Chapter 1279 — The Illness Strikes Again - "Hiss—" Xie Yufeng Drew a Sharp Breath: "So You're Saying Wei Zhao's Background Might Be Formidable?"
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"Tang Zhi, why don't you sleep here tonight? There's a guest room upstairs." Wei Zhao was badly weakened — half his blood gone, and running on nothing but willpower; right now he was impatient beyond measure to slip into the jade pendant's space and heal himself.
"Mm." Tang Zhi too had caught the weariness in him, and nodded. Today was Friday, there was no school tomorrow, and the day after was Xu Shilan's concert — so staying here was perfectly acceptable. The only question was whether Gu Mengyao would mind.
"Then let's sleep together. My bed upstairs is roomy enough, Yun-yun — it isn't as if we haven't shared it before. Surely you're not shy?" Gu Mengyao asked with a smile.
"Of course not..." Tang Zhi shook her head. The four of them had grown so close of late; there was nothing left to be shy about.
Tang Zhi was tired as well, and getting to rest as quickly as possible was just what she wanted.
Wei Zhao paid them no mind. Worn to the bone, he went back to his own room, cycled the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, and drifted into sleep.
Feng Xiaoxiao, meanwhile, had no trouble left in her. She sat up on the sofa; her spirits looked decent enough, but her mood was plainly not good.
"What's wrong, Xiaoxiao? You look unhappy." Tang Zhi had noticed something amiss and asked, puzzled.
"Alas..." Feng Xiaoxiao let out a long sigh. "Yun-yun, it's my own body — I know... This time I really thought I would never wake up. I never expected hubby Wei to drag me back from the gates of hell once again. Only next time, I'm afraid, won't be so simple... I don't know how much longer I can go on living with you all..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Didn't Wei Zhao say he has a way to cure you? Why think so much?" Outwardly Tang Zhi said nothing more, but inwardly an inexplicable pang of pain struck her — today she had seen with her own eyes how Wei Zhao had treated Feng Xiaoxiao.
Because Feng Xiaoxiao had collapsed in the living room, Wei Zhao hadn't carried her back to her room; he had simply slashed his own wrist on the spot and healed her with his fresh blood. How much blood Wei Zhao had let run, Tang Zhi, the young mistress and little Shu had watched every drop of — and the grief etched across Wei Zhao's face, they had seen that too.
Though Wei Zhao said little, anyone with half a brain could tell how heavy his heart must be, and that next time it would not be so easy to cure her. Even if every drop of blood in Wei Zhao's body were spent, whether it could wake Xiaoxiao up was anyone's guess.
"That's right. Didn't we agree you'd live with us forever and go to college together one day?" Over this stretch of time Gu Mengyao too had come to accept Feng Xiaoxiao — at first perhaps out of sympathy, then out of friendship, and by the time they were living under one roof, it had grown into the bond of confidantes who held nothing back.
One could say that her relationship with Feng Xiaoxiao was no worse than the one between Feng Xiaoxiao and Tang Zhi. The young mistress did not want Feng Xiaoxiao to die either — but some things, not wanting them changed nothing; one was powerless to alter them.
"Yes, yes! Our mischief-making duo still has the whole universe to sweep!" Shen Yushu chimed in as well.