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Chapter 136 Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Six
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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Six
Jiang Yuan Bai opened his eyes.
The instrument by the bed suddenly began to buzz, and it rang disorderly throughout the room. Mo Yi watched the dark green screen with several colorful broken lines violently fluctuating up and down--
The sound of dripping penetrated the wall, and there was a knock on the door outside the door, Jiang Yuanrou's anxious voice came through the door panel dullly:
"What happened?"
Mo Yi looked at Jiang Yuanbai, who was slowly sitting up, and couldn't help but wonder what to do.
He paused, then cleared his throat, raised his voice and shouted, "It's okay...you can come in."
Just hearing a squeak, the door was pushed open urgently, Jiang Yuan Rou walked quickly into the room at the fastest speed——
Amid the chaotic sound of the instrument and the dripping sound, Jiang Yuan Bai followed the sound and turned his head to look at the door, just in time to meet Jiang Yuanrou's gaze.
His face was pale with no blood, and there was no emotion in his swarthy eyes. The corners of his often smiling lips were straightened, staring at Jiang Yuan Rou blankly.
-Alive and sober.
Tears burst into Jiang Yuanrou's eyes, and she rolled down her cheeks, dazzling her makeup.
She leaped forward and threw herself on the bed, and then tightly hugged Jiang Yuanbai, who was sitting upright on the bed.
Jiang Yuanrou's arms around his shoulders trembled, with the joy of recovering from the loss, and her slender back was slightly bent due to the depressed choking.
Jiang Yuanbai's hands were hanging on his side, without any tendency to move.
Mo Yishen held Wen Chen, who was slightly unstable, and took him to the chair aside to help him sit down, but Yu Guang never left the two siblings who were embracing on the bed.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips could not help but pursed.
Jiang Yuan Rou was still immersed in joy. She lifted her head from Jiang Yuanbai's shoulders, and then concealedly wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, her lips with a smile that could not be concealed.
She turned her head and looked at Mo Yi and Wen Chen with tearful eyes. The tears on his face had been wiped away. He said incoherently:
"I...no, don't know...thanks, really...thanks..."
Mo Yi looked over Jiang Yuanrou's shoulders and looked behind her. Jiang Yuan Bai lowered his head slightly, and his slightly longer bangs drooped. The deep shadow blocked his eyes, only the lower half of his face was exposed. The pale face and the slightly thin chin.
He subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuan Rou again.
There was an unconcealable smile on her face, the whole face seemed to be radiant, and she reached out and pressed a button on the small table next to From one.
Less than two minutes later, a group of people in white coats walked into the room hurriedly and came to cool down beside Jiang Yuanbai.
Jiang Yuan Rou stood up from the bed, stepped back slowly, gave the doctors room, watching the group of people swarming around the bed, and methodically picked up different instruments to Jiang Yuan Bai , Blocked the water blocking his side.
She took a deep look at Jiang Yuan Bai who was surrounded, then turned and walked to Mo Yi's side.
Jiang Yuanrou's mood has stabilized, and the wetness on her face has been wiped away. If it were not for the reddish corners of her eyes, no one could even tell that she had cried excitedly.
She exhaled slowly and bowed deeply to the two of them:
"I really don't know how to thank you."
Mo Yi was startled. Before he could say anything, Jiang Yuan Rou straightened up and continued:
"Regarding the conditions we discussed before... I now feel that it is too unfair to you. Please promise me and accept my initial offer."
Mo Yi shook his head and showed a small smile: "No need."
Jiang Yuan Rou was taken aback, and she didn't seem to expect that he would refuse again. She took a step forward: "But, I insist—"
The expression on Mo Yi's face was faint, and he said unmovedly: "It is already a decision, so there is no need to change it."
Jiang Yuan Rou seemed to still want to refute, but seeing Mo Yiyun's calm eyes confirmed that he had made up his mind, so she compromised: "...okay."
She said, "Then stay and eat 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 his eyes were drooping, as if thinking about something, his face was abnormally pale.
He thought for a while, and finally shook his head: "Next time, my friend doesn't seem to be doing very well now."
Jiang Yuan Rou glanced at Wen Chen and sighed, "Then at least let my driver send you off."
Mo Yi refused, so he nodded slowly.
The high-end sedan drove gently and silently, softly barely feeling the roar of the engine and the unevenness of the road. A baffle was installed between the driver and the seat behind to strictly isolate the sound and shadow.
The wide rear seats of the car are closed and quiet, the leather seats are shining softly under the light, and the unknown fresh fragrance is mixed with a touch of leather. After the windows are rolled up, the entire space seems to be isolated from the world. Same outside.
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, frowning slightly: "How are you feeling now?"
Wen Chen turned his head and looked at Mo Yi, his light-colored eyes showed a dark gray in the car with insufficient light. He subconsciously wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Yi:
Only See Mo Yi narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and said slowly:
"Tell the truth."
Wen Chen choked, obediently shut his mouth, after a few seconds of serious thinking, he replied:
"It feels...not great?"
He raised his eyes and stared at Mo Yi's face tightly, and quickly remedied: "But, I'm used to it, so..."
Wen Chen's voice suddenly lightened:
"Don't care."
Mo Yi's brows frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose-he admitted that he was incomplete this time.
After seeing Wen Chen awakening Jiang Yuanbai's face instantly pale, Mo Yi realized that although he was not in the copy now, Wen Chen would still pay for his actions.
He furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips subconsciously: "You said that you would be completely honest with me, right?"
Wen Chen nodded, staring at him with light-colored eyes, and slowly said, "Yes."
Mo Yi looked back at him, his dark eyes were dark and cold, and he couldn't see any mood swings:
"So, I hope that next time you make a decision, you can tell me the consequences in advance."
Wen Chen watched Mo Yi's eyes flashing:
"...Are you worried about me?"
Mo Yi was stunned, subconsciously averted his eyes, and replied:
"No."
Wen Chen's light-colored eyes glowed with 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 have known each other for so long now, at least I can be considered a friend, if you want to ask me if I am worried about you-yes, of course, after all, we are friends."
The upward arc of Wen Chen's mouth is almost hard to conceal: "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 now... Talking to Wen Chen is not only not euphemistic, not metaphorical, but also not suggestive.
——The way he grasps the key points is so strange!
Mo Yi exhaled slowly, and then changed to a safer topic:
"Even though Jiang Yuan Bai is awake now, he is in a strange state. Do you know why?"
His brows were frowning tightly, and he subconsciously recalled the last glance when he left Jiang Yuanbai's room just now-he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covered his eyes without focus, his face was pale and cold.
Wen Chen nodded and shook his head again. He organized the language and explained:
"It is very difficult for a player contaminated by the game to return to normal. It will cause indelible damage to the human psychology. I can only wake him up, but cannot heal him, and..."
Wen Chen paused, and his eyes dropped slightly: "Also, I don't know how much he remembers."
Mo Yi's eyes became serious: "You continue."
Wen Chen thought for a while, and continued: "Humans have a corresponding stress response to such unaffordable memories and feelings. Their brains will automatically throw this memory deep into their consciousness. Jiang Yuan Bai is unwilling to wake up. It is also such a stress response."
The changing light outside the window flashed on his contoured side face, casting deep shadows.
Mo Yiro stared thoughtfully out the window and asked:
"So, after he wakes up now, is it possible to remember everything that happened in the copy?"
Wen Chen lowered his eyes:
"His brain must remember, but what he said... depends on whether he wants to remember."
There seemed to be a heavy traffic ahead, and the brakes shook the car.
Wen Chen's figure also shook slightly, and there was an inaudible muffled hum from his throat.
Mo Yi frowned and reached out to support him: "Are you really all right?"
Wen Chen raised his eyes to look at him, and the line of lips was slightly raised: "You will be fine if you kiss me."
Mo Yi: "..."
He retracted his hand and said coldly: "Oh, then you are all right."
Wen Chen leaned forward quickly and leaned forward before Mo Yi sat back, rubbing his lips with cold and soft lips, then quickly returned to the previous position, and said with a serious face:
"Yes, it's all right."