In fact, after the period of time where he worked on the detoxification process, Xie Xuanchen could easily distinguish Wu Yufei’s fragrance. As soon as the drug was ignited, he sensed that something was wrong.
It’s a pity that knowing so didn’t change the fact that there was still nothing he could have done. Xie Xuanchen had a splitting headache at the time and the sight in front of him was blurry and spinning. He felt a wave of nausea and there was somehow an endless pit of darkness in his heart.
This feeling was too familiar. He had been controlled by this sensation countless times and had ruined his life. However, when he just realised that it was happening again, the first thought he had was not anger nor hatred, but fear.
He was afraid that if he fell here, he would never be able to be in Mu Mingtang’s life from then on. He didn’t even take her back to Xiangyang, hadn’t brought her to the tombs of Xie Yi and Madam Yin and was yet to accompany her to finish the 17 jars of wine in their backyard.
Now, when Xie Xuanchen closed his eyes, he could remember his condition at that time as well as the many similar, painful and hopeless days from before. It was always said that humans would only realise what was most important to them on their deathbeds. It was true it seemed, seeing as Xie Xuanchen realised that he had many regrets.
Mu Mingtang slowly massaged the acupoints. She merely felt that Xie Xuanchen closed his eyes very quietly and rested for a while before he suddenly said, “Say, what’s the name of our first child in the future?”
Mu Mingtang was stunned for a moment, completely unaware of how his mind jumped to such a distant topic even though he looked like he was peacefully resting. She was a little embarrassed and said, “It’s too early to talk about this now.”
“It’s not early,” Xie Xuanchen suddenly opened his eyes and fixedly looked at Mu Mingtang. She was already a bit shy from his comment, so when she saw him open his eyes, she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hands.