eyes brightening slightly, "I would have chosen death from the very beginning."
The silver light flickering on Cui's body became brighter and brighter, and countless fine threads slowly extended along their intersecting fingers and passed to Qianzhi's body.
Feeling the surging mental power coming from the boy's body, Qianzhi widened her almond eyes and wanted to let go of his hand.
But the boy clung so closely, just like when he was a butterfly, clinging to her branches with his silver wings at the moment of death.
"My power originally belonged to Qianqian. I am just returning it to Qianqian once again."
Cui spoke softly, trying to keep what she wanted to say secret between their lips that were pressed together again.
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