Chapter 121: “Hug Me, Take Me Home.”
The ceremony lasted for over two hours.
Finally, Ai Li intercepted the two before Shen Zhuo prepared to return to the palace bedroom.
Ai Li, Ji Weishen, Fu Qishang, Chu Baixian, and Feng Muya squeezed together to take a group photo with the new Emperor and Empress.
In the picture, Shen Zhuo and Du Xun were dressed neatly and stood solemnly.
The others were acting like wild demons.
Ai Li rested on Shen Zhuo’s shoulder and made a heart shape with his fingers.
Ji Weishen would have looked handsome if not for his hat being snagged by the scepter and pulled down to cover his face.
Chu Baixian stood next to Du Xun with a righteous look that said, “Let me wear your crown.”
Fu Qishang was relatively normal, but Feng Muya, who had run back quickly lifting her skirt after pressing the shutter, almost crashed out of the frame.
So in the photo, Feng Muya was captured in an unstable pose trying to reach for Fu Qishang but failing.
And Fu Qishang was entirely blurred into a patch of color.
Fu Qishang looked at the photo: “…”
Fu Qishang: “Delete it and retake it!!”
Ai Li huffed twice.
Retaking was fine; deleting was not.
Eventually, the seven people stood in two rows and took a normal photo surrounding Shen Zhuo and Du Xun.
After the photo was taken, Chu Baixian received a phone call.
Hearing that Meng Xihe’s condition wasn’t good, he left hurriedly with a panicked expression.
The remaining few exchanged glances.
“Let him handle it himself.”
Although Du Xun said that, after a while, he still took out his phone and sent a message to Chu Baixian: “If you need us to do anything, just say it.”
Apart from Shen Zhuo and Du Xun, only Feng Muya knew a little about Meng Xihe’s condition.
Noticing Shen Zhuo’s gaze, she shook her head gently.
“Root glandular cancer combined with a rare blood type. There is no cure.”
Feng Muya closed her eyes. “He has already done enough.”
Originally, with this disease, one could live for at most a year.
In the end, they would die of pain.
But Meng Xihe had held on for six years.
He was strong enough already.
.
Chu Baixian ran through the long corridor of the hospital.
It was currently late morning, and the weather was fine; sunlight fell brightly on the marble floor.
Yet Chu Baixian felt his vision growing dimmer and dimmer.
So dim that it seemed he wouldn’t even be able to see tomorrow.
The man ran, hearing nothing in his ears, his fingers numb, his breath choked.
The call from the hospital just now had only one message.
Meng Xihe was in critical condition and being resuscitated; he needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
Chu Baixian couldn’t understand.
His Xihe was clearly so kind, so good.
Why did he have to endure this pain?
His heart had never hurt so much.
Clenched tight, even breathing felt like being sliced by blades inch by inch.
That was one of the fewer than 30 S4s in the entire Empire.
The Empire’s youngest genius dancer, Meng Xihe.
He should have been carefree on stage, accepting lights and applause.
Why did he have to endure so much…
Chu Baixian had never believed in gods or buddhas in this life, nor did he believe in fate.
But now, Chu Baixian felt he was wrong.
He stared somewhat blankly at the words “In Surgery” lit up in red in front of him.
Dragging his feet, his whole body lost sensation.
His ears were buzzing.
In a trance, his swaying, lowered gaze was suddenly very close to the ground.
He almost smashed onto the floor.
As if his spine had been removed.
The tall man knelt on both knees, his dazed, hollow eyes unable to form tears.
He didn’t know how much time passed.
Slowly, he knocked his head against the ground.
Along with his hair, his forehead was stained with dust from the floor.
Chu Baixian’s lips trembled.
He wanted to beg God to give him a chance, a chance to believe in the divine for the rest of his life.
All those words of disbelief he said before were void.
He regretted it.
He was willing to loyally believe in the existence of gods and buddhas.
Just, if there were gods.
Please.
I beg you…
Save my lover…
“Take my life in exchange…”
Chu Baixian pressed his head deeply against the ground, his voice hoarse, his entire chest tearing with pain.
“I beg you…”
“I am willing to bear everything…”
So could you, could you let his Omega suffer a little less pain…
…
People in the corridor would always stop when they saw the scene outside the operating room.
They watched the man praying ceaselessly with gazes of curiosity, sympathy, or intrigue, eventually leaving without saying anything.
Hospital walls have heard more sincere prayers than churches.
Chu Baixian knelt for he didn’t know how long.
Finally, the red light turned green.
The moment he tried to stand, his knees had lost all feeling, and several nurses nearby had to pull him up.
“How is he?!”
The doctor walked out of the operating room, let others push Meng Xihe to the ward, and took Chu Baixian aside.
“I told you last month, he doesn’t have much time left.”
The doctor’s face was also full of regret. “Now the relapses are very frequent. my suggestion is, take him home.”
“Take him home?” Chu Baixian heard his own voice shaking.
“No more treatment?”
The doctor shook his head. “Letting the patient pass their final time happily is better than anyth—”
The doctor’s words came to an abrupt halt as his collar was grabbed by Chu Baixian’s hands. The man lost control and roared:
“I have money for his treatment! Why not treat him?! If you all give up on him, what can he do!”
For the first time, Chu Baixian lost his composure, screaming hysterically like a madman:
“I just want him to live! Aren’t you a doctor! What’s wrong with letting him live!”
“Just living, that’s all!”
“It’s very simple, right…”
Chu Baixian’s voice gradually grew weaker, his whole person looking desolate as if his soul had scattered.
“Just… living, that’s all…”
Several nurses immediately came to support Chu Baixian.
“Please calm down.”
They were all familiar with this patient’s family member.
He was always smiling, looking very optimistic and cheerful.
He was also kind and friendly to the doctors and nurses.
Such a person shouldn’t have turned into what he was now.
“Sorry… Doctor Jiang, I didn’t control my emotions well.”
Chu Baixian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the bloodshot redness couldn’t be hidden.
The doctor shook his head hurriedly.
“It’s okay.” He looked at the nurses. “Escort Mr. Chu back.”
Chu Baixian refused the support, stumbling alone toward the ward.
Meng Xihe was already awake, leaning against the bed with no color in his body.
He must have vomited blood just now.
There was still unwiped red at the corner of his lips.
Hearing the door open, Meng Xihe turned his head.
Like a small animal, using his ears to catch the direction of the visitor.
Then he smiled.
“Baixian.”
Chu Baixian didn’t speak; he couldn’t speak.
He knew that once he opened his mouth, his crying would be heard.
Meng Xihe groped to raise his hand. Chu Baixian hurriedly stepped forward to hold it, pressing it to his heart.
Only then did Meng Xihe chuckle lightly. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you talking?”
The Omega’s voice was forever gentle and pure.
“The surgery was quite successful, don’t worry.”
He knew his Alpha was sad.
The only thing he could do was comfort him.
“The doctor said…” Chu Baixian took a deep breath.
Only then did he suppress the tremor in his voice.
“The doctor said you recovered very well. We can go home.”
Although Meng Xihe still had bandages over his eyes, he could sense his body suddenly straightening up.
“Really?”
The Omega smiled joyfully.
“Actually, I also feel much better.”
“Let’s go home. I’ve wanted to go home for a long time.”
He whispered, “Take me away.”
Chu Baixian’s tears couldn’t be controlled, falling drop by drop onto his clothes.
He bit his lip, desperately trying not to make a whimpering sound.
He cupped Meng Xihe’s face.
Lowering his head and bending down, he kissed his cheek gently.
Meng Xihe very obediently wrapped his arms around Chu Baixian’s neck.
“Hug me,” Meng Xihe whispered.
He had been lying on this cold hospital bed for too long, too long.
Long enough to forget what his Alpha’s embrace felt like.
Chu Baixian said “Okay” and picked the boy up in his arms.
Only then did he realize the boy had no flesh left on his body.
He felt light as a feather when held, and very bony.
How did he get so thin…
Why did he have to suffer so much?
With red-rimmed eyes, Chu Baixian carried him step by step out of the hospital.
He had bought an apartment next to the hospital.
Not particularly large, but the layout was very good.
North-south facing, bright sunlight, and a very large balcony.
Six years ago, Meng Xihe liked dancing on the balcony the most.
He was like a swan with smooth, white feathers.
His silk-like long hair flowed with his turns, and those eyes seemed to smile whenever they looked at him.
And now, Meng Xihe sat on the small sofa on the balcony.
His long hair had been completely shaved off during chemotherapy, and his eyes had gradually lost their sight due to complications.
Chu Baixian knelt on one knee beside him, unravelling the gauze covering Meng Xihe’s eyes loop by loop.
Meng Xihe slowly opened his eyes.
He was no longer exquisite and beautiful like before; his cheeks were sunken and haggard, and his originally clear eyes were covered with a layer of inorganic gray.
“I can imagine this place.” Meng Xihe was very happy.
He hadn’t been back for too long and thought he had completely forgotten.
But now, he found that even if there was nothing but darkness before his eyes, he could recall its original appearance.
“It seems my birthday is in a few days.”
Meng Xihe turned toward Chu Baixian, holding his hand with both hands and nuzzling it against his cheek.
“Can I ask for a birthday present?”
The boy’s breath was weak, his voice lacking even the strength he had last month.
“Of course.” Chu Baixian leaned close to him.
“Whatever my little lotus asks for, I will fulfill.”
Meng Xihe smiled. “Then I’ll have to make it difficult for you.”
Chu Baixian took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Then you must make it difficult for me.”
Meng Xihe was just about to speak when his expression changed.
The next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood directly.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough…”
Meng Xihe covered his mouth, his whole body curled up and trembling in pain, blood ceaselessly spilling through his fingers, his face pale as paper.
Chu Baixian’s pupils contracted. He immediately supported him, stroking his back rhythmically:
“Take it easy, I’m here, I’m here.”
Chu Baixian’s voice wasn’t panicked, but that gaze was heavy with pain and self-blame, as if he had reached a dead end.
The pheromones in the air grew thicker and thicker.
Even though Chu Baixian knew his Omega pheromones were useless.
He still released all his soothing pheromones.
Squeezing his glands made Chu Baixian’s face turn pale.
Meng Xihe curled into a ball, the coughed-up blood soaking the fabric sofa.
He grabbed Chu Baixian’s collar, his eyes filled with tears from coughing.
Pain that felt like cramping muscles and peeling bones.
It hurt so much his brows were tightly knit.
He didn’t know how long it took, but Meng Xihe gasped and recovered.
He slowly leaned into the man’s arms, speaking intermittently.
So weak that it seemed he would shatter in the next second.
“I want… on my birthday… to dance…”
The boy smiled, his lips opening and closing:
“…a dance with you.”
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