I fear that, without realizing it, memories of people and events from the past will resurface, and I will find myself unable to stop myself from thinking about them.
But now, she was genuinely worried.
Meng Junheng was visibly taken aback, then looked up at Meng Wan for a long time before saying, "Someone from the post station just came and said that His Majesty suffered a sudden heart attack and has been unconscious ever since..."
"Unconscious?" Meng Wan was shocked. "How could that be? It was just a moment of panic, how could he have become unconscious?"
Meng Junheng sighed: "That day, I heard the Eighth Prince mention that after you left, he was depressed and his health deteriorated. He even fainted several times. But after he realized that the person in the coffin wasn't you, he relentlessly searched for you, braving wind and rain, looking everywhere. So..."
Meng Wan was stunned. She really didn't expect him to be so heartbroken because of her departure, and she didn't expect him to go to such lengths to find her. Back then, the two of them had clearly broken up to that extent.
"Wan'er--" Seeing her expression shift slightly, Meng Junheng spoke again, tentatively asking, "Since he's already here, why don't you go and see him? Maybe if you go, he'll wake up."
Meng Wan's eyes widened, somewhat bewildered: "Me...me?"
"Hmm." Meng Junheng nodded. "Of course, if you don't want to, I will help you keep it a secret, or even run away. But he has traveled a long way to find you, which means he clearly regrets what happened before. If you don't see him, I'm worried you'll regret it. Besides, you're pregnant now. Do you really want to hide from the world?"
Three months ago, she hated Huangfu Mi to the core, but now, after her elder brother said those words, she hesitated.
Just as Meng Junheng said, if she doesn't see him, will she regret it?
And the child in her womb, should he be born without a father?
She bit her lip, and after a long while, she raised her head: "Big brother, take me to see him."
*
The snow at the post station was even heavier than that at the imperial palace.
A charcoal fire was lit inside the room, and the rising smoke carried a strong aroma of herbs and the pungent smell of charcoal. The room felt somewhat stuffy with the doors closed, and even with the incense burner lit, the smell was not pleasant.
Meng Wan sat down to one side, staring intently at the pale, bloodless man on the bed. He was still unconscious; he had been in a coma ever since she arrived.
His breathing was steady, as if he were just asleep, but he didn't move at all, which made people uneasy.
How could he do this? He hurt her enough before, and now that they've finally reunited, she's fallen ill again.
Huangfu Mi, you really are a bad person!
She reached out her hand, wanting to touch his thin cheek, but her hand stopped short. She lowered her eyes and sighed almost imperceptibly, "How could you do this? What will I do if you die? What will happen to the child?"
At this moment, she realized for the first time that he was still so important to her, and even though she had hated and resented him, it still couldn't change her love for him!
Tears streamed down her face, like beads falling from a broken string, unstoppable. She leaned over the bed, whispering softly. The glistening tears fell drop by drop onto his shoulder and cheek. As if sensing something, Huangfu Mi suddenly opened his eyes.
Before him was a dazzling white expanse. He frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but when he saw the person in front of him, he froze in shock.
"Wan...Wan'er?" He spoke softly, his voice hoarse and tinged with uncertainty. Then, he shook his head and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Am I already dead? It's good to be dead, to be able to see you again, Wan'er, I missed you so much."
His voice gradually lowered, and he slowly reached out his hand towards Meng Wan.
That faint smile, hanging on her cheeks, seemed almost transparent, pale and powerless, making Meng Wan almost lose control. She could no longer hold back and tightly grasped his hands.
"You won't die, you're not dead, Huangfu Mi, it's me, it really is me, I'm Wan'er, I'm here."
Huangfu Mi suddenly stood up, but the movement was so big that he fell down again, sinking into the soft bed, his face showing obvious surprise.
"Careful!" Meng Wan rushed forward to help him, but her body was too heavy, and before she could support him, Huangfu Mi had already fallen. He winced in pain, but even the pain couldn't compare to the surprise and joy in his heart.
"Wan'er, it really is you. You're not dead, you're still alive." The voice was still weak, but it carried a laugh, the first genuine laugh in months.
Meng Wan smiled gently and nodded: "It's me, it really is me, not only me, but also our child."
Her hand rested on her lower abdomen, and in the final stretch of his life, she wanted to do everything she could to make him happy.
Huangfu Mi trembled: "The child...our child?"
His gaze was cautious as he looked at her, at her lower abdomen, as if his eyes held boundless tenderness, boundless caution, and boundless fear, yet he dared not express it. Meng Wan's eyes welled up, and she almost shed tears.
"Yes, our child." She held his hand, looking at his sickly appearance, which almost brought her to tears, but she held back and instead led him to her lower abdomen.
"It's been over three months, and he's been quite mischievous!" She chuckled again, trying to infect him with her emotions.
Huangfu Mi blinked, trying to move, but he was too tired to move. He could only look at her with tears streaming down his face: "Wan'er, I'm sorry! I misunderstood you back then. Changping has already admitted that she framed you. I'm sorry..."
He said.
In the past few months, he has regretted it a thousand times. Every time he thinks about it, he feels like he could tear himself to pieces. How could he have hurt her like that? He really is a bastard!
Fortunately, fate gave him a chance to see him again. This time, he will definitely not do anything foolish again!
Meng Wan shook her head, gripping his hand tightly, her voice trembling with tears: "Don't say anymore, don't say anymore, Huangfu Mi, I don't want your apologies, I want you to stay with me, to stay with me forever. You owe me, and you'll have to spend your whole life repaying it!"
The room was filled with touching scenes, but outside the door, the situation was quite the opposite.
Meng Junheng lay there, looking at the two people inside the door, frowning repeatedly: "What kind of medicine is that? It really won't harm his health, will it? Why does he look so weak?"
Huangfu Yi raised an eyebrow: "How could you fool Wan'er if you weren't weak? You know, this was specially prepared by Fifth Brother at Hua Jiuye's request. It's said that it's been used before and never fails!"
"Oh?" Meng Junheng raised his eyebrows, looking quite interested. "I didn't expect that the Fifth Prince, who is so honest, would also use such tricks. It seems we have to look at him with new respect."
"Haha--" Huangfu Yi laughed loudly: "At that time, I will have Hua Jiuye pretend to treat Seventh Brother's illness. Once he is cured, the two of them will be able to reconcile. But you must remember to keep your mouth shut."
"You should be the one saying that, since you seem more likely to let things slip."
"Is it you?"
The two started arguing, each unwilling to give in.