Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 12.2 - This Avici Hell (2)

For the entire day, she was in a deep sleep.

Then, in the middle of the night, Wen Han's heartbeat suddenly sped up, and she started awake in a flash, gasping heavily. Amidst her panic, someone clasped her hand firmly in the darkness.

This warmth was too familiar to her. It was him.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com instead

The oxygen mask on her face was removed. She opened her mouth slightly. Her throat was so parched it ached somewhat. As if knowing what she in this moment wanted, Cheng Muyun brought his lips against Wen Han's. Icy water slowly slid from his mouth past her lips, the stream passing her throat and flowing downwards.

After a few times of this, he stopped. "Feeling better?"

A furrow formed between Wen Hans' brows. Muddled, she was unable to differentiate whether this was reality or a dream, and her heart throbbing with fear, she gazed into his eyes. In that long stretch of quiet, she slowly found her awareness again. "I... actually am not feeling unwell." Yes, it was true; she was not feeling as bad as what her appearance might make her seem.

Apart from that moment when she had lost consciousness and been unable to breathe and speak, and also, when she woke those few times during the daytime with total numbness in her limbs such that she had been unable to move, she actually had not really felt anything.

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"Is that so?" he answered simply.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

"I don't think I have done anything." Wen Han's voice was scratchy. Having only just awoken, even enunciating each word was laborious. "Why? The issue... was in the mangoes?"

She could not think of any particular thing that could cause her to be like this.

Moreover, because she had not seen Zhuang Yan when she regained consciousness that first time this morning, a deep sense of uneasiness had pervaded in her subconscious the entire time.

"It was the mangoes." He confirmed her speculation.

Wen Han immediately wanted to ask how Zhuang Yan was, but because she was too anxious and hurried, she began coughing violently. Cheng Muyun tossed aside the breathing device on her body that had been confining her and picked her up, putting her on his lap and patting her back. When Wen Han recovered from this, he set her back onto the bed and lifted the pillow up for her to lean back into.

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Only now did Wen Han notice that there were not only herself and Cheng Muyun inside the room. There, in the corner, stood a shadowy figure as well, smoking a cigarette while facing the barred window that was open. She could not tell who it was.

"Xiao Zhuang?" she softly asked.<>Please support the original translation at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

That person who had coughed seemed to choke on his cigarette smoke and began coughing even more severely.

Cheng Muyun did not reply, instead beginning to help her remove that large, loose hospital gown, which drafts of air could slip into. From the corner of the bed, he brought over some clean clothing and began putting it on for her. As he helped her get dressed, he shifted his body slightly to the side, blocking the line of sight from the window.

"Where's Zhuang Yan?" She was growing increasingly apprehensive.

Crouching down slightly, Cheng Muyun stuffed her feet into a pair of sneakers, tying the shoelaces for her in the same way as before, with non-slip knots. "I will bring you to see him."