Chapter 143 What will happen to Yan Yan now that I'm gone?
There was no sound for a long time.
The entire stairwell was eerily quiet for a moment.
Wen Yanyu's eyes changed slightly. He stood up and was about to go downstairs to check.
The sound of conversation could be heard again from the stairwell.
Wen Yanyu carefully discerned the truth.
It was Fu Hanchuan's voice.
Gone was the hostility from their earlier confrontation; instead, there was a hoarse, almost raspy voice.
Wen Yanyu's heart skipped a beat.
what happens.
The cold moonlight fell at the end of the corridor.
[I've burned through over 40 years of reincarnation, with 30 more on Yan Yan and a little over 3 more on you.] Fu Zhiyan said calmly, [I have 21 days left.]
[In 21 days, I will no longer exist in this world... in any world, and you don't need to mind if I compete with you for your position.]
The thunder, a symbol of truth, fell along with the sound of rain outside the window.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes flickered with emotion, and he froze on the spot, his breath stopping abruptly, as if time itself had been frozen.
The anger in his eyes slowly froze and dissipated, replaced by immense astonishment, confusion, and helplessness.
The initial anger and confusion were instantly extinguished by the cold water.
It lost the strength to rise.
It's unclear whether they were the same person or whether it was the sudden realization that they only had three years left to live.
Which one will have a greater impact?
Fu Zhiyan calmly and clearly explained the current situation.
Fu Hanchuan's expression remained blank for a long time.
[I know it's hard to accept that you only have three years to live, but it's true. Your body should already be showing signs of abnormality. Those things originally came from me, but because I'm dissipating, they're no longer suppressed and are starting to erode you. That's a side effect of burning through your lifespan.]
Fu Zhiyan's voice was calm: [Whether you think I selfishly made the decision for you, or you think it's unfair, this is a fact that cannot be changed.]
[But we are one person. Yan Yan has always loved the same person. You love Yan Yan, and so do I.]
[I'm sorry I didn't let you know, but this was the only way I could do it.] Fu Zhiyan said calmly.
[I'm just an ordinary person, unchanged over those hundred years, except for an additional layer of power that requires an equal price. I don't have the ability to move mountains or overturn seas.]
[This is the best solution I could find.]
Fu Zhiyan did not meet Fu Hanchuan's gaze, but turned to look at the bright moon outside the window, its light falling into his eyes.
The pair of gray eyes, which had an inherently deathly tone, did not appear sad under the night; instead, they carried a hint of warmth.
Fu Hanchuan remained silent.
The same applies to Fu Zhiyan.
In complete silence.
Fu Hanchuan clenched his fists and covered his bloodshot eyes. He could feel his hands trembling violently, and he could even hear the sound of his nerves breaking inside his body.
He wanted to convince himself that Fu Zhiyan's words were lies.
He thought he should grab the other person by the collar, beat him to a pulp, and yell at him for making decisions for him and for wanting him to die.
Or they would call the other person a liar, saying it was all fake.
But upon closer reflection, the same dark marks on the wrist...
He can't fool himself.
An indescribable emotion welled up in his eyes—perhaps hatred, perhaps disbelief, or perhaps resentment.
After a deathly silence.
Fu Hanchuan spoke slowly, without shouting or showing any anger.
There was only one question, as if all the strength had been drained from him.
[What should we do about Yan Yan?]
Fu Hanchuan spoke.
Fu Zhiyan frowned slightly, not understanding.
Fu Hanchuan swallowed the bitterness in his throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "[What will Yan Yan do all by herself?]"
He can't take care of himself.
[His health... has only just begun to improve. If we don't tell him, he often forgets to take his medicine and doesn't even realize he has a fever. He's all alone, and he's completely socially inept. So many people are after him; what if he gets bullied?]
[What will happen to Yan Yan if I'm gone?]
What should he do?
Fu Hanchuan looked dejected, showing little other emotion. He didn't even look at the person he was questioning, but simply repeated the question over and over.
His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out little by little from his throat, as if he had used all his strength.
It was so dry it was trembling.
Fu Zhiyan stood there silently, watching the other person like a trapped beast, asking himself those same questions he had asked himself countless times.
for a long time.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his hand and asked him, "As long as that guy named Jun Changmo doesn't die, Yan Yan will still be in danger of being captured, right?"
Fu Zhiyan nodded silently.
Fu Hanchuan looked up at the night sky, his lips moving, a deep bitterness in them: "[I promised him I would make him happy.]"
[The medication prescribed by the hospital has severe side effects. Every night, he either suffers from insomnia or has nightmares. He often wakes up in fright, thinking I don't know, so he snuggles into my arms and acts coquettishly. But he's trembling so badly, how could I not know?]
[When I'm not around, if he wakes up startled, he'll hide in the closet in his room until I come home. He'll pretend nothing happened, then come out looking for me, covered in cold sweat.]
Fu Hanchuan spoke each word carefully, his clenched fist trembling, a dull pain belatedly spreading throughout his body.
[He's like a fool, so stupid. He doesn't even know when he's upset, or that he's being bullied. There are so many things I haven't had a chance to teach him; he's bound to get bullied.]
[He's only just started to recover; three years isn't enough.]
Large tears welled up in her eyes.
Fu Hanchuan kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
A vast expanse of light pollution seemed to be flashing before my eyes, the world seemed to be collapsing silently in my vision, and my voice was so hoarse and choked that I could barely hear what I was saying.
Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes and replied in a very low voice, "[I'm sorry, I have no other choice.]"
Three years later, after he dies, his soul and essence will be shattered and enter the barrier, while the remnants of his transaction with the creator will act as his intermediary, firmly adhering to the barrier.
He was the soul of this world, and from the outside, nothing seemed amiss. But whenever Jun Changmo approached this world again, he would be completely devoured by the remnants of his soul that were attached to the world's barrier.
This was the only solution he found after manipulating the fate line thousands of times in the virtual world.
The only one.
It can be explained by Wen Yanyu.
The fate of survival.
It is also the only method that involves the least sacrifice, is the safest, and has the highest chance of success.
Fu Zhiyan looked up and met Fu Hanchuan's gaze. In that instant, their souls, now open, shared this information with the other.
All the plans surfaced in my mind's eye, every detail clearly visible, including the countless failed paths that had been simulated with the world's help.
Fu Hanchuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words reached his lips, they felt utterly inadequate.
The bitter and scorching sulfuric acid surged through my body, flowing through my limbs, rising to my heart, and surging onto my lips and teeth.
I wish I could corrode him into a pile of bones on the spot.
In the quiet space, only the soft sound of rain outside the window could be heard.
Therefore, the sudden footsteps at the stairwell, even if they stop abruptly, are particularly noticeable.
The two quickly turned around and looked towards the stairwell.
A head of fluffy white hair was faintly visible on the handrail, showing that the owner was trying hard to hide himself, but his head still gave him away.
The two stopped breathing almost simultaneously.
Then, realizing that they had just been communicating not in Xia language, she relaxed and felt a sense of relief she had never felt before.
Fu Hanchuan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed the bitterness, suppressing his surging emotions and forcibly adopting a normal, gentle expression.
She called out tentatively from the stairwell, "Don't hide, I can see the bunny's head."
The white, fluffy thing on the stair railing froze for a moment, then quickly shrank down and disappeared completely.
"Do you want to play hide-and-seek?" Fu Hanchuan asked with a smile.
Another call rang out.
Wen Yanyu's expression froze. She slowly peeked out from behind the handrail, waved her hand gently, and explained, "I just woke up... I wanted to go downstairs for a drink of water. I heard the noise, so I came to check."
"What...are you talking about?" Wen Yanyu asked cautiously, afraid of saying something wrong that would make the atmosphere even more awkward.
Wen Yanyu looked cautious, half-squatting at the top of the stairs, her hair a mess from sleeping, wearing only a thin fleece pajama.
They dared not go forward.
They looked inexplicably pitiful.
The two exchanged a glance out of the corner of their eyes.
An innate tacit understanding.
Fu Zhiyan waved his hand and replied casually, "It's just a misunderstanding."
"You guys chat, I'm going to rest first." With these last words, Fu Zhiyan turned her head, glanced one last time at the boy upstairs, and then turned to leave.
Wen Yanyu was stunned, not understanding.
Fu Hanchuan had already gone upstairs and bent down to help the person up from the ground.
"Why are you out dressed so lightly? Aren't you cold?"
Wen Yanyu's eyes flickered, and she shook her head slightly. "It's not cold."
Fu Hanchuan held Wen Yanyu's hand, feeling its icy coldness, and gently rubbed it. "Your hands are practically frozen solid."
Winters in the south are not as cold as those in the north, and there is almost no snow accumulation, but there is occasionally a rare sleet.
The temperature will drop even more drastically than usual.
The wind blew into the corridor.
"It's a bit cold." Wen Yanyu shrank back guiltily. "What did you guys talk about?"
Fu Hanchuan forced a smile, suppressing the almost overflowing pain in his chest. He feigned jealousy, tilted his head slightly, and snorted, "Are you curious about what we talked about, or are you afraid I'll bully him?"
Wen Yanyu was stunned. "What?!"
“I am…” Wen Yanyu paused, unsure of what to say.
Fu Hanchuan pressed down on the back of his head, pulled him into his arms, and lowered his head to kiss his soft lips.
Fu Hanchuan kissed him gently, lightly sucking on his lips. The faint scent of sandalwood mixed with a strange bitterness lingered on his tongue.
Wen Yanyu was confused.
Her initial curiosity was quickly diverted by the man's few words, and they went back to their warm bed together.
but.
This is what happens when you catch a cold.
Fu Zhiyan's lips tightened as she suppressed her anger, half-squatting in front of the medicine packet and constantly rummaging through the medicine.
What did that bastard do?
Wen Yanyu nestled on the sofa, completely wrapped in a thick blanket. Her face was flushed an unnatural red, and her temples were soaked with cold sweat, clinging damply to her neck.
Having accepted Jiang Wanrou's task, Chu Xingbai, holding a plush rabbit, half-squatted beside the sofa, occasionally brushing Wen Yanyu's cheek with the rabbit's head to keep him awake.
He diligently and repeatedly reminded me: "Don't sleep now, wait until after you finish eating. Don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep."
Sang Yu sat worriedly on the other side of the sofa, watching Jiang Wanrou run around looking for blankets and pillows.
Fu Hanchuan came out of the kitchen carrying hot water and saw Fu Zhiyan rummaging through other medicines, so he spoke up to remind her.
"Yan Yan took the medicine in the red box this morning. That medicine cannot be mixed with regular fever reducers."
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiyan stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes.
Control your temper.
He didn't give himself a good scolding on the spot.
[Yan Yan has a fever, and instead of giving him fever-reducing medicine, you gave him other medications. Fu Hanchuan, are you out of your mind? Can't you tell the difference between priorities?]
Fu Hanchuan frowned and retorted: [Yan Yan's back injury hasn't healed, so she can't stop taking her medication. The one in the plastic box is a fever reducer that can be taken together.]
Fu Zhiyan was taken aback. "[How could it not be ready yet? I didn't give it to...]"
The two exchanged a glance.
Fu Hanchuan kept a calm expression, gesturing towards the camera and the sofa.
Fu Zhiyan quickly shut her mouth.
[Waaaaah! Baby! Ugh! This place is awful! Why is it raining! Why is it raining! Look what you've done to my bunny!]
These two were arguing yesterday, and today they're working together. Wow, I really need some gentle dog training instructions.
[Please, these two guys, stop with the English language tutorial and be kind to me, the bystander. Thanks.]
[Incomplete translation: Little Dog said that Brother Not Love has a problem with his brain. Brother Not Love said that Rabbit's back injury hasn't healed and she can't stop taking her medication.]
[Waaaaah, Mommy's bunny, waaaaah, I want to kiss it, I want to kiss it, kiss it, kiss it!]
Hearing the two talking, Wen Yanyu raised her eyelids and looked at Fu Zhiyan.
Due to the prolonged high temperature, the upper half of my head was burning and stinging, and physiological tears kept flowing out, making my eyes misty and my eyes slightly swollen.
Wen Yanyu tried hard to open his mouth, hoping the two of them would speak like human beings.
I can't understand it myself.
It can reach the ears of several people.
Only a hoarse, almost broken breathy voice.
"Sweetie, don't say anything for now." Jiang Wanrou felt so sorry for her, wiping away her tears. "Are you hungry? Xiao Lu and the others went out to buy food. When they come back, Mom... will cook for you."
Wen Yanyu was too dazed to respond.
It rained lightly all night last night. Although I didn't get wet, the already not-so-warm temperature suddenly dropped. There's no underfloor heating in the south, and no air conditioning in the hallway.
I was eavesdropping in my pajamas late at night again, and as a result, I started to have a fever in the middle of the night.
Fu Hanchuan reached out and touched the boy's forehead.
It's still hot.
Wen Yanyu bit her lip tightly, unable to utter a single word except for the involuntary groans she made in pain.
I was so cold I was shivering all over.
"Are you feeling really bad?" Fu Hanchuan frowned and asked him, "Can you still hold on? If not, we'll go to the hospital, okay?"
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