Lan Wangji rushed in with anticipation and wanted to see the person he wanted to see, but that person would never rush into his arms again, calling himself "Lan Zhan" softly.
The person on the stone couch was pale to transparent, and his sleeping face was as quiet as a newborn baby, but his once full and rosy lips were covered with cracks due to lack of water
His chest was heaving slightly, and his hands were placed in front of his chest. When Lan Wangji's eyes moved to his hands, he almost fainted again
Is that thin wrist still tied with the forehead that he tied when he left, or is that beautiful bow that he has never taken off?
"Wei Ying..."
Before he saw it, he wanted to hug him in his arms immediately, but now he hesitated and dared not come forward
"The second son of blue"
Wen Qing was not surprised to see Lan Wangji, because when Wei Wuxian was critically ill in Yunshen before, he could see that there seemed to be something unusual between them
"Has he always been like this?"
Lan Wangji asked with trembling lips
"Well, it's been seven months and it's been like this"
"Where is he hurt?"
He just lay there, he didn't even know where he was hurt? Does it hurt?
"When Anin brought him back, his neck was crushed, and if he was breathing, I tried everything to keep his breath."
Warm words, like a heavy punch, smashed Lan Wangji's heart to smithereens, the pain made him sweat profusely and couldn't breathe
"Not to mention, I found... found"
Warmth doesn't know how to speak, tell him the cruel truth
"Miss Wen, please say, I can take it"
He's already like this, what else can't he bear?
"He seems to be out of body"
In the first two months, I tried my best to save him. I always thought that he hurt his neck, but when I rescued him, I realized that what I saved was just a body, and his soul had already left his body
"Second Young Master Lan -"
Wen Ning held Lan Wangji, who was about to fall. His face was livid, obviously caused by shortness of breath
The warm hand reached out to his wrist, trying to check his pulse, but he gently pushed it away
"No need"
He finally had the courage to take a step and walked towards the man on the stone couch
"Wei Ying, I'm back"
Lan Wangji hugged the person on the stone couch into his arms and stroked his cold face over and over again. He actually made him wait for him for eight months. Hearing the news of his wedding, he must be very desperate, otherwise How could he kill Qishan alone with Wen Ruohan's thoughts of dying together?
His hand stroked his neck, and even though it had been seven months, his fair and slender neck was still black
"It hurt at the time"
Lan Wangji's tears were like beads with a broken thread, dripping down Wei Wuxian's face one by one, but the man would never say "Don't cry, I feel bad"
"I didn't betray you, never"
In my past and present life, my heart is full of you, how can there be room for other people, you fool, why don't you believe me and wait for me to go home obediently?
"You will come back, right? You won't leave your little old-fashioned here, right? It's not that you don't know, except you revolve around me all day, other people are afraid of me, and they don't want to approach me. How can you bear it? Wei Ying - how can you bear it..."
Wen Qing and Wen Ning quietly retreated. Now they can't help anything, they just add to the sadness
"Can you come back, my back hurts, can you give me medicine, like before I was injured by purple electricity and you gave me medicine, you don't know, this time is much more serious than that time, I slept for eight months, the marks left by the ring whip will always remain on my back, will you despise me..."
Lan Wangji hugged the person in his arms, babbling, anti-Buddha wanted to make up for what the two generations didn't say
When his fingers stroked his chapped lips, Lan Wangji attached himself to them...