Chapter 1152 — A Brand Burned Deep
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For a time it left Feng Xiaoxiao feeling lost and melancholy. Her original intention had been nothing more than to make Wei Zhao fall in love with her and then cast him aside — a form of revenge. Though that purpose had long since been buried in the bottom of her heart, never to be raised again, her terminal illness was all too real. Revenge or not, the moment she left, Wei Zhao was bound to be heartbroken — and that was not what Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to see.
"You ... why are you so good to me ..." Feng Xiaoxiao was frightened, a little. This time a deep self-reproach rose within her; she felt she was playing with fire, and yet she could not stop herself. Matters of the heart — how could you play at them and simply call it quits?
"You are good to me, and naturally I will be good to you. Love goes both ways." Wei Zhao smiled. "Weren't we going to watch the sunrise? Any later and the sun will be up!"
"Oh ..." Feng Xiaoxiao murmured, thinking to herself: should she not come clean with Wei Zhao after all?
Yet she was afraid — afraid that once she confessed, Wei Zhao would grow angry and storm out of her life in a rage. Feng Xiaoxiao could not bear to lose this love she had won so dearly. She was torn, and sorely conflicted.
"Last night ... you slept holding me?" Feng Xiaoxiao changed the subject. The more she dwelt on these maddening troubles, the worse her head ached — better not to dwell on them at all.
"Mm." Wei Zhao nodded.
"You ..." Feng Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her cheeks deepening to crimson, and at last she said, "Do you want me ...? Actually ... we could ... now ... I've made up my mind ..."
"Huh?" Wei Zhao stared.
"I want to be your woman!" This time Feng Xiaoxiao dropped every trace of coyness and spoke instead with firm resolve.
She thought that giving herself to Wei Zhao would count as some sort of repayment to him. In such matters it was always the man who gained the advantage; and though she was dying, she was at least still a virgin. Back when Feng Xiaoxiao had run with those delinquent boys, had they not all traded such things as bragging points and badges of pride? They would compete with one another over how many virgins each had had, how many women, and so forth ...
Wei Zhao's heart stirred, but he kept his face perfectly even. "Let's talk about that when we get back — shall we go and watch the sunrise first? If we dawdle any longer, we may miss it."
"Mm ..." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded, cheeks burning, a flicker of resentment at his refusal. Wei Zhao was wonderful in every way — it was just that at times he was a shade too proper for his own good!
Little did Feng Xiaoxiao know that Wei Zhao's heart had not been untouched by her proposal either. It was simply that he had not grown so feckless as all that: with Feng Xiaoxiao's life hanging by a thread, how could he have the mind for such things?
What mattered now was finding a way, as quickly as possible, to save Feng Xiaoxiao's life — otherwise Wei Zhao might regret it for the rest of his days.