Chapter 118

Jiang Sheng, who had passed out, seemed to hear someone’s voice, as if he was saying, “It’s all right. You’re safe now.”

The man’s voice was very gentle. He could feel that the man was holding his face with hands and then hugging him in his arms. He rubbed his forehead to comfort him.

He felt like a piece of oily green grass was spreading in his heart. Under the sunlight, his body no longer ached and his breath became smooth.

Jiang Sheng wanted to ask who the man was, but he found he couldn’t say anything.

He could sense it was bright out there. He could feel that he was lying in the arms of a man, but he just couldn’t see his face clearly.

The man suddenly leaned over to him, with warm tears falling on Jiang Sheng’s cheek.

Jiang Sheng’s heart ached, as if someone had torn down a corner of it.

Although he couldn’t see the man’s face, his tearful voice made him feel pitiful.

He sobbed and told Jiang Sheng, “Help me… help me protect him.”

Saying that, the man’s body turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared from Jiang Sheng’s sight.

Jiang Sheng reached out to grab, but there was nothing remained.

Shortly after, Jiang Sheng lost consciousness and fell asleep.

When Jiang Sheng woke up, it was already a month later.

He opened his blurry eyes and a lamp in his eyes came to his sight. The light was not very bright, but in dim warm color.

He knew where he was-this was Pei Siyan’s room.

Jiang Sheng sat up with difficulty; he looked around to adapt to the light.

He raised his right hand, but found it very heavy. He took a look at his hand and found that his hand was tightly grabbed by Pei Siyan.

Pei Siyan was sitting on a chair and fell asleep beside the bed.

“Pei… Pei Siyan?”

Jiang Sheng’s voice was unusually hoarse; he could barely make sounds, and it hurt.

‘What’s wrong with my throat?’

Jiang Sheng clenched his neck and pinched it.

‘How long have I been in a coma?’

Jiang Sheng wanted to check the date on his phone, but he was afraid that he might wake Pei Siyan up if he moved.

Pei Siyan looked so tired and there were stubbles on his face. He obviously didn’t sleep well.

Jiang Sheng put on a smile slowly. He gently moved his body, lay beside Pei Siyan and rubbed his cheeks.

‘It is so quiet. I couldn’t hear anything, except for my own heartbeat. That makes me feel relieved.

Should I tell Pei Siyan that I met his wife?’

Jiang Sheng was having a sudden struggle in his mind because he could see that Pei Siyan was so affectionate to his wife that he didn’t look like he would blindly like a willful person.

‘Forget about it. I will test him slowly when I get better! Let’s see if I should tell him about it, judging from his following reactions.’

Although Jiang Sheng was angry, he was more afraid of Pei Siyan getting hurt by knowing that his wife, whom he had loved for hundreds of years, was actually that kind of vicious man.

“… Honey?”

Pei Siyan’s voice suddenly sounded with a touch of uncertainty. His voice was still very hoarse, as if he had been silent for a long time.

“You… have you woken up, honey?”

Pei Siyan shook Jiang Sheng’s body and asked; even his voice seemed to be a bit sobbing.

Jiang Sheng opened his eyes with a smile. Then he looked at Pei Siyan who was nervous up there and asked, “Are you crying?”

Hearing Jiang Sheng’s voice and seeing him looking at him so energetically, Pei Siyan’s eyes immediately became tearful. He hugged him tightly into his arms, and all of his words turned into a hug with love.