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Chapter 425 Seriously ill

Wen Jiayue helped Pei Shijing back to her room.

"Sister Yue'er," Pei Shijing said after a long pause, "thank you very much."

Wen Jiayue shook her head: "How are you feeling now?"

Pei Shijing said softly, "It's fine, it's just..."

Before she could speak, tears streamed down her face. In the end, her lips moved a few times, but she still didn't say anything.

She lay on the bed, turned her back, and murmured, "I'm going to sleep."

Wen Jiayue silently covered her with the blankets and sat quietly by the bed for a long time.

Uncle Liang has been gone for ten days. The people Shen Fuhan sent must be on their way.

Where are we now? When will we find her?

Wen Jiayue looked out the window and could vaguely see the outline of mountains, seemingly getting closer and closer to Yunzhou.

Just as noon arrived, Pei Huaijin gave the order to set off.

Wen Jiayue wanted to buy Pei Shijing more time, as she had just woken up and hadn't taken her medicine yet.

Pei Shijing shook her head: "It's no use, he won't listen. Sister Yue'er, don't anger him because of me."

Whether she had figured things out or had completely given up, she stopped calling him "brother" altogether.

Pei Shijing slowly returned to the carriage.

Wen Jiayue placed a soft cushion behind her lower back to make her more comfortable.

Pei Huaijin stared silently for a long while before asking, "Yue'er, you've slapped my face so hard it's swollen, and you're not even willing to show me any concern?"

Wen Jiayue glanced at the red and swollen marks on his face; her finger marks were still clearly visible.

She ignored his words and looked down at her hands.

Unfortunately, she wasn't strong enough and didn't hit hard enough; she should have smashed it to pieces.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Pei Huaijin didn't want to make things awkward and put an ice pack on his face.

"Since I returned to Beijing, I haven't had a chance to visit your parents. I wonder how they are doing?"

Wen Jiayue didn't know why he brought this up, so she replied perfunctorily, "It's fine."

Do you miss them?

“I don’t want to,” Wen Jiayue emphasized. “I only miss Zhaozhao. There are still five days left. Will Uncle Liang be able to come back?”

Pei Huaijin did not answer, but said instead, "It seems that your relationship with your parents is not very good."

Wen Jiayue was even more puzzled by what he said and chose to remain silent.

“You used to rely on them a lot, but after you got married, you still go back to them five or six times a year.”

Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Why are you investigating this?"

“I just feel that A-Yue has changed a lot,” Pei Huaijin said gently, “It seems to have started since you gave birth to Zhaozhao.”

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat. This was the time of her rebirth, and her changes naturally occurred after her rebirth. Why did Pei Huaijin deliberately bring this up?

“Moon, I’ve changed too,” Pei Huaijin sighed softly. “I used to be afraid to see you, afraid that I would lose control and take you away, ruining our grand plan.”

Wen Jiayue clenched her fingers. For some reason, she always felt that when he said "before," he meant his previous life.

Could it be that Pei Huaijin has also been reborn?

The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. She had never met Pei Huaijin in her previous life, but inexplicably met him in this life.

Besides Pei Huaijin knowing everything just like her, which is why he took the initiative to show up, what other reason could there be?

“When I said I would give up everything for you, I wasn’t just saying it,” Pei Huaijin said, emphasizing each word. “You should understand what price I paid for you.”

He had long suspected that Wen Jiayue had been reborn, and he was just testing her now.

Her reaction was enough to prove that she knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Moon, the facts prove that we are the most compatible,” Pei Huaijin sighed softly. “We have both been given a second chance at life, and even the heavens want us to be together.”

Wen Jiayue turned her face away: "I don't understand what you're saying."

Even if Pei Huaijin were reborn, she wouldn't care.

Taking her away in this way, and then trying to move her with emotions and reason, thinking that you can touch her heart, will only make her feel disgusted.

She only cares about herself, about Zhao Zhao, about... Shen Fuhan.

Pei Huaijin said gently, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you know my feelings for you."

Wen Jiayue forced a smile, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing that she seemed to be deep in thought, Pei Huaijin didn't say anything more.

He wasn't in a hurry. He and A-Yue had a lifetime ahead of them, and he would eventually wait until the day she opened her heart.

Unexpectedly, five days later, his wish was not fulfilled.

Just as they were about to set off in the early morning, a guard came over in a hurry and said a few words to Pei Huaijin.

He immediately tensed up, instructed the guards to keep a close watch on Wen Jiayue, and then strode out.

Wen Jiayue's heart raced. Had Shen Fuhan's men caught up with them so quickly?

The journey was long and there were so many forks in the road; she thought it would take some more time.

Wen Jiayue was overwhelmed with emotion, but dared not show it. She walked around the room twice to calm herself down.

Pei Shijing, who was fast asleep, suddenly let out a muffled cough.

Perhaps due to insufficient rest and delayed medication, Pei Shijing's illness has not improved.

Moreover, he has become more ill in the past two days, coughing constantly in the early morning and evening, sometimes for half the night.

Wen Jiayue was about to step forward and touch her forehead when her gaze paused. Why was there blood on the soft pillow?

She asked anxiously, "Xiao Jing, why are you coughing up blood?"

Pei Shijing was already in a daze, muttering unintelligible words.

Wen Jiayue hurriedly wiped her mouth clean, and the door was pushed open the next moment.

Pei Huaijin said solemnly, "Yue'er, we should go."

"But Xiao Jing, she..."

Pei Huaijin glanced at Pei Shijing, then looked at the bloodstains on Wen Jiayue's handkerchief.

He said calmly, "We can't bring her along."

I've been sick for so long and haven't gotten better. I've been coughing for the past two days, and today I even coughed up blood. I'm afraid this disease has turned into tuberculosis.

There's no cure for tuberculosis; he's going to die anyway, so he might as well die a worthy death and not be a burden to him and Yue'er.

As he spoke, he grabbed Wen Jiayue's wrist, intending to take her away.

Wen Jiayue gripped the doorframe tightly and asked, word by word, "If you can abandon Xiao Jing today, will you abandon me tomorrow?"

Pei Huaijin paused for a moment, then said, "Of course not..."

“Then take her with you,” Wen Jiayue met his gaze without fear, “otherwise I won’t believe you.”