Free Web NovelChapter 924: Chapter 921: Poisonous Hand 8
The dinner was lavish, and Liu Daqing even poured two glasses of red wine.
"Xixi, this is the homemade grape wine I made. The taste is alright."
Yan Xixi took a big sip, and immediately her face turned crimson. She giggled: "Brother Donglin already let me try it. I really like it. Empress Dowager, please bring a jar to Boston next time."
"Haha, since you like it, I’ll definitely bring some for you."
"Then I’ll be waiting. Hehe, thank you, Empress Dowager."
Liu Daqing laughed: "Tonight, you’ll still have to keep Donglin company. I’ll go back and rest for a day, and I’ll take over tomorrow."
Yan Xixi knew well that this was to give her more time to spend with Wan Donglin.
"Empress Dowager, I’ll head to the airport early tomorrow, no need to see me off."
"Alright, I’ll let Lin Zhiyun take you."
Yan Xixi didn’t refuse; otherwise, Liu, the Empress Dowager, would have some unnecessary concerns.
Returning to the ward, she had just sat down when Wan Donglin woke up.
She exclaimed joyfully: "Brother Donglin, are you hungry?"
His gaze was still quite muddled, and his voice was very faint: "Xixi... I want some water..."
Yan Xixi’s heart brimmed with joy, and according to the doctor’s orders, she fetched warm water and carefully fed it to him sip by sip. After he drank half a cup, she helped him sit up comfortably, adjusting the hospital bed frame to the most comfortable position.
His eyes opened wider, the gaze no longer unfocused, even showing signs of surprise: "Xixi, oh... Xixi, you actually came back..."
Thank heaven indeed.
Not just waking up—completely awake.
She beamed: "Brother Donglin, I missed you, so naturally I had to come back to see..."
"I know... these days, I always felt you were by my side... several times I wanted to call you but didn’t have the strength..."
"Don’t worry, the doctor said you’ll recover very soon."
He weakly grasped her hand: "Xixi, why have you lost weight?"
Lost weight?
She touched her own face: "How could I have? Brother Donglin, you’ve lost plenty of weight instead. By the way, which parts do you feel uncomfortable?"
"I always feel my head is particularly heavy, vision is blurry, all over weakness..."
After lying down for so many days, he looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets.
Yan Xixi’s face showed a compassionate expression—it’s the first time she felt pity for him.
Thinking back to when Wan Donglin used to be such a strong and robust man? Especially at the beginning of their time together, she often feared him, because he was powerful and sometimes picked her up effortlessly—at times, she was afraid of angering him, thinking he might turn violent.
But he never was violent—not once.
And now this man, he’s as weak as a child.
Her heart ached, but she smiled brightly: "The doctor said it’s a normal symptom. In a few days, the dizziness will gradually fade. By then, you can leave the hospital. Brother Donglin, don’t worry, you’ll fully recover..."
He just stared at her, knowing she shouldn’t be here, confused by the memories flashing—frightening scenes from that day—but soon his head ached severely, unable to piece them together...
"Brother Donglin, don’t think about anything now, wait until you’re better to discuss."
He tried to say more, but couldn’t resist his eyelids drooping; it was the result of medication and post-surgery side effects, and he soon drifted back into slumber.
