As soon as it was dawn, there was a knock on the door of the quiet room. Wei Wuxian wrapped the cloth around his wrist, looked at the sleeping Lan Wangji, and got up to open the door
"Little Uncle? Little Yangyang?"
Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang were standing outside the door. When they saw Wei Wuxian, who was as pale as paper, they almost exclaimed
"Envy what happened to you?"
"He forgot the plane like this, and... still... it's really white with the title of Guangjun, square and upright, just tossing you like this on the big night? Come on, come home with us"
Xue Yang was straightforward, and when he said that, he was going to pull Wei Wuxian
"Xiao Yangyang, it's not what you think..."
"Cough cough cough... envy?"
Wei Wuxian was about to explain when Lan Wuji coughed, and he hurriedly left the two and ran back to the room
"Lan Zhan, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"
Lan Wangji shook her head and raised her hand to touch Wei Wuxian's face
"Last night... it was my fault"
"Are you wrong, see for yourself, the envious face is not much better than yours"
The two walked in slowly, without hesitation that this was someone's wedding room
Lan Wangji remembered to salute, but was stopped by Xiao Xingchen
"I'm not feeling well, lie down, we're here to say goodbye to Xian Xian, and come to see you by the way"
As he said that, he took Lan Wangji's wrist to check the pulse
After a while
He put down Lan Wangji's hand, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad
"Take good care of it, don't let Xian Xian worry about you"
Judging from his pulse, his pulse was weak and weak, his spiritual power was lost, and his internal injuries were still very serious, but he was slowly healing. If he cultivated well, he should have no problem living for ten or eight years, but he couldn't say these words in front of Wei Wuxian. Ten or eight years? If possible, what Xian Xian wants is to stay with him for decades or even a hundred years...
"Thank you very much."
"Xian Xian, you come out with me"
After Xiao Xingchen finished speaking, he walked out on his own, and Xue Yang hurriedly followed
"Lan Zhan, take a break, I'll be right back"
"Hmm."
Wei Wuxian helped Lan forget to lie down, his heart was up and down, and he walked out a little submissive
Did the little uncle know what he did?
"Little Uncle..."
"Envy, do you know what's wrong?"
Xiao Xingchen turned his back to Wei Wuxian, and his voice was harsher than ever
"I don't know what's wrong with Xian Xian... ah, little uncle..."
Before Wei Wuxian finished speaking, Xiao Xingchen grabbed his wrist and quickly opened the cloth band on his wrist
"You... you have always used your blood to repair his wounds, I envy you..."
The dense wounds on his wrists made Xiao Xingchen suck in a breath
"Envy is right, he is my lover, I and him are one, he lives, I live, he dies... I will never live alone"
"What a good one. He gave birth to you, he died and you died. Where did you put your master? Where did you put those of us who also love you? I tell you envy, if you don't stop, you will probably have a shorter life than him."
Hearing Xiao Xingchen's words, Wei Wuxian's face turned a little pale again, and his whole body was shaky
Xiao Xingchen also knew that his words were too heavy, and he was secretly annoyed
"Envy, I didn't mean that... I..."
"Little Uncle, Lan Zhan is still waiting for me, I'll go back first"
After Wei Wuxian finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Xingchen to react, and ran back to the quiet room, closing the door with a "bang"
"Lan Zhan, what are you doing?"
Wei Wuxian leaned against the door, gasped for breath, looked up, but saw that Lan Wuji was hiding something under the pillow, the corners of his lips - still a touch of red
He ran a few steps to the edge of the couch, and from under the pillow, he took out a brocade parchment, which was full of blood, bright red, and hurt his eyes
Lan Zhan... he's been coughing up blood?
He watched him every day, and he didn't even notice this?
"Xian Xian, I... I'm fine... ahem ahem"
When Wei Wuxian grabbed the bag on the spot, Lan Wangji explained in a hurry. For a while, he coughed until he couldn't stop. The hoarse cough and the blood that kept pouring out of his mouth made Wei Wuxian gasp for breath, and his heart was even more like a knife. Pain...
"Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... don't talk, please don't talk, let's go... Didn't you say that after the big h, we will travel around? You promised me, you are not allowed to break your promise."
Wei Wuxian was out of breath as he hugged Lan Wuji and cried. For a moment, he was thinking, did he do something wrong? Lan Zhan was so uncomfortable and painful, and he selfishly kept him by his side. For him, is it too cruel?
"No... don't break my promise, promise to envy, I will do it... just - don't let you cry, do you hear?"
