bookcurios Chapter 275 Madam
Chapter 275 Madam
Chen Xian's wrist was corroded by the mist of Jiluan Pond, and the wound opened again.
Blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the bluestone beside the pool red.
it hurts……
Chen Xian looked at the cold moon reflected in the pool, feeling desolate.
I used to be full of vigor and had unparalleled boxing skills, but now I don’t even have the most basic ability to take care of myself.
He looked down at his crippled right hand, feeling a surge of powerlessness in his heart, as if the whole world was moving away from him.
"Ah Xian!"
Zhou Zhou's anxious shouts came from a distance.
Chen Xian didn't look back, but silently put his hand back into his sleeve, trying to cover up the glaring bloodstains.
However, Zhou Zhou's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped behind him.
"Why did you come here?"
There was a hint of blame in Zhou Zhou's voice, but more of it was heartache.
He squatted down and gently grasped Chen Xian's wrist. Seeing the blood-soaked gauze, his brows furrowed. "The wound has opened again. We must go back and bandage it quickly."
Chen Xian did not answer, but just let Zhou Zhou help him up.
His eyes remained on the pool water, as if something there was attracting him.
Zhou Zhou noticed his strangeness and asked softly, "Ah Xian, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Xian remained silent and just shook his head slightly.
Zhou Zhou felt a pang of sadness when he saw this. He knew that Chen Xian had many grievances in his heart, but he was unwilling to speak them out.
He sighed softly and pushed his wheelchair to leave.
However, the moment Zhou Zhou turned around, Chen Xian smelled the lingering scent of rouge in his hair.
That was the fragrance of Zhuohua.
Zhou Zhou had contracted the virus when he was dancing with her on the dance floor just now.
Chen Xian's heart sank suddenly, as if it had been stabbed by something.
"Zhou Zhou..."
Chen Xian's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Ok?"
Zhou Zhou stopped and looked down at him.
Chen Xian raised his head.
He opened his mouth, remained silent for a long time, and finally just shook his head gently, "It's okay, go back."
Zhou Zhou noticed his mood change and felt uneasy.
He squatted down, looked Chen Xian in the eye, and asked softly, "Ah Xian, are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Xian avoided his gaze and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, just a little tired."
Zhou Zhou frowned, obviously not believing what he said.
He gently held Chen Xian's hand and whispered, "Ah Xian, you can tell me anything you want to say."
"Don't keep it in, okay?"
A trace of tears flashed in Chen Xian's eyes. He bit his lip and finally couldn't help but said, "Zhou Zhou, you...you and Zhuo Hua..."
Zhou Zhou was stunned, then he understood Chen Xian's concerns.
He sighed softly and explained, "Ah Xian, don't think too much."
"It was just a dance, and besides, it was to inquire about the news of the doctor in Zhongdu."
"There's only you in my heart, and no one else."
Chen Xian whispered, "I know... but, Zhou Zhou, I'm already a useless person."
"Why do you have to lower yourself for me and beg others?"
"not worth it."
"value!"
Zhou Zhou felt a pang in his heart. He held Chen Xian's hand tightly and said firmly, "Ah Xian, please believe me, okay?"
Chen Xian couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He lowered his head and choked up, "Zhou Zhou, I...I really hate myself."
"I hate myself for being so useless, and I hate myself for getting you into trouble."
"I……"
"I don't want to be a burden..."
Zhou Zhou's eyes also turned red. He gently embraced Chen Xian in his arms and whispered, "Ah Xian, don't say that. You have never been a burden."
Chen Xian leaned in Zhou Zhou's arms, his clothes soaked with tears.
His voice trembled, filled with endless grievances: "Zhou Zhou, I'm really scared... I'm afraid that you will leave me one day, that you will dislike me..."
"My mother passed away early, and my father married a new concubine. No one has ever loved me as much as you do."
"I do not want to lose you."
Zhou Zhou gently stroked Chen Xian's back, his voice gentle but firm: "Ah Xian, don't be afraid. I promise you, I will never leave."
Chen Xian's crying gradually became softer. He leaned in Zhou Zhou's arms, as if he had found the long-lost sense of security.
Zhou Zhou patted his back gently and whispered comfortingly, "Ah Xian, let's go back and rest, okay?"
Chen Xian nodded and let Zhou Zhou push him away.
Along the way, Zhou Zhou held his hand tightly, fearing that he would have some random thoughts again.
After returning to Tingxue Pavilion, Zhou Zhou carefully helped Chen Xian to the bed, then took out the medicine box and re-bandaged his wound.
Chen Xian looked at Zhou Zhou's focused expression and felt a warmth in his heart.
"Zhou Zhou..."
Chen Xian called softly.
"Ok?"
Zhou Zhou raised his head, his eyes full of concern.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Chen Xian's eyes, and he finally whispered, "Let's do it."
Zhou Zhou's hand paused slightly, and the gauze almost slipped from his fingertips.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Xian with complicated eyes, his voice a little tense: "Ah Xian, you...what did you say?"
Chen Xian's cheeks flushed slightly, but his eyes were extremely firm.
He took a deep breath, and although his voice was soft, it was very firm: "I say, let's do it."
Zhou Zhou's throat rolled, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotions.
He put down the gauze in his hand, sat down beside the bed, gently held Chen Xian's hand, and whispered: "Ah Xian, your body has not recovered yet, and your wound has not healed yet..."
Chen Xian shook his head, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes: "I'm afraid you're lying."
"I'm afraid that what you said is just sugar-coating to coax me. If I peel it off, there's nothing inside..."
His voice gradually became lower and lower, almost a whisper.
Zhou Zhou's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
He held Chen Xian's hand tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Ah Xian, believe me, I am sincere to you."
Tears welled up in Chen Xian's eyes. He raised his head and looked directly into Zhou Zhou's eyes: "Then prove it to me, Zhou Zhou."
"It proves that you don't care about my injuries, my flaws..."
"Prove that you still love me."
Zhou Zhou's breathing stagnated, and it felt like something in his heart collapsed.
He could no longer suppress his inner emotions and lowered his head to kiss Chen Xian's lips.
Chen Xian closed his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Zhou Zhou's movements were extremely gentle, for fear of hurting Chen Xian.
He carefully untied Chen Xian's belt, and paused slightly when his fingertips touched the scar on his wrist.
Chen Xian's body trembled slightly, but he did not dodge.
"Does it hurt?"
Zhou Zhou asked in a low voice, his voice full of heartache.
Chen Xian shook his head, his voice hoarse: "It doesn't hurt."
"As long as you are here, I won't feel any pain."
Zhou Zhou lowered his head and gently kissed the scar, as if to take away all the pain.
Chen Xian's body trembled slightly, and his toes gripped the bed sheets tightly, but it was not because of pain.
The night was dark, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the two of them, as if covering them with a soft halo.
Zhou Zhou's movements were always gentle and restrained, for fear of making Chen Xian feel uncomfortable.
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"Cuckoo..."
The cuckoo's chirping woke the two sleeping people.
Chen Xian slowly opened his eyes. The white plum blossoms outside the window were blooming more brilliantly than yesterday.
"Boat."
"Um……"
Zhou Zhou responded dazedly, turned over, and put his arms around Chen Xian's waist.
"Let's go pick some white plum blossoms later."
"..."
Zhou Zhou didn't answer, but his warm breath touched the back of Chen Xian's neck.
Chen Xian shrank his neck, and his face flushed.
"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
"understood……"
"lady."