Chapter 173
"Is it really okay? Mom doesn't feel tired staying with you at night. In fact, it doesn't matter where you sleep." Wan Ruohua said worriedly.
In fact, sleeping on the floor in her daughter's room often makes her feel sore when she wakes up. In addition, because she is worried about her daughter's health, she has to wake up suddenly from time to time to check on her, which makes her sleep quality very poor. But when her daughter asks to sleep alone, Wan Ruohua is still worried.
"It's okay, Mom." Xi Yanxin smiled weakly and said softly, "I feel much better recently. And even if I feel uncomfortable, I can still press the call bell!"
Xi Yanxin's body is so fragile that even a small bracelet will increase her burden. In order to avoid no one rushing to take care of her in time when she is sick, Xi Zhenhai made her a call bell that is connected to the couple's bracelet and emits an emergency whistle. It was installed by Xi Yanxin's bedside within reach. However, because her family is almost always by her side, Xi Yanxin also doesn't want to cause too much trouble to her parents, so she is always used to holding back when something happens. She rarely uses this call bell. But if she really feels unwell, she still has the ability to press the bell.
Thinking of this, Wan Ruohua felt relieved. Seeing that her daughter was very insistent, she told her, "Okay, you sleep alone tonight. But even if you feel a little uncomfortable, you must tell mom, okay? Don't be afraid of trouble. If you can rely on us a little more, mom will be more at ease. Do you understand?"
There was one time when Xi Yanxin had an attack of illness in the middle of the night. Feeling sorry for her mother who had worked hard all day and finally fell asleep, she endured it for most of the night without making a sound. When Wan Ruohua suddenly woke up, she found that her daughter had almost fainted from the pain, and her sweat had soaked the bed.
Wan Ruohua was so scared that she almost collapsed. She injected medicine into her daughter with trembling hands and struggled for a long time before she calmed down. She was angry and afraid, and couldn't bear to hit her daughter, so she hit herself and cried. She never wanted to experience that kind of despair again.
When she said this, both mother and daughter thought of that incident. Wan Ruohua's eyes were filled with tears unconsciously, and she felt worried again. Xi Yanxin stuck out her tongue and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Mom. I won't do that again. And..."
She paused, rested for a while, and then continued, "I suddenly feel that... it's really good to be alive... I want to keep living. Mom, I won't give up on myself again."
Looking at the shining light and hope in her daughter's eyes, Wan Ruohua couldn't help but be stunned.
How long had it been? How long had it been... since she had seen her daughter look so lively? Day after day, those eyes that once looked bright and lively became as forbearing, calm, and dead as dead water. Her eyes rarely showed pain, but that kind of maddening calmness made Wan Ruohua even more painful. She would rather see her daughter being ignorant and acting like a spoiled brat, crying and screaming hysterically, than seeing her comforting her immature parents when she was clearly enduring the greatest pain and the threat of death at any time.
But now, at this moment, Wan Ruohua saw the shadow of the lively and clever girl in her daughter. Although she was still pale and weak, she was rejuvenated like a small tree that still sprouted new buds after experiencing the ravages of a storm.
Although she didn't know why her daughter had changed like this, Wan Ruohua didn't want to delve into it. She just covered her mouth in surprise, tears rolling down her cheeks, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Okay, okay, don't give up on yourself, and mom will never give up again. Let's work hard together, and things will definitely get better."
"Yeah." Xi Yanxin nodded, her eyes curved.
"Thank you, Mom. I feel so lucky to have you as my parents."
Watching her daughter's breathing gradually stabilize, Wan Ruohua tucked in the quilt for her, turned off the lights, leaving only a small night light emitting a faint yellow light , then closed the door and tiptoed out.
She fell on the sofa, covered her mouth with a pillow, and cried softly like a baby animal, crying so hard that she couldn't stop.
Xi Zhenhai, who had just finished washing up, saw her like this and felt very tired, but he still asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Wan Ruohua grabbed his clothes and cried in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Zhenhai. I... I regret it so much. How could I say such cruel words? I actually wanted to give up my daughter! I don't deserve to be a mother! I'm sorry Xinxin... I deserve to die!"
Xi Zhenhai held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and said nothing.
"Do you know?" Wan Ruohua raised her tearful eyes and said with tears and laughter: "Do you know what Xinxin told me today? She said...she said she wanted to live! She said she would never give up on herself again! She also said...she also said...having parents like us...is so lucky..."
Xi Zhenhai was stunned, and grabbed Wan Ruohua's shoulders and asked, "Really? Xinxin really said that? She said she wanted to live?"
"Yes." Wan Ruohua sobbed and repeated what Xi Yanxin had said, crying, "Do you know? I just looked at her eyes and felt that my daughter was really alive! Zhenhai, have you forgotten the stupid things I said? Xinxin didn't give up on herself, so we shouldn't give up on her, okay? No matter how hard it is, we have to support this family, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Xi Zhenhai said excitedly. He hugged his wife tightly, kissed her hair, and whispered, "We must make Xinxin get better. I swear!"
Xi Zhenhai had always known that his wife was a very weak and gentle person, so he thought that she could not withstand the slightest storm and would be easily crushed by setbacks and hardships. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was not as tenacious as he thought, and he was actually about to collapse. But as long as there was a little smile, as long as one person really cheered up, hope would be like pouring oil on the fire, and it would burn again in their hearts.
Xi Yanxin pretended to be asleep, listening to her mother leave her room and the noise outside gradually quieting down. She closed her eyes, lay motionless on the bed, and waited patiently.
In the middle of the night, when Xi Yanxin felt drowsy due to fatigue, she suddenly felt as if her soul was pulled by something, and she opened her eyes.
There were three gentle knocks on the bedroom door.
She whispered, "Come in."
Such a weak voice might not be heard even by the mother sitting next to her. But the man outside the door heard it, and he pushed the door open and smiled.
In an instant, the room was filled with light.
Rong Yuan closed the door and said, "I'm sorry, it's really rude of you to come visit me so late at night. But I don't have a good way to make your father believe that I can cure your illness, so I had to come here secretly."
"Well, my dad is a very stubborn person." After secretly insulting his father, Xi Yanxin laughed softly and said, "Thank you for your help during this period of time, and thank you for coming."
"Then I also have to thank you for believing in me and not treating me as a bad person and letting your parents kick me out." Rong Yuan said.
"I'm not stupid." Xi Yanxin pouted and said gratefully, "I know you really want to help me. I can feel it."
This evening, when he was downstairs, Rong Yuan had to stop after cutting off dozens of black silk threads. Before leaving, he had an idea and used his string power to transmit a request for a visit to the girl. Unexpectedly, she not only understood it, but also agreed.
It was a mysterious feeling. Without any conversation between the two, they both understood each other's meaning accurately without any doubt, as if they instinctively felt that the other party was definitely not lying.
Rong Yuan sat beside the girl's bed and stretched out his hand, saying, "Give me your hand, let me check your condition first."
A hand that was so skinny that it seemed to have only a layer of skin wrapped around the bones was placed on the other slender and warm palm. Looking sideways at the two hands in sharp contrast, Xi Yanxin's fingers curled up unconsciously and she couldn't help feeling ashamed of herself.
She hoped that the first impression she left in the other person's eyes would be beautiful and worthy of admiration, rather than looking like a stinking mummy like she did now.
She looked up at Rong Yuan nervously, but found that his expression had not changed at all. That hand held her hand very gently, as if the warmth of the sun was transmitted to her cold fingertips.
She panicked a little and found a random topic to say, "It's so strange, I thought it would hurt when you got close to me! But I don't feel anything at all."
"Because I suppressed those things temporarily." Rong Yuan said: "I'm sorry, the treatment a few days ago caused you a lot of pain, right?"
Xi Yanxin shook her head, looked at him disapprovingly and said, "Why are you always apologizing? You don't need to feel sorry for anything. Instead, I should feel sorry because I have caused you trouble and burden."
"It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not a burden." Rong Yuan smiled and said, "It's a blessing for me to be able to help a strong and kind girl like you."
Looking at his gentle eyes, Xi Yanxin couldn't help but say, "You are so nice, really. Just like... just like the sun."
For a moment, Xi Yanxin wondered if she had said something wrong.
Because she saw Rong Yuan suddenly froze, his pupils slightly dilated, his vision unfocused, his expression blank, and in silence, his whole body exuding an indescribable sadness and loneliness.
It was just a short moment before Rong Yuan returned to his previous expression, making her briefly suspect that what she had just seen was an illusion.
Rong Yuan let go of her hand and said, "Don't worry, the source of the disease has not penetrated very deeply. I can cure it. But in order to prevent the pain from exceeding your tolerance, I will cut off your consciousness first. When you wake up tomorrow morning, the disease will be cured, but your body is too weak. It may take two or three months of conditioning before you can gradually recover."
Xi Yanxin's mind was full of his expression just now, and she nodded randomly without hearing it clearly. Then she reacted and opened her mouth to say something, but Rong Yuan had already touched her forehead, and she fell asleep uncontrollably.
In the dim light, Rong Yuan lowered his head slightly, and the smile disappeared from his face like a mask being taken off.
He raised his hand, calmed the soul, swung the sword in the air, and thousands of black threads were cut off!
They fled into the distance like mice whose tails were stepped on and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but they did not notice that a thin thread invisible to the naked eye was held by Rong Yuan, and then he slowly wrapped it around his little finger as if he was wearing a ring.
Afterwards, Rong Yuan put Xi Yanxin's hand back into the quilt, opened the door and went out, then closed the door again. Xi Zhenhai and his wife were in a deep sleep, and they didn't notice that someone had come and gone in their home.
Standing in the corridor, Rong Yuan looked sideways, his cold face reflected on the black glass. Then he moved his lips and eyes and smiled faintly.
In a trance, I seemed to see another smiling face - warm and bright, like golden sunshine.
"You know what? Some people say that to me now."
Rong Yuan put his hand on the glass, and across the vast space and time and the boundary between life and death, he whispered to his old friend:
“But I am not the sun.”
“Never.”
