Jiang Yuanbai opened his eyes.
The instrument next to the bed suddenly started buzzing, and it sounded disorderly throughout the room. Mo Yi watched several colored broken lines fluctuate violently on the dark green screen—
The sound of drips penetrated the wall, there was a knock on the door, and Jiang Yuanrou's anxious voice came through the door:
"What happened?"
Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanbai who was slowly sitting up, feeling a little unsure of what to do.
He paused, then cleared his throat, and raised his voice, "It's okay...you can come in."
With a creak, the door was pushed open urgently, and Jiang Yuanrou walked into the room at the fastest speed—
Amidst the chaotic sounds of instruments and beeps, Jiang Yuanbai followed the sound and turned to look at the door, just in time to meet Jiang Yuanrou's gaze.
His face was pale and bloodless, his swarthy eyes showed no emotion, and the corners of his lips that often smiled were straightened, staring at Jiang Yuanrou expressionlessly.
—alive, awake.
Tears welled up in Jiang Yuanrou's eyes, rolling down her cheeks, staining her makeup.
She strode up, threw herself onto the bed, and then tightly hugged Jiang Yuanbai who was sitting up straight on the bed.
Jiang Yuanrou's arms around his shoulders trembled, with the joy of regaining what had been lost, and her slender back was slightly bent due to the suppressed choking.
Jiang Yuanbai's hands were hanging by his sides, without any tendency to move.
Mo Yi stretched out his hand to support Wen Chen, who was a little unsteady, and took him to the side seat to help him sit down, but Yu Guang never left the two brothers and sisters who were hugging each other on the bed.
His brows were slightly wrinkled, and the corners of his lips could not help but purse.
Jiang Yuanrou was still immersed in joy, she raised her head from Jiang Yuanbai's shoulder socket, and then concealedly wiped away the tears on her cheek with the back of her hand, with an unconcealable smile on her lips.
She turned her head and looked at Mo Yi and Wen Chen with teary eyes, all the tears on her face had been wiped away, and he said incoherently:
"I... no, don't know... thank you, really... thank you..."
Mo Yi looked over Jiang Yuanrou's shoulders and looked behind her. Jiang Yuanbai lowered his head slightly, his slightly longer bangs drooped down, and the deep shadows blocked his eyes, only the lower half of his face was exposed. Expressive pale face and slightly thin chin.
He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuanrou again.
There was an unconcealable smile on her face, and her whole face seemed to be radiant, and she reached out and pressed a button on the small table beside her.
Less than two minutes later, a group of people in white coats huffed into the room, cooling down beside Jiang Yuanbai.
Jiang Yuanrou stood up from the bed, took a few steps back slowly, and made room for the doctors, watching the group of people swarming around the bed, methodically picking up different instruments and pulling them on Jiang Yuanbai's body , blocked the water around him.
She took a deep look at Jiang Yuanbai who was surrounded, then turned around and walked to Mo Yi's side.
Jiang Yuanrou's mood has stabilized, and the wetness on her face has been wiped off. If it weren't for the reddish corners of her eyes, no one would even be able to tell that she had cried excitedly.
She exhaled slowly and bowed deeply to the two:
"I really don't know how to thank you all."
Mo Yi was startled, before he could say anything, Jiang Yuanrou straightened up and continued:
"About the conditions we discussed before... I feel that it is too unfair to you now. Please promise me and accept my initial offer."
Mo Yi shook his head, showing a faint smile: "No need."
Jiang Yuanrou was taken aback, as if she didn't expect him to refuse again, she took a step forward: "But, I insist—"
The expression on Mo Yi's face was indifferent, and he said unmoved: "It's already been decided, so there's no need to change it."
Jiang Yuanrou seemed to want to refute, but seeing Mo Yiyun's calm eyes, he confirmed that he had made up his mind, so he compromised: "...Okay."
She said: "Then stay and have dinner with us at noon today, after all Yuan Bai finally woke up..."
Mo Yi lowered his head and glanced at Wen Chen, only to see that he lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, and his face was abnormally pale.
He thought about it, and finally shook his head: "Next time, my friend doesn't seem to be in a very good condition now."
Jiang Yuanrou glanced at Wen Chen and sighed: "Then at least let my driver take you off."
Mo Yi couldn't refuse anymore, so he nodded slowly.
The high-end car runs slowly and silently, and the roar of the engine and the unevenness of the road surface are almost unheard of softly. A baffle is installed between the driver and the rear seat to strictly isolate the sound from the shadow.
The wide rear seat is closed and quiet, the leather seat is shining softly under the light, the unknown fresh fragrance is mixed with the faint smell of leather, after the window is rolled up, the whole space seems to be isolated from the world outside the same.
The vehicles drove evenly, and the scenery outside the window changed rapidly.
Mo Yi turned to look at Wen Chen who was sitting next to him, and frowned slightly: "How do you feel now?"
Wen Chen turned his head to look at Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes showed a slightly dark gray in the dimly lit compartment, he subconsciously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Yi:
Mo Yi narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and said slowly:
"Tell the truth."
Wen Chen choked when he was blocked, shut his mouth obediently, and after a few seconds of serious thinking, he opened his mouth and replied:
"It doesn't feel... good?"
He raised his eyes and stared closely at Mo Yi's face, and said quickly, "But, I'm used to it, so..."
Wen Chen's voice suddenly softened:
"Don't worry about it."
Mo Yi frowned slightly, and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose—he admitted that he didn't think well this time.
After seeing Wen Chen's pale face after waking Jiang Yuanbai up, Mo Yi realized that even though he was not in the dungeon now, Wen Chen would still pay the price for his actions.
He frowned, and subconsciously pursed his lips: "You said that you would be completely honest with me, didn't you?"
Wen Chen nodded, staring at him with light-colored eyes, and said slowly: "Yes."
Mo Yi looked back at him, his dark eyes were gloomy and slightly cold, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations:
"So, I hope that next time you make a decision, you can tell me the consequences in advance."
Wen Chen stared at Mo Yi with a flash of light in his eyes:
"... Are you worried about me?"
Mo Yi was stunned, subconsciously moved his eyes away, and replied:
"No."
Wen Chen's light-colored eyes had a metallic texture in the dim car, staring at him closely, he asked in a low voice:
"Then... are you worried about me?"
Mo Yi sighed slowly, turned to look at him, and said seriously:
"I've known each other for so long now, at least I can be regarded as friends. If you want to ask me if I am worried about you-yes, of course, we are friends after all."
The upward arc of Wen Chen's mouth could hardly be concealed: "You said you were worried about me."
Mo Yi: "..."
... So he didn't hear the "friend" he emphasized twice just now
Mo Yi took a deep breath and closed his eyes forcefully.
He knows it now... not only can't be euphemistic or metaphorical when talking to Wen Chen, but also can't imply.
—The way he grasps the point is so weird!
Mo Yi let out a breath slowly, and then changed to a safer topic:
"Although Jiang Yuanbai is awake now, his state is very strange. Do you know why?"
He frowned tightly, and subconsciously recalled the last glance when he left Jiang Yuanbai's room just now—his eyes were lowered, his long eyelashes covered his unfocused eyes, his face was pale and cold.
Wen Chen nodded, then shook his head again. He organized his language and explained:
"It is very difficult for a player polluted by the game to return to normal. It will cause indelible damage to human psychology. I can only wake him up, but not heal him, and..."
Wen Chen paused, his eyes lowered slightly: "Besides, I don't know how much he remembers."
Mo Yi's eyes became serious: "You continue."
Wen Chen thought for a while, and continued: "Human beings have a corresponding stress response to such unbearable memories and feelings, and their brains will automatically throw this memory into the depths of consciousness. Jiang Yuanbai does not want to wake up. It’s such a stress response.”
The changing light outside the window flashed across his chiseled profile, casting deep shadows.
Mo Yi stared out the window thoughtfully, and asked:
"So, after he wakes up now, is it possible to remember everything that happened in the dungeon?"
Wen Chen lowered his eyes:
"His brain must remember, but his own words... depends on whether he is willing to remember."
There seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, and the brakes made the car shake.
Wen Chen's figure also swayed slightly, and an inaudible murmur escaped from his throat.
Mo Yi frowned, and reached out to support him: "Are you really okay?"
Wen Chen raised his eyes and looked at him, the line of his lips slightly raised: "You will be fine once you kiss me."
Mo Yi: "..."
He withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "Oh, then you are fine."
Wen Chen leaned forward quickly, leaned forward before Mo Yi sat back, brushed his cold and soft lips against his lips, then quickly retreated to the previous position, and said with a serious face:
"Yes, it's all right."