Wei Lan was afraid of tiring out Luo Wei again, he wanted Luo Wei to rest, but he was also very afraid of Luo Wei falling asleep, of Luo Wei not waking up again. Other than when the Luo family came to visit, Wei Lan would stay within the room, guarding Luo Wei, refusing to leave even a single step.
Luo Wei drew a portrait of Ku Liu for Wei Lan, asking whether or not Wei Lan had killed this man.
Wei Lan looked at the portrait carefully, then shook his head because he’d never seen this man before.
Luo Wei trusted Wei Lan’s memory, so he believed in the fact that Ku Liu did not die.
On the day after, Ku Liu’s portrait arrived at Qi Lin Villa, and thus a kill order was issued from Qi Lin Villa to the rest of the world, chasing after this man named Ku Liu.
Luo Wei got better little by little, and was finally able to eat again, only that he still disliked anything too fatty and rich.
Emperor Xing Wu sent someone to check on Luo Wei everyday, and sent him many supplements and health products. If it weren’t for the fact that it was inappropriate in terms of protocol, he really wanted Luo Wei to recover within the walls of the palace instead. That way, he could pay some more attention to this son to whom he owed such a large debt.
Luo Zhi Qiu, Bo Hua, Luo Ze, Xu Yun Miao, even his little three year old nephew, Luo You, all listened to Luo Wei’s wishes and requests, all afraid to offend him even a little.
Luo Wei smiled in return at all the care he’d received. He didn’t want the family to be worried about him. This life, he was dedicated to taking care of them, but his heart was still somehow frozen closed. He started to really fear the snow. No matter if it was the last life or this one, the snow was the backdrop to all of his nightmares.
“Young master!” Xiao Xiao raced to Luo Wei’s beside, “Look!”
Luo Wei saw the little snowball inside Xiao Xiao’s hands, his expression flattened for a moment before he responded, “Has it snowed outside?”
“Yeah,” Xiao Xiao didn’t notice the change in Luo Wei’s expression, stating happily, “It snowed a lot, there’s even a bunch of snowman in the estate!”
Luo Wei smiled, “Then why don’t you make a snowman in our courtyard too?”
“Roger that!” Xiao Xiao accepted his command gratefully and rushed outside.
Half a year passed by in the blink of an eye. Luo Wei’s health improved and relapsed, still unable to get completely better.
When the night fell, the snow got heavier and heavier, Luo Wei could hear the rustling static of snow falling from where he laid in bed.
“Young master, are you cold?” Wei Lan noticed Luo Wei curling up under the covers, shivering.
Luo Wei shook his head, and told Wei Lan to go sleep on the other bed in the room.
A warm hand pressed over Luo Wei’s forehead. Wei Lan’s face was magnified in Luo Wei’s eyes, full of worry and concern, “Is the young master feeling feverish again?”
“I’m fine, go sleep,” Luo Wei tried to rush Wei Lan to rest.
Around midnight, Wei Lan was awoken by Luo Wei’s sleep talking.
“Young master, young master!” Wei Lan patted Luo Wei gently, his young master was still caught in the throes of the nightmare, “Young master, wake up!”
Luo Wei opened his eyes wide, staring at Wei Lan with shock and surprise.
“Young master?” Wei Lan asked, “Have you had another nightmare?”
Luo Wei closed his eyes again, trying to catch his breath.
“Young master,” Wei Lan said to Luo Wei, “Did you remember that whole thing again? Don’t think about it, no one will know it happened.”
Luo Wei’s brows furrowed lightly, “Lie down with me for a bit.”
Wei Lan didn’t move, how could he presume to lie down on Luo Wei’s bed?
Luo Wei waited for a while, but seeing no reaction from Wei Lan, he laughed, “What, do you think I’m too dirty?”
Wei Lan quickly got down beside Luo Wei, holding him tight.
Luo Wei didn’t say anything for a long while.
Wei Lan called out to him, “Young master?”
Luo Wei turned around, burying his face in Wei Lan’s chest.
“Young master?” Wei Lan reflexively put his arms around Luo Wei, but all he could heart was the quiet, muffled crying from Luo Wei. Wei Lan could only hold him tight, not daring to let go for even a moment.
Luo Wei let loose against Wei Lan’s chest, sobbing. Long Xuan actually loved him, the reason behind utterly destroying him was Long Xuan’s love! Luo Wei didn’t know what he could do, his feelings intersected and mixed into one another, but all he could discern in the end was a tragic sadness. The sadness was like a hole in his heart, growing ever larger, but nothing and no one had tried to fill it. He wanted to protect this family in this lifetime, and it seemed right now that he was doing fine, but a too-deep sense of shame and self hatred stopped Luo Wei from fully immersing himself into the everyday life of the family. Wei Lan’s arms were so warm, making Luo Wei unable to let go. Wei Lan was like a piece of wood drifting above the water’s surface, and Luo Wei was a drowning man.
“Young master,” Wei Lan patted Luo Wei’s back gently, “I will never leave your side, not even a step, that way no one will ever be able to hurt you again. Unless I die, no one will…”
Luo Wei kissed Wei Lan fully on the lips. In the last life, he had nowhere to cry to even if he wanted to, but in this life, he had Wei Lan.
Wei Lan didn’t know why he didn’t push Luo Wei away, and instead opened his mouth, licking his tongue into Luo Wei’s lips.
In the twisting and turning halls and galleries outside, a winter plum has quietly blossomed in the snow.
When the first wave of pain came, Luo Wei bit down on Wei LAN’s shoulder. Pleasure was always mixed with pain. The two of them were both scarred and wounded all over, but together, they have given each other all their vulnerabilities without holding back. Luo Wei moaned quietly. He only now realized why people said that this was a kind of love and enjoyment. Wei Lan sunk deep in Luo Wei’s warmth and tightness, as if he’d found a treasure he’d been seeking for all his life. If this was a dream, then he would be happy to never wake up ever again.
“You’ll never leave me?” Luo Wei asked Wei Lan, shaking.
“Never, never ever.” Wei Lan whispered under his breath.
The two of them reached their climaxes together.
In the candlelight, Wei Lan saw Luo Wei’s lower body stained with red and white.
“Don’t look,” Luo Wei’s face flushed, pulling the covers over himself to hide his body.
Wei Lan mumbled, “I think you’re hurt.”
Luo Wei smiled in a way that both felt like and not like smiling, “Aren’t you supposed to bleed a little the first time? Is Master Wei not happy with this?”
“You!” Wei Lan was short of words at the best of times, and right now, he had no idea what else to say, only leaning down to kiss Luo Wei again.
“No,” Luo Wei turned his head away.
“Really?” Wei Lan stopped to ask Luo Wei.
Luo Wei opened his legs silently, but he was not looking at Wei Lan. His heart felt empty, as if he needed something to fill him up. Luo Wei couldn’t tell what he felt for Wei Lan exactly, but he knew that he didn’t mind Wei Lan’s love for him. Perhaps this life, Wei Lan won’t push him away, and would stay with him forever.
When he entered Luo Wei again, Wei Lan’s actions were wilder than before. Watching Luo Wei writhe in pleasure under him, listening to his half pained and half pleasured moans, Wei Lan felt himself overcome with a sense of desire and domination. This beautiful youth was his and his alone, and he won’t let him go for the rest of his life!
Slowly, Luo Wei lost control as well, yelling a mess, “No, Lan, Lan, slow down, slow down, I can’t, slow down, ah…”
“Young master!” When Wei Lan came deep inside Luo Wei again, he cried out quietly, “Wei!”
Dawn was approaching. The snow has stopped. The two exhausted men fell asleep in each other’s embrace.
Wei Lan woke early in the morning even after a night of wild passion. He looked at Luo Wei next to him, still deep in sleep. Wei Lan dressed, drew a bath, and picked up Luo Wei to bathe him. Luo Wei didn’t wake at all.