Chapter 99 If you really can't hold on any longer, I'll be with you.
To regain consciousness.
I was awakened by the loud noise of the door being broken down and glass shattering.
"Yan Yan!"
"Yan Yan!"
"Open your eyes! Look at me! Don't scare me, Yan Yan, look at me, don't leave me, Yan Yan, wake up, Yan Yan..."
Hearing calls and cries all around him, Wen Yanyu groggily opened his eyes and met a pair of gray eyes filled with tears.
Warm water in the bathtub continued to spread outwards, and a layer of light red water accumulated on the bathroom floor, with a layer of gray-white hair floating on the surface.
Still in a daze, completely unaware of what had happened, Wen Yanyu turned her head slightly and stared blankly at the man.
Just one glance.
Fu Hanchuan's eyes narrowed suddenly.
It wasn't very noticeable when it was underwater.
At this moment, Wen Yanyu was pulled out of the water. Her long, pure white hair was spread out on the water's surface, and the white and light red blood mixed together, which should have looked slightly horrifying.
But beneath the boy's weak and pale face, one could only sense that it was a manifestation of his frail life force.
Fu Hanchuan's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.
Silence.
Fu Hanchuan took a deep breath, ignoring the bleeding wound on his hand from breaking down the door, and pulled the person out of the water.
Fu Hanchuan took a bath towel and slowly sat down in the corner of the bathroom where the temperature was just right, letting Wen Yanyu sit on his lap.
First, he dried the water off the person in his arms, then gently wrapped them up, pulling the towel with one hand and putting his arm around their waist with the other.
Until all the water stains on Wen Yanyu's body were dried.
The water flow had already been shut off.
The residence was already located near the center of the community, and the community, which was usually deserted, was even quieter at this moment.
The noise from the outside world seemed to be completely shut out; there was no sound at all, only the mingling of each other's breaths and body heat.
The sudden shock, after days of intense mental strain, left him with no strength left but to tremble and breathe to stay alive; he couldn't even get up.
Fu Hanchuan held Wen Yanyu's hand and pulled him into his arms. He lowered his head slightly, his burning forehead resting against the boy's neck. He held the boy's wrist in front of him with his right hand and wrapped his left arm around him, holding Wen Yanyu tightly in his arms.
Fu Hanchuan hung his head, his physique already tall, easily trapping Wen Yanyu tightly in his arms.
The man's pajamas were soaked through, sticking to his body, making him look disheveled and exhausted.
But his tense nerves and the blood that hadn't completely drained into the sewer made him appear extremely aggressive.
Like a wounded male beast with only its last breath, still fiercely protecting its nest.
Its entire body is covered in sharp thorns.
It can bite off the head of anyone who dares to invade its territory at any time.
Wen Yanyu was still dazed and hadn't quite recovered her senses. Her waist-length pure white hair was damp and sticky.
Dry, brittle hairs fell away one by one, and new hairs grew slowly, layer by layer, until they reached the calves before gradually stopping.
What remains is new life.
The bathroom was heated.
Even without clothes, it wasn't cold.
After a long pause, accompanied by a final, inaudible sound, the maggots clinging to the soul were completely burned away by the blue flames.
The warm winter sunlight outside the window cast dappled shadows on his face.
Wen Yanyu slowly opened her eyes. The gloom and despair of the past had long since faded away. Her peach blossom eyes were dark and bright, and a red mole at the corner of her eye gave her a hint of vitality.
Feeling weak and sore all over, Wen Yanyu tried to move her fingers slightly, but she had no strength. She wanted to say a few words, but her throat felt like it was glued shut, and she could only utter hoarse and weak murmurs.
I didn't hear what Wen Yanyu said.
"I'm here," Fu Hanchuan replied haphazardly, instinctively pulling Wen Yanyu closer to him.
"How did you fall asleep in the bathtub? That's dangerous. Next time, just wake me up when you take a bath."
Fu Hanchuan asked in a hoarse voice, his mind still reeling from the shock, his speech still a mess, and his words incoherent: "Don't wash yourself, it's cold, is it cold?"
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes slightly and gently shook her head.
Having just endured the last wave of pain, it felt like all the blood in my body had been replaced. At this moment, I wouldn't say I was in pain, but I certainly wouldn't say I was comfortable either.
My body felt sore and weak, and I had no strength at all. My consciousness kept fluctuating between being clear-headed and confused.
I vomited everything out of my stomach, and now I feel an unpleasant emptiness.
The dizziness caused by low blood sugar filled my brain.
I just want to close my eyes and rest.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, looking at the exhausted state of the person in his arms, who had been tortured to the point of having no strength left. His heart felt as if it were being torn apart by something, with a piercing pain.
Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes, his pupils churning with pain and soreness, his eyes reddening uncontrollably, his voice trembling violently, yet he dared not utter a sob: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Wen Yanyu was too weak to speak, so she could only soothingly pat the man's wrist.
Fu Hanchuan pursed his lips, struggled for a long time, and said intermittently, "If it hurts too much, if it's too tiring... if we really can't hold on anymore, then we'll just stop, okay?"
"If it doesn't work out, then I'll stop."
"I'll stay with you."
Fu Hanchuan held back his tears and tightly grasped the cold, slender hand in his arms, their fingers intertwined. "I'll stay with you."
Wen Yanyu mumbled a response, then shook her head slightly, trying to open her mouth, but the sound she made was like a whisper, and she couldn't even hear it herself.
Wen Yanyu took a breath, reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, using it as a fulcrum to bring her head close to the man's ear so that he could hear what she was saying.
"I also want to take you to meet my family."
"And... Murmansk, I also want to see your homeland."
"You must not break your promise."
The weary body only allowed Wen Yanyu to use simple words to form sentences that were barely comprehensible to others.
After finally finishing her three sentences, Wen Yanyu collapsed into the man's arms, utterly exhausted, and drifted off to sleep again.
At the same time.
Fu Hanchuan froze, tears welling up in his eyes instantly.
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The night was as dark as ink.
After working through two sleepless nights, I finally finished all the company's work for the past week and delegated the rest of the work to the new senior executives at Wanjia.
Fu Hanchuan closed his laptop, not wanting to stay in the office for even a second longer, and quickly got up and walked towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, I saw that only a dim wall lamp was on in the bedroom, and the scene on the bed was clearly visible as soon as I opened the door.
Wen Yanyu nestled in an oversized Border Collie pillow, her head resting on a small dog. Her waist-length white hair was spread out beside the pillow, and her face had a healthy rosy glow.
He came in.
Wen Yanyu put down her phone and waved to him.
Fu Hanchuan quickened his pace, skillfully flipped onto the bed, and almost pounced on her, pulling Wen Yanyu into his arms.
It whimpered and cuddled, its invisible tail spinning rapidly behind it, just like a wronged puppy whining for affection.
Wen Yanyu was used to this.
This became a habit between the two of them after that incident.
After one of the two finishes a very tiring task, the other should immediately put down their work and hug the other, or be hugged by the other.
Common name.
Charge.
Although in most cases...
It's a bunny and a dog stuck together...
Wen Yanyu closed her eyes, burying half her face in the man's arms, her whole body tightly wrapped in his embrace.
After half a month of feeding and care, the person in my arms has become noticeably softer, has never had a recurrence of the illness, and has a rosier complexion every day.
My tense and anxious nerves gradually relaxed.
The warm scent of peaches kept wafting into his nose, and Wen Yanyu gently patted his back, soothing him with each pat.
Fu Hanchuan squinted his eyes in comfort, almost making a pathetic little whimper.
They hugged and cuddled for more than half an hour.
Fu Hanchuan reluctantly let go of Wen Yanyu.
Now we're getting to the main topic for tonight.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, avoiding the man's gaze, still hesitating whether she should speak.
At the beginning of his reincarnation, before he was branded, he didn't want to be controlled and hurt innocent people. Even if it meant death, he wanted to tell the protagonists the truth, since he could still speak then.
Until Jun Changmo branded him, he lost his freedom and could only obediently become a puppet, watching his body being controlled and heading towards destruction time and time again.
Although the mark Jun Changmo placed on himself had no shape, he could feel it—a kind of sticky, wriggling maggot clinging to his soul, seeping in little by little.
Therefore, after drinking the medicine, he could clearly feel those things being peeled away from his soul and bones little by little, then burned to ashes in his body, and vomited out with his vomit and blood, causing him a nauseating pain.
The last time was three days ago.
Those things were completely burned.
I have never felt so relaxed in my body in a hundred years.
As the restraints on his body were lifted, he was able to tell the truth, recalling what the system had told him.
Wen Yanyu looked at Fu Hanchuan with a hint of nervousness.
Under the dim nightlight, the man's eyes seemed to have lost their blue hue, becoming like some kind of inorganic crystal ball, a transparent silver-gray that exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Wen Yanyu pursed her lips.
Will he be considered crazy?
The thought had barely formed when it was interrupted.
Won't.
Fu Hanchuan is different.
Still hesitating.
"What do you want to tell me?" A tender, seductive voice whispered in his ear. Fu Hanchuan turned to him, took his hand, and said gently, "I'm listening."
Wen Yanyu's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to pull her hand back.
Fu Hanchuan threaded his knuckles through his fingers, clenching them tightly in his palm and pulling them to his heart.
Their fingers were intertwined intimately and naturally.
It is also an inescapable confinement.
The heartbeat beneath my palm was inexplicably intense.
Wen Yanyu panicked and blurted out, "This world is a novel."
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