Anti-Knochen-Scharlachlied

Kapitel 77

It doesn't seem so cold anymore...

Her body seemed to become very light, so light that she felt as if she were about to turn into air and float away, until a tearing pain assaulted all her senses. Her eyes widened abruptly, and she screamed in agony—

"ah!"

All her lingering thoughts suddenly became clear. She blinked her sweaty eyes and looked at the man on top of her in horror. He was clearly her guardian angel, the man who would never hurt her, so why was he causing her so much pain?

"No..." She didn't want him to be like this.

"Su Xin... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." the man, who was moving wildly, apologized in a low, hoarse voice, but he did not let her go.

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, shaking her head in disbelief, "Why..." Why had he become so unfamiliar? Why had he left her for so long? Why had he carefully protected her for so many years, only to end up hurting her so badly?

The pain gradually subsided, and with his increasingly rapid movements, she felt her soul become light again, almost unable to hold onto his hand. She shook her head in panic, determined not to leave at this moment…

Not now...

"Brother..." she whispered, vaguely wondering how long it had been since she had called him that. Her breathing was a little labored, and she gasped for air, her eyes squinting as she looked at the man's face, which was contorted with pain and desire, and murmured, "Why is it you..." Why are you my brother? Why have they been going around in circles for so many years, unable to escape each other yet unable to stay together?

The man hovering above her suddenly snapped back to reality, his entire body stiffening. He opened his eyes to the woman beneath him, and in terror, pulled away from her, frantically lifting her up and crying out in anguish, "Suxin! Suxin, you...you..."

She leaned weakly against him, feeling his frantic, erratic heartbeat. A slow smile curved her lips. "If... there's an afterlife... I never want to... be your sister again..." Her guardian angel should be the man who protects her for life, the man who can stay with her until the end of time, not her blood-related brother...

Sweat-dampened eyelashes gently fell, obscuring those tender eyes. Her breath caught in her throat; she missed the man's heartbeat momentarily halting, his face contorted in despair and pain, his trembling body, along with hers, gradually growing cold…

There was no warmth left...

Chapter Eighty

Bringing her heart disease to the Song Dynasty was already extremely strange, but unexpectedly, she also brought her cold constitution. When she first arrived in the Song Dynasty, her relationship with Zehua was not good, so her cold constitution was naturally not mentioned. Later, as the weather gradually warmed up, she suddenly left her body in October. When she returned, it was already the dead of winter, and her body temperature suddenly dropped, which terrified Zehua.

While waiting for Xue Weiji, Wanlan endured three days of cold wind in the western suburbs. Her fever lasted for two days. In her hazy state, she felt a strange presence lingering by her bedside for a long time, as if it were saying "I'm sorry" to her. Later, as she fell into a deep sleep, Wanlan could no longer feel that presence.

When she was fully awake, her gaze was immediately met by a pair of misty eyes. Those eyes, usually so gentle and calm, held a mixture of panic and confusion. Wanlan's lips curved into a smile, and a low voice escaped her dry throat:

"Zehua, I'm awake."

“Wanlan…” His low, hoarse voice sounded distorted from being overly suppressed. He stared intently at her as she opened her eyes, his expression still blank. “…Don’t scare me anymore.” He wasn’t that strong. Last time, her deep sleep had terrified him. This time, she had only been asleep for two days, yet he was panicked and at a loss, afraid that she would run away again, or that she would never find her way back…

Wanlan struggled to sit up, her hands gripping his large hands resting on the edge of the bed. "Zehua, I'm fine. I said I wouldn't leave, and I won't. Try to believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you." What he doesn't believe... is God.

Wanlan was stunned for a moment, watching him suddenly pull her into his arms and hug her tightly. She sighed softly, not knowing how to relieve his panic. She felt that she couldn't just leave her soul and travel through time so easily; something had to happen first.

The first time was because of an illness, she came to him and they became husband and wife. The second time was because of surgery, she came to him for sex. The third time was because she was seriously injured while trying to reverse history, and her soul returned to him in a fire. When she woke up, she found that the silver medal from when they first met had returned to her.

--silver medal?

Wanlan pushed him away in surprise, took the silver plaque from under her pillow, and smiled at Zhao Defang, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression, "This thing... seems to have a slight influence on strange things like time travel, so if you keep it with you, can you feel a little more at ease?"

Zhao Defang took the waist token and remembered that Wanlan woke up the day after Lan Wu retrieved it from Su Li. He opened his eyes slightly, put the waist token into his chest, and said, "Okay, I'll keep this."

Wanlan smiled as she watched his brows relax, then snuggled into his arms and looked up at him, saying, "Zehua, I'm hungry."

"Xuan'er has already gone to the kitchen, just bear with it a little longer." Zhao Defang smiled and looked at her, pulling a coat from the clothes rack next to her and draping it over her shoulders. "Do you have the strength to get up? Eat something, I'll have someone go and invite Young Master Xue over."

As Wanlan dressed, she replied, "Okay."

Wanlan was weak all over after recovering from her illness, and it took her nearly half an hour to finish her meal. When she arrived at Qinming Pavilion with Xuan'er's help, Xue Weiji had been waiting for a long time.

Zhao Defang, who was talking to Xue Weiji, saw her arrive and quickly got up to take her away.

Wanlan carefully examined the man before her. Three days ago, she was too confused to see him clearly. Today, although he still seemed lonely and thinner, he was much more energetic. However, his once dashing and handsome face appeared somewhat pale.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." She smiled slightly and sat down to the side.

Xue Weiji cupped his hands and smiled faintly, "Your Highness is too kind. It was I who caused you to catch a cold. I am the one who should apologize."

Wanlan shook her head to indicate that she was alright, and after gesturing for him to sit down, she asked again about the question from three days ago: "Are you alright?"

The other party remained silent. Wanlan turned her head and exchanged a glance with Zhao Defang, sighed silently, and slowly said, "The matter of the ghost marriage is not true. I'm sorry for using this method to lure you out, but you should know that Lord Xue has been running around trying to find you recently. The Emperor has ordered him to find you no matter what. I know you don't want to face it, but no matter how painful it is for you, Lord Xue and Madam Xue are your parents, and you can't abandon them."

“I know.” Xue Weiji spoke quietly, a faint smile always on his lips. “I am very grateful for the trouble Your Highness has gone to for this matter. As for the things Your Highness wants to know, I can tell you one by one.”

Wanlan was taken aback, wondering if what he was referring to was the night she had asked him about Suxin's disappearance. But then he paused and continued—

That night—

"Wait!" Wanlan called out urgently, interrupting him, and said hurriedly, "You don't need to say it. If that matter is painful for you, you don't need to recall it. I just want to ask you one question: you had no choice but to hurt Suxin, right?"

Xue Weiji, who had originally intended to tell her everything, paused, his breath caught in his throat, and he shook his head with a bitter smile. How could that matter be painful for him? It was something he had never dared to imagine, something that could only appear in his dreams, yet it had actually happened, but the consequences... were enough to completely destroy him.

"Although it was out of necessity, it was something I wanted to do but couldn't do while I was sober." He said calmly, his tone quite composed, without a trace of emotion. "I was drugged, but I didn't know who the drugger was. I secretly followed Su Xin after she left home, but I was shot by a drugged hidden arrow from her sleeve."

Wanlan was taken aback. Had Xue Weiji ever had any grudges against anyone? How could he have been ambushed?

"Knowing he was poisoned by love, he shouldn't have continued with that body, but he was worried about Su Xin and kept searching for her. He never expected... that he would do such a despicable thing to Su Xin because of it! And even caused her death..."

"Wait!" Wanlan suddenly stood up, staring at him with a serious expression. "Even if you were poisoned, I have always believed that you, who have protected Suxin for so many years, would not easily do anything to hurt her. Tell me, that night, you were not the one who took the initiative, were you?"

Xue Weiji was slightly taken aback, raised his eyes to look at her, and explained in a hoarse voice, "She... mistook me for someone else—"

"How do you know?" Wanlan interrupted him hastily.

Xue Weiji frowned deeply, his heart aching again as he thought of that bewildered and desperate face. "After the incident, she said to me in despair, 'Why you...?' The reason she went out that night was to wait for... the Prince of Yan."

As expected, it was Zhao Dezhao again!