Thinking about the wounds on his body, Xia Wan’an subconsciously thought about getting up, but before she could move, his burning tone caressed her ear, "An’an, hug , hug ..."
Xia Wan’an’s initial motion to rise instantly stiffened.
His words seed to transform into nurous fine needles, densely pricking at her heart, causing a tight pain to engulf her left chest in an instant.
She lay on his chest as if her acupoints had been struck, unable to move an inch.
Perhaps because Han Jingnian hadn’t received a response for so long, his usually calm and unemotional brow furrowed with a layer of anxiety and anticipation.
His lips, dry from fever, moved again, "An’an, An’an, hug , hug ..."
His voice was very soft and low, as if afraid to startle sothing precious he cherished, his tone pitiful like a child begging his mother for candy.
Xia Wan’an’s soft heart imdiately overflowed, her body gradually becoming pliant, and her hand bracing on his chest uncontrollably drifted toward his shoulder.
Her movents were hesitant and slow, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, his burning palm suddenly grasped her hand, pulling it wildly down toward his shoulder blade, "An’an, hug , hug , just for a mont... no, just for a few seconds... or just for a little while..."
"An’an... just for a little while..."
Hot tears suddenly filled Xia Wan’an’s eyes, nearly rolling down her cheeks.
She couldn’t care anymore, didn’t want to care anymore; her brain hadn’t even responded when she already wrenched her hand free from his grasp, then placed it on his shoulder, encircled his neck, and hugged him tightly.
Her embrace quieted his lips, and the tight frown on his brow relaxed considerably.
He placed his arm on her back, pressing her tightly into his embrace, and once he was sure he filled his arms, he smiled with a satisfaction as if he had obtained the whole world.
This was the first ti Xia Wan’an saw such a broad smile on Han Jingnian’s face; he wasn’t one to smile often, and previous smiles barely curled the corners of his lips. This childlike, unrestrained smile was new to her.
Watching his smile, an inexplicable sorrow grew in Xia Wan’an’s heart. She subconsciously moved her head, wanting to look away, but this slight gesture made the smile on his face vanish instantly, his arms tightening around her.
"I know it’s just like before, you’re going to leave again... don’t go... stay with a little longer... I know this is a dream... once you move, you’ll disappear... don’t move..."
He still spoke in that pitiful tone, utterly softening Xia Wan’an’s heart.
Her compliance brought a smile back to his brow as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, and then murmured, "An’an, you have no idea, I always thought I’d be alone... I never expected, I could have you..."
"An’an, I’ve drifted for so long, when will you co back... bring my ho back..."
"An’an..."
Han Jingnian mumbled incoherently, as if in a dream, for who knows how long, before finally falling into a deep sleep.
(This Chapter is a supplentary update~)
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