Chapter 2684 — Who Am I?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
After all, Wei Zhao did not know how long the Medicine King's draught would last. He had merely purged most of it from Yuning's body; a small residue surely remained, and he had left that alone. In time it would be converted into urine and expelled, with little effect on the body, so there was no need to flush it out in haste.
This was not like a poison. Had it been poison, Wei Zhao would have had no choice but to do as he had when the eldest young miss was poisoned, forcing Yuning to convert the toxin into urine and expel it.
When he had finished wiping her down, Wei Zhao rose to his feet once more. Yuning thought he was truly leaving this time and wanted to speak up to stop him, but her weak body still would not let her make a sound.
In fact, Wei Zhao was not leaving. He went to the washroom, rinsed the towel clean with water, and then came back, intending to wipe Yuning's body down once more with the damp towel.
Seeing Wei Zhao return again, Yuning's heart leapt with joy once more. This time, however, her strength had recovered somewhat, and so the delight on her face gave away the fact that she was fully lucid.
"You're awake?" Wei Zhao's steps faltered; he was somewhat embarrassed, towel in hand, unsure whether he should go on wiping her down. He did not know whether Yuning would remember any of this once the drug wore off—and even if she did, she had taken him for Yang Huaijun, which left him thoroughly mortified.
"Mm..." Yuning was embarrassed too. Since Wei Zhao had seen through her, she could hardly keep pretending to be muddled. But at the thought that she had just mistaken Wei Zhao for Yang Huaijun and rejected him, Yuning wanted to tear her hair out. Even if nothing happened between them, a kiss or a hug would have done—but now...
"Ha, well, it's good that you're awake..." Yet Wei Zhao was rather surprised: why was Yuning not the least bit startled to see him? By rights, she ought to be astonished. Could she still think he was Yang Huaijun? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, so he pointed at his own nose and asked, "Who am I?"
At his question, Yuning's little face flushed crimson. But answer she must, so she squirmed and said haltingly, "Wei Zhao... I'm sorry. Earlier I... I didn't know it was you..."
"Uh... so you figured it out afterward?" Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback by her answer, but pressed on: "You sobered up later? You've been awake all along?"
"Mm... earlier, I didn't have the strength to speak... I'm sorry..." Yuning felt terribly apologetic. She imagined Wei Zhao must be deeply hurt—he had finally taken the initiative for once, only to be coldly refused. "I truly didn't do it on purpose. I took Zhao Qibing's drug, and I imagined he was you; then when you came in, I took you for Brother Yang Huaijun..."
"Uh... I'd guessed as much..." Wei Zhao nodded to show he understood.