Chapter 128 Rabbit Baby's Serious Illness
A cold wind blew by, and the air was filled with the scent of earth and grass. After two consecutive rainy nights, the temperature in the forest dropped sharply.
Wen Yanyu sat on a low stool by the campfire. The firelight reflected into his eyes, making them misty and red at the corners.
I couldn't stop coughing.
After one cough, before he could catch his breath, he coughed again.
My body, which already had a slight cold, caught a chill during the night and started to have a fever after waking up. It also seemed like there was something wrong with my trachea, as I couldn't stop coughing after waking up.
Fu Zhiyan brought over some hot water, which Wen Yanyu took and drank in one gulp.
Warm water can stop a cough.
But it only lasted a few seconds in my throat.
It's impossible for a person to hold a water cup and drink water continuously for 24 hours. So, unless the cough was really uncomfortable and made her throat dry and sore, Wen Yanyu stopped drinking more.
With each breath, it felt like a feather had gotten into my throat, making it itchy and uncomfortable. I couldn't help but want to cough, and when I coughed, my throat became even itchier, and the inside of my ears also became unbearably itchy.
I wish I could reach in and scratch it myself.
To relieve the itching, I could only cough forcefully, but the force made my chest and lungs uncomfortable, and my lower abdomen felt sore and bloated.
The cycle repeats endlessly, seemingly without end.
The person being tortured doesn't even want to speak.
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled, her lips had long since lost their color from repeated coughing, and the white stray hairs on her forehead were damp with cold sweat and mist, sticking stickily to both sides of her cheeks.
The contrast between the pure white skin and the unnatural flush on her face made her sickly weakness even more apparent.
After drinking two more sips of hot water, Wen Yanyu put down her teacup, pressed her burning forehead against the puppy in her arms, and skillfully curled up into a ball on the stool.
It's a resting posture.
It's also a protective posture.
Fu Zhiyan saw this and was deeply worried.
He looked away from the pear soup that was still simmering in front of him.
Fu Zhiyan looked at Jiang Wanrou, who was busy changing the hot water in the hot water bottle, and then at Lu Mingxu, who was chatting with Wen Yanyu.
A deep sense of anxiety and restlessness spread rapidly through his heart. He didn't know how many times he had felt uneasy since making the decision.
He knew that once the timeline returned to normal, Wen Yanyu's family would remember him and come back.
Jiang Wanrou, Qin Chengzhi, and that little girl whose whereabouts are still unknown, but who will always return to her homeland with unbreakable blood ties and bonds.
Yan Yan will regain her happiness.
But I'm still scared and worried.
Fu Zhiyan lowered her eyes, concealing the surging resentment within them.
He is an extremely controlling person, to the point of being somewhat pathological. In his mind, he always assumes the worst about a situation.
Therefore, he dislikes the feeling of the unknown and the feeling of being out of control.
He couldn't accept that someday in the future.
One day, which he was unaware of.
The one you love will appear someday when you can no longer see them.
so.
suffer.
Suffering.
Even just a little bit.
My heart is breaking.
After staring blankly at the person who was still coughing for a long time, Fu Zhiyan sighed softly and turned her gaze back to the pear soup in front of her. She stirred it gently, and a wisp of blue mist flowed into the soup from her wrist.
Perhaps because he was sick and had little energy, or perhaps because the two groups were blurred, someone saw that he was bored and came to talk to him.
Wen Yanyu only replied casually, and when the other party saw that he was not in the mood, they stopped and went about their own business.
Wen Yanyu sat alone on a low stool, staring blankly at the plush puppy in her arms. Every now and then, she would smile and divide her body into two parts, talking to herself.
She could only say a few words before being interrupted by coughing, which was annoying and frustrating. So Wen Yanyu simply stopped talking and buried her head in the puppy.
There were no loud words or actions, no complaints or whining; she just stared blankly for a while, then skillfully comforted herself.
Perhaps the person involved didn't realize there was anything wrong.
But from a third-person perspective.
It just makes your heart ache, and your heart feels like it's being torn apart.
[Oh~ my sister's bunny, sob sob, does anyone understand? Seeing the bunny sitting there all alone, hugging his little toy, even though I know he's an adult, I still see him as a very, very pitiful little kid.]
I understand. Although I'm not a fan of Wen Yanyu's looks or a fan of his, when I think about his background and see him sitting alone playing with his dog while he's sick, it always makes my heart ache.
[Haha! Now we can finally see it! For the past ten years or so, every time Rabbit has been sick, she's endured it all by herself! Haha! Haha!]
[Damn it! I'm going to sell the neighboring province! I'm going to take my bunny home and raise her! The whole world should treat my bunny well! Bunny lovers!]
[Waaaaah, I don't want to morally blackmail you, but Aunt Jiang, waaaah! Can you be my bunny's mom?! Waaaah! My bunny really needs a mom.]
I don't want the conversation to fall flat, but even the best mom isn't the same as she was at the beginning. It's different now. Sigh.
Jiang Wanrou sat down beside him, raised her hand and gently brushed the hair on his forehead, which was damp with cold sweat, back.
Not a single hair root of any other color flashed before my eyes.
Jiang Wanrou paused slightly, her eyes darkening.
Meeting the boy's questioning gaze, Jiang Wanrou smiled again and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Just ask one question: "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Wen Yanyu tilted his head to look at the woman, gently shaking his head, the crimson at the corner of his eyes still lingering.
"I don't feel uncomfortable."
Wen Yanyu spoke with a smile, her hoarse voice almost a whisper, very soft.
Lightly.
In a daze, one could hear a sob that shouldn't have been there.
Wen Yanyu didn't say anything more, he just looked at her.
Watch her quietly.
It's like looking at her, yet also like looking at someone else through her.
To witness a dream that does not exist.
Those peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with tears from coughing, but those expressive eyes, veiled by a thin layer of mist, also seemed to be...
Wronged.
Yes.
Wronged.
No matter how old you are, you'll always feel this way. No matter how strong you are, how carefree or cheerful you are, once you get sick, there will always be a strange sense of grievance in your heart.
A person who is normally satisfied with 50 units of love will have higher needs once they fall ill. They will feel wronged and want more love, more care, and more attention.
This is human instinct.
No matter how strong a person is.
Both will be produced.
Primal instincts.
Like the cry for "Mom" in the final moments when suffering strikes.
Jiang Wanrou was stunned for a moment, her consciousness suddenly wandering.
She thought of the two years after Shen Huai's parents died in the line of duty, when they had just brought Shen Huai home. Every night, she could hear crying through the door.
Wen Yanyu is a strong child, something she already knew, and because of this, she felt even more sorry for her.
But then she suddenly realized something.
Shen Huai, who lost her parents when she was almost an adult, spent many years with the help of her lover to gradually get over her grief and get her life back on track.
Compared to Wen Yanyu, who lost her parents' protection at a very young age, perhaps even before her values were fully developed, and was left helpless and alone, she experienced a series of hardships that Wen Yanyu could not even imagine.
What is he thinking?
Jiang Wanrou looked blank for a moment, her fingers trembled involuntarily, and a sharp pain came from her chest, slowly spreading to her limbs, like being burned by cold fire.
Perhaps it was maternal instinct overflowing.
Or perhaps it's for some inexplicable reason.
Jiang Wanrou looked away, rubbed her sore eyes, and an indescribable emotion rose from the depths of her chest, a suffocating feeling as if her heart was blocked.
Seeing that Wen Yanyu was coughing badly, the production team didn't really want to cause trouble for him during the recording of the show, and they also couldn't afford to offend the person behind him, so they sent him cough syrup and pears overnight.
They asked Wen Yanyu if she wanted to go back to the city first, and that she could join the recording together after everyone finished the wilderness survival recording.
Having never been sick in all her years of reincarnation, Wen Yanyu only had a slight fever and cough, which she didn't pay much attention to and thanked the production team for the medicine they brought.
They nestled back to their mother rabbit and her former puppy.
Sitting by the fire, Wen Yanyu drank the special pear soup for dogs that Rabbit Mom had fed him to stop coughing. His originally pale face was warmed by the firelight.
[Oh, baby! Such a cute baby is nestled peacefully next to Mommy Rabbit while taking her medicine; it melts Mommy's heart. Damn this production team! It's all your fault! You made my bunny sick! You'll pay for this!]
[Happy, Jiang's mom doesn't care about group assignments anymore, she just sticks to Wen Yanyu's group to take care of him.]
My feelings for Wen Yanyu are so complicated right now. Before, I wanted to marry him; now, I want to have his child.
[I'm dying of laughter, hahaha, me too! I don't usually feel it very obviously, I just like him, but when Rabbit gets sick and I see him looking sickly yet smiling pitifully at the camera, my heart melts instantly.]
The government encourages having children, so I want to have this one.
Two days of torrential rain meant that apart from taking shelter from the rain and eating after the rain stopped, there wasn't much to film. As the show's popularity waned, they decided to postpone filming for the sake of the show's effect.
The program arranged for everyone to take turns telling interesting stories that had happened to them or that they had heard or seen.
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