AWB Chapter 249 [Empire] I’m already looking forward to it.
Chapter 249 [Empire] I’m already looking forward to it.
We slept together once again. The only sound in the room was the silence of the night and his soft sobs, like the wind blowing through the curtains. Wen Ya curled up on the other side of the bed, her back to me, like a solitary feather, helpless and fragile.
Unlike those nights before, this time he wasn't coaxing a child to sleep, no longer whispering softly to soothe me into sleep. He had become like a child.
His hands unconsciously clutched the corners of the quilt, as if seeking support, yet also as if resisting any approach. I stared at his back, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and pulling him into my arms. He trembled slightly, then leaned in close, like a wounded animal seeking shelter. His head gently buried in the crook of my shoulder, his breaths still punctuated by sobs, barely audible.
"Go to sleep, Wen Ya." I whispered, trying to make my tone sound calm.
He didn't answer, only leaning closer to me. At that moment, I clearly felt the coldness of his body, like a biting wind in the depths of winter. But at the same time, I also felt his dependence.
Like a snowflake tentatively landing in the wind. He is no longer the same as before. Now he is so fragile that I dare not say a word, afraid that a single word will shatter him.
I listened to his breathing becoming even, and felt his body slowly relaxing from exhaustion, but I still couldn't close my eyes.
He smelled slightly of alcohol, faintly mingled with the chill of the night, making me frown slightly. It was faint, but enough for me to notice.
I've never seen him drinking, and even in my memory, Wen Ya was always restrained and sober. His heart is thick, but he is firm and steadfast enough.
But at this moment, his breath carried a hint of bitter wine, revealing an unfamiliar sense of powerlessness.
He wouldn't talk, and I had no way of knowing what had happened. Whether I asked softly or paused, waiting for his response, he remained silent, like a wounded animal, defending itself with silence. His eyes were half-lidded, his expression weary, as if he didn't want to say even a single word.
He closed his eyes and buried his face in my shoulder, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.
I gently hugged him, feeling his slightly cool warmth creeping closer, but for some reason, I suddenly had the inexplicable thought of making fun of him tomorrow morning. He had always been calm and gentle, like a flawless painting, the ageless figure within it. But now, that painting had finally wrinkled, and even stank of alcohol.
Maybe I was too tired, and my thoughts wandered to the point where I began to imagine what would happen tomorrow morning.
I actually found it funny to think that when he woke up he might be embarrassed by his drunken state, or even pretend nothing happened.
Thinking of this, I actually felt a little relieved.
Wen Ya was always so calm that it made people feel distressed, as if he carried everything but never wanted to show it. But at this moment, he was just like an ordinary guy, feeling lost, weak, and on a cold night, hiding his fatigue with the smell of alcohol.
My arms tightened around him a little, I sighed, and whispered, "Don't stay in bed tomorrow morning."
I let out a soft breath, not sure if it was a sense of relief or frustration at my own desire to wait and see what was to come. Anyway, at this moment, I was already looking forward to it.