novelzi Chapter 294 Paying a Visit to Meiyan.
Chapter 294 Paying a Visit to Meiyan.
Recovery Pavilion...
Ling Meiyan lay in her bed, trying hard to fall asleep, but she kept hearing strange whispers that kept her awake.
"We see you, even when you think you're alone."
"You'll never wake up from the nightmare we've planned for you."
"Your fear makes the darkness stronger."
Every time she tried to get comfortable, the voices would start again, making her toss and turn restlessly.
"Listen closely... Can you hear us crawling under your bed?"
Soon, she heard the voice of a little girl.
"It... *sniffle* it hurts so much. Make it stop."
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, feeling very uneasy in the dark room.
She looked around, her eyes trembling, scanning every corner, but there was nothing unusual.
Th-, these voices... I shouldn't be hearing these. Wh-, what are they?
Sweat began to form on her forehead.
The room was so silent that it felt like someone else was there, perfectly hidden. She could hear everything, except for them.
Then, a whisper, louder than all the previous ones, said...
"Pssst! I want your liver..."
She looked down, and to her horror, hidden under her sheets, resting on her thighs, was a man with a twisted grin and eerie blue eyes that glowed like the blue embers of hell.
Meiyan, without hesitation and without allowing the creature in her bed another moment, leaped out and crashed into several tables holding pill bottles and medicinal scrolls.
She sprinted to the far end of the spacious recovery room, summoning a dragon sword into her hand and pointing it towards the intruder.
"WHO ARE YOU?!"
Because she was only in her tight undergarments, she instinctively covered her huge breasts with her free hand, though nothing revealing was exposed.
A small chuckle escaped the man on her bed, and as he turned to face her, she recognized him as Yang Wei.
The young man in question chuckled softly and reclined on her bed, crossing his legs. "You can already manifest a dragon sword; your cultivation seems nearly recovered," he remarked casually.
The venomous glare on Ling Meiyan's face softened, replaced by a more relieved expression. "Junior Brother... it's you."
Yang Wei tipped an imaginary hat and gave her a nonchalant nod. "Indeed. Who else would dare to rest on your tender thighs but me," he chuckled lightly thereafter.
"Please, don't do that again..." Ling Meiyan sighed in relief, dispersing her dragon sword and sitting on the bed to calm herself.
Yang Wei smiled warmly. "It won't happen again, I was just trying to have some fun." He stretched out his arms, then relaxed them behind his neck as a cushion.
Ling Meiyan stared silently at the ground, but soon noticed her bare thighs and cleavage were on full display. Suddenly remembering she was half-naked, her cheeks turned a little red.
Yang Wei knew about her mother and her true origins, secrets only the matriarchs of the sect knew. Yet, he kept his visits private, always reminding her not to tell anyone he came by.
I wonder if he acts that way because he's a bit embarrassed about how much he cares for Matriarch Dragon Sun and me. Maybe he just wants to avoid unnecessary attention or questions.
Considering his recent popularity, frequent visits to us could spark new romantic rumors, and he's probably not ready for that now that he's in a serious relationship. Yes, that's likely it.
Ling Meiyan giggled a little.
Yang Wei rose from the bed and tossed the apple core into a small wooden trashbox. "So, how's Huiran doing now?" he asked calmly.
Looking somewhat melancholy, Ling Meiyan walked over to a section of the room cordoned off by a large white curtain.
"She's here..." Ling Meiyan gently pulled the curtain aside to reveal Ming Huiran.
Yang Wei's expression turned grave as he saw her sitting there.
It seemed none of the treatments from the apothecaries were yielding results. Ming Huiran still appeared severely emaciated, her skin burned and her face marred with wounds.
Yang Wei couldn't help but feel frustrated, especially as he looked at the patches of hair on her head and the lifelessness in her eyes.
He approached Ming Huiran and crouched beside her.
"Huiran..." he murmured softly.
It was all he could manage to say at that moment. Stay connected through empire
"...Mm?" Ming Huiran responded faintly. It was the closest she had come to speaking in days, a slight improvement that gave a glimmer of hope, though she seemed mildly confused, tilting her head as if struggling to see clearly.
Yang Wei swallowed hard and asked solemnly, "Have there been any improvements?" He avoided making eye contact, consumed by silent anguish.
Ling Meiyan wished she could offer a positive response, but there was none.
"I... well, she hasn't gotten any better. Sometimes the apothecaries need to stimulate her neck to help her breathe, and there are occasions when she wets herself if no one remembers to take her to the toilet. She still doesn't recognize anyone, but at least now she can speak a little."
Yang Wei took a shaky deep breath and gazed at Ming Huiran's expressionless face, then gently placed a hand on her cheek.
Ming Huiran attempted to speak, "Ya-, W... Haa, uu..." Her words were disjointed, lacking any sign of intelligence in her eyes or voice.
She seemed utterly lost.
Yang Wei stood up and turned away in silence.
He was heartbroken.
"Will you be alright?" Ling Meiyan asked, watching him as he left.
The young man laughed loudly. "Ha! Of course, why wouldn't I be? She'll be fine when a solution comes up."
He continued to walk away.
However, before he could get far, Ling Meiyan ran up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him affectionately, resting her head against his back while her arms gently caressed his chest. He was much taller than her, and hugging him from behind made this difference quite clear.
Yang Wei stood in silence, savoring the comfort of Ling Meiyan's embrace.
"It'll be fine..." she softly whispered to him.