Chapter 15.8 – Bellflower in Full Bloom
Zhou Yun Sheng, who was far away in London, was stunned when he saw the phrase good morning, and then looked at the picture again. Xue Zi Xuan has been obsessed with planting flowers in the past two years and would often post photos of himself watering and weeding the plants on Weibo.
All of the plants in the greenhouse were Chinese bellflowers. Because of this, Zhou Yun Sheng thought that Xue Zi Xuan’s favorite flower was the bellflower, but he did the not expect that the reason was due to this flower language.
In a daze, Zhou Yun Sheng recalled that Xue Zi Xuan had given him a Chinese bellflower on Christmas Eve in the past. The girl selling flowers had said that the bellflower represented desperate love, but it also represented eternal love.
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Desperate and eternal. This kind of love was undoubtedly cruel. It seemed to herald that their feelings were doomed to tragedy from the beginning. But who does not crave happiness? Xue Zi Xuan wanted it, so why would Zhou Yun Sheng not [want happiness]?
Suddenly, Zhou Yun Sheng felt very uncomfortable. He realized that his reflex arc was too long. This pain and regret came two full years late.
He lay down on the bed and covered his head with a quilt. It was hard to breath. He wailed low. Unwittingly, he fell asleep with tears streaming down his cheeks. When he woke up the next day, he felt dizzy, and his body felt limp and painful from head to toe.
“Aw crud, I forgot to take off my clothes when I went to sleep. If I was at home, I would definitely get scolded.” While grumbling, Zhou Yun Sheng rolled out of bed. He found some cold medicine, took it, and then went to lie down on the sofa.
[T/N: I don’t understand how he got a cold from sleeping with his clothes on…]
In the afternoon, he woke up from his drowsiness. He practically did not even have the strength to move his fingers, his forehead was burning hot, and there was a buzzing in his ears.
Zhou Yun Sheng was having a fever. He needed to take medicine and get an injection quickly. But he did not have any antipyretic at home, and he did not have any friends that could take him to the hospital.
His mobile phone was place on the coffee table, but when he reached for it, he could not grab on to it no matter what. Zhou Yun Sheng tried several times, and finally ended up rolling off the sofa. He crawled to the side of the coffee table and finally retrieved the mobile phone.
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By then, he was exhausted and his body was soaked in cold sweat. His fingers kept shaking as he tried to dial a number on the phone. He thought he was dialing the emergency number, but when he heard the deep and sweet voice coming from the other end of the line, he realized that in a daze, he had actually entered in a number that he knew by heart.
The phone call originated from London, England, which was not uncommon for Xue Zi Xuan, but the number was an unfamiliar one. Xue Zi Xuan inquired several times, but only heavy breathing came from the other end of the line.
Gradually, he seemed to realize something. His heart throbbed, and his originally calm tone became choked and urgent: “Is it Xiao Yu? Is it you? Speak. Please, Brother is begging you to say something!”
This humble appeal stabbed at Zhou Yun Sheng’s heart. When people got sick, they would feel particularly vulnerable, especially when they were far away in a foreign country with no one to attend to them. He endured and endured, but finally couldn’t hold back, and said with a low voice: “Brother, it’s me.”
“Xiao Yi, where are you? What’s wrong with you?” Xue Zi Xuan immediately noticed that the boy’s voice was abnormal, and hurriedly got up to dress.
“I’m sick.” As soon as he finished saying this, Zhou Yun Sheng wept endlessly, like a lost child that has found his family member, and he said coquettishly, “I have a fever, but there is no antipyretic at home. I have a headache, my ears are ringing, and I can’t move my limbs. I want to go to the hospital. Brother, can you take me to the hospital?”
His uncaring and strong disguise came crumbling down, revealing the fragility and fond attachment that he had buried deep within his heart. He has been reincarnated for several lifetimes. The only one who gave him warmth and protection, was also the only person who said he loved him, cared for him, and would never hurt him.
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Xue Zi Xuan was overexcited and also worried. He quickly suppressed the split second of ecstasy that he felt. He did not dare to delay. As he opened the closet to look for clothes, he softly coaxed: “Xiao Yi, be good, Brother is coming to your side right away. Tell me your address. You are very ill and you must go to the hospital right away. But even at the fastest, Brother can only get there after nine hours. So I’m going to have someone send you to the hospital first. Do you have the strength to open the door?”
Zhou Yun Sheng gave him his address. Confused and muddleheaded, he said: “I don’t have anymore strength. I miss you, Brother. I want you to hug me and kiss me. I found someone to date. I wanted to start over. But that person is not as good as you. He’s not even half as good as you.”