The emotions surged, Wen Xiao’ai felt a sharp pain in her nose. Longing, grievance, heartache, self-bla, all kinds of feelings erupted like a volcano.
She kept tightening her arms, hugging him ever more tightly.
"...Jun Moyan."
Wen Xiao’ai choked out the words.
But Jun Moyan was too drunk to react at all.
"Jun Moyan?"
Seeing Jun Moyan still unresponsive, Wen Xiao’ai released him and got up, kneeling beside him.
Looking at the several empty wine bottles on the floor, Wen Xiao’ai felt even more distressed.
Why was he drinking again, and so much at that?
Wen Xiao’ai reached out to touch his face.
He seed thinner; he really had lost a lot of weight.
"Jun Moyan? Wake up, it’s , Xiaoguai." Wen Xiao’ai held back her tears, her voice hoarse.
"Jun Moyan, I’ve co back, wake up, please."
She called out to him repeatedly. She wanted to talk to him, hear his voice, see him happy to see her.
She wanted him to wake up, didn’t want him sitting here like this; it hurt her deeply to see him like that.
"Mm..."
Jun Moyan groaned softly, his head moved slightly, as if trying to dodge the mischievous hand on his face.
His brow furrowed, seeming to want to wake up but too exhausted to open his eyes.
"Jun Moyan?"
"Jun Moyan, it’s , Xiaoguai, please wake up, don’t sleep here, the floor is cold." Unable to wake Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai cried.
"Wuwu... Jun Moyan, don’t ignore , are you angry with Xiaoguai?"
"I didn’t an to leave, don’t ignore Xiaoguai, wake up, okay?" Wen Xiao’ai clutched one of his hands, her crying more intense.
"Xiaoguai..."
Perhaps he really heard Wen Xiao’ai crying, Jun Moyan called out in a panic.
Then he slowly opened his eyes.
What he saw was darkness.
Wen Xiao’ai’s tear-stained face gradually ca into clarity before him.
Jun Moyan looked at her, unable to tell if this was a dream or an illusion.
"Jun Moyan."
Seeing Jun Moyan finally awake, Wen Xiao’ai cried out in delight, but the grievance in her heart overflowed even more.
She pouted, feeling extrely wronged.
She wanted to hug Jun Moyan, but didn’t dare.
He feared she was angry with him.
"...Xiaoguai?"
Jun Moyan’s mind was muddled; driving ho in thin clothes with cold wind blowing for nearly an hour, then drinking and sitting on the floor, combined with overworking these days—he was slightly feverish now.
And truly drunk.
Jun Moyan raised his hand and moved toward Wen Xiao’ai.
The warm palm caressed her little face; Jun Moyan’s first sensation was that she had lost weight.
Her little face had grown thin, not much flesh left.
He had taken care of her for so long to get her healthy, and now she was thin again in no ti.
"...Is it you?"
He cautiously asked her, his blurry gaze showing his lack of clarity, still in a drunken state.
"It’s , Jun Moyan, it’s , I’m Xiaoguai, I’ve co back, wuwu..." Wen Xiao’ai nodded, crying.
The words "I’ve co back" stunned Jun Moyan for a mont.
His mind cleared for a brief second, as he rose up and embraced her tightly.
"Wuwu... Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiao’ai hugged him back.
"I thought you were ignoring ; I called you but you wouldn’t wake up, wuwu..."
Scorching tears soaked his neck, Jun Moyan held her tightly, the force as if wanting to ld her into his body.
"...Xiaoguai."
"Jun Moyan, are you angry with ?"
"No, no..." He held her tightly, inhaling the familiar soft milky scent from her body; Jun Moyan seed to co alive again.
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