Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Chapter 1187 The Love of My Life

Huo Ci rushed forward and called out anxiously, “Second Brother.”

“Don’t bother about me,” Yan Yuanfei said with difficulty. Because of the stiffness of his muscles and bones, his body was in a weird posture. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the woman on the ground. “Check what happened to her.”

Ling Sheng had already run over. Just as she was about to help Wen Ruoshui, Song Yiyan stepped forward and carried her to the bed. From head to toe, Yan Yuanfei’s eyes were the only thing that could still move normally. Looking at the woman in Song Yiyan’s arms, his heart ached so much that he felt suffocated.

Why was she so thin and light? Even a weak girl could easily carry her.

Song Yiyan checked Wen Ruoshui’s pulse and looked at the nervous crowd. She said in a low voice, “It’s nothing serious. She was just too depressed and passed out.”

Yan Yuanfei felt that even breathing was painful. It was as if every breath he took were sharp knives that pierced straight into his heart. He stared unblinkingly at the woman’s pale and thin face. He had never dreamed that they would meet again in this lifetime. He had never dared to hope to see her, he only wished that she could live well!

After Song Yiyan finished examining Wen Ruoshui, she took Yan Yuanfei’s pulse. Her expression was unprecedentedly grave. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn’t say anything.

“If you have any questions, say it in front of me.” Yan Yuanfei’s voice was very soft, as if it was floating out of his body.

Song Yiyan looked at Huo Ci and the rest, she did not dare to speak without asking for permission. The big shots in front of her made her feel a little scared.

Rong Yin nodded for her to speak.

Song Yiyan calmed herself down and looked at them seriously. “Second Uncle’s condition is critical. I can try to change his fate, but I have to do it within two days. His body might not be able to take it.”

Originally, she could have waited for him to recuperate until his body was better before doing it. The success rate would have been much higher. However, after that bastard trash fish tortured his body, his already weak and tattered body became even worse.

With his current physical condition, he could no longer hold on. His life force was disappearing and in less than a week, he would die.

“Okay.” Yan Yuanfei nodded and looked at Song Yiyan. His gaze was gentle and comforting. “Thank you.”

Song Yiyan had always thought of herself as someone with a heart of stone. She had seen many life-and-death situations, but looking at the man in front of her, her nose felt sour. She shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s no trouble.”

“Miss Song.” Yan Yuanfei glanced at the thin woman lying beside him from the corner of his eye and asked, “Is there any way for me to recover temporarily?”

He really wanted to touch and hug her, but with this ruined body right now, even the most basic movements were just wishful thinking.

Song Yiyan was able to help him regain his mobility temporarily, but it wouldn’t last long. She couldn’t use too much force, and he cannot move around too vigorously. It wouldn’t be a problem for him to move around in a small area.

Everyone left the bedroom quietly. Song Yiyan was the last to leave. As she left, she glanced at the couple on the bed and sighed deeply before closing the door.

Yan Yuanfei propped himself up and looked at the woman lying beside him quietly. The expression in his eyes was gentle, affectionate and loving.

How long had it been since he could look at her like that?

How long had it been since he had the chance to feel her warmth and breath beside him?

Every time he woke up from the pain in the middle of the night, there was no one beside him. His heart was so empty that it felt surreal.

In her unconscious state, she was not sleeping well. Her brows were tightly furrowed and she was sobbing in her dream. He gradually regained some control of his body. He lifted his arm with difficulty and moved towards her bit by bit. Looking at her face right in front of him, his hand trembled several times as he tried to touch her, but he did not dare to.

In the end, he still could not overcome the longing in his heart. If possible, he really wanted to hold her in his arms and hug her tightly, never letting go again.

His skinny fingers inched closer. When they finally touched her face, his body stiffened for a moment and his blood started to feel warm.

Wen Ruoshui woke up. When he moved, she had already woken up. She did not dare to open her eyes, even though this man was the love of her life!

She clearly knew that he was the one at fault and had many questions to ask him, but when she saw him with her own eyes, she became the one without any courage.

The man’s breathing was very shallow, as if he was afraid of waking her up. He was trying his best to control his pain and suffering.

The man’s large hands tried to approach her several times, wanting to touch her, but he stopped. When those large hands that were as rough as dried tree bark touched her skin, her heart throbbed and trembled.

She did not dare to think about how he had survived all these years. How did he become like this? How did he become someone she could not bear to scold, blame, or question?

She used to think that Heaven was the one who was unfair to her, but now she knew that he was the one who was unfair to her!

What right did he have to hide from her? He could announce his death to the world, but he should not hide it from her!

The moment Yan Yuanfei’s trembling hand touched her, he could clearly see the woman’s quivering eyelashes. He knew that she had already woken up. His throat felt sore and uncomfortable, and there was a fishy smell spreading out.

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He looked at her. His eyes were red and his heart was a mess. His voice sounded hoarse and broken as if he had been crushed by gravity. “I’m sorry.”

He clearly knew that these words were too light compared to the pain and suffering she had gone through all these years. However, other than these words, he could not offer anything else.

Wen Ruoshui did not open her eyes, but tried to deceive herself. As long as she did not open her eyes and did not see him, she was still not woken up. Only in her dreams could she cry without restraint, venting the pain and despair that was suppressed in her heart.

Yan Yuanfei moved closer and swallowed the painful moan that was about to overflow from his throat. His thin and long arm held the back of her head and pulled her small body into his embrace. He rested his thin chin on the top of her head and a line of clear tears flowed down her face, but she could not say a word.