The Jasmine Scented White Moonlight

Chapter 35 - Searching

"Have you not found Shen Shuyun yet?" Luo Xiao casually sat down next to Ning Wan, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and put it in his mouth, "Not a single piece of news?"

Ning Wan lifted his eyelids to glance at Luo Xiao, silently taking a pink piece of paper from his hair.

Luo Xiao's hand, which was about to open the lighter, paused. He looked at the paper in Ning Wan's hand, chuckling a bit, his smile half awkward and half sweet: "Before I came here, I was helping Miao Miao with her craft homework. Maybe it accidentally got on me."

Saying this, he snapped the lighter shut, put it back in his pocket, and took the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it back into the cigarette case.

Ning Wan was curious: "Why don't you smoke anymore?"

Luo Xiao laughed, his words carrying a bit of pride, "I suddenly remembered that Xiao Han recently doesn't let me smoke. Besides, with a child now, I really shouldn't be smoking all the time. Smoking is addictive; once you start, it's hard to stop."

"You..." Ning Wan's teeth ached, "Qi Zhihan really has a way. How did he manage to train you to be so obedient?"

"You're still laughing at me? If you encountered Shen Shuyun, you'd be like this too!"

Luo Xiao recalled the time Ning Wan called him and asked him to go to his house. Even though he was puzzled, he still went. After ringing the doorbell for about ten minutes, someone finally opened the door. Before Luo Xiao could even complain, a body fell to the ground with a loud thud, making his scalp tingle.

Ning Wan was lying on the ground, his face ashen and unconscious. Luo Xiao was so scared he squatted down and patted his face: "Ning Wan, Ning Wan, what happened to you?"

His fingers touched Ning Wan's cheek, realizing how high his fever was, the scorching heat making him almost think this person had been roasted. Ning Wan lay on the ground, his cracked lips moving, uttering a few words. Luo Xiao leaned in close to hear, almost putting his ear against Ning Wan's mouth before he could understand: "Brother Yun... Brother Yun... Don't leave..."

Luo Xiao sighed, resigned, dragging his childhood friend into the car and taking him to the hospital.

Ning Wan was on an IV drip all night. Since he could still flare up at any time, Luo Xiao stayed in the hospital with him all night. It was only the next morning that Ning Wan finally opened his dim, lifeless eyes.

When he woke up, he stared blankly at the white ceiling for a while, as if it took him some time to realize where he was. He turned his head and saw Luo Xiao dozing in a chair, a trace of disappointment crossed his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Luo Xiao, who had been half-asleep, was instantly jolted awake by these words. He pointed at Ning Wan, his eyebrows almost standing up: "You ungrateful thing, wasn't it you who called me over yesterday and then collapsed in front of me? If I hadn't dragged you to the hospital for an IV, no one would have known if you burned up at home!"

The fragmented memory of yesterday returned to Ning Wan's mind slowly. He said in a slow tone, "I'm the patient, be quiet, my head hurts."

Luo Xiao was choked by his response and glared at Ning Wan. However, with just one look, his anger vanished without a trace—Ning Wan looked so pitiful. He and Ning Wan had been together since childhood, and now, almost thirty years later, Ning Wan always seemed to be spirited and well-dressed. He had never seen Ning Wan in such a miserable state.

"You said you're all right, but why the divorce with Shen Shuyun?" Luo Xiao rubbed his forehead, trying to shake off the heavy fatigue, "You could have gone after Tang Yichuan! Chase after your long-time unrequited love, why are you lying here like this?"