Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1066: Last Time You Said You Liked Me, Did You Mean It?
"Yes, at the time, those doctors all thought it was miraculous, so don’t worry about yourself. Once it’s daylight, I’ll head back to Wu Garden and see if I can trouble someone to come by."
"How is he? Is he easy to talk to?" The Drunkard was more concerned about this.
"...I haven’t interacted much with him, but if he’s willing to help save Second Young Master Jun, he surely isn’t a heartless person. Besides, he cares deeply for Miss Wen, and Miss Wen is such a good person..."
The Drunkard interrupted him with a smile: "If he’s not easy to talk to, don’t humble yourself just to ask him for me."
He wasn’t worth him doing that for him.
"Don’t worry, no matter what it takes, I’ll definitely bring him here. If that doesn’t work, I’ll ask Bai Yi for help; Bai Yi has a good relationship with him."
"Bai Yi?"
"Yes, do you remember that injured little gray cat Bai Yi brought back before? That cat was lost by Miss Wen’s cousin. Some things really are coincidental to the point of being surprising," Qing Yi said with a smile.
The owner of that little gray cat? Has a good relationship with Bai Yi?
The Drunkard chuckled as if he understood something.
Yes, some things are really such coincidences that they can’t be explained.
It’s just uncertain if the arrival of this Cat Demon will disrupt that person’s plans.
Qing Yi fetched a basin of warm water to wipe the Drunkard’s body.
The Drunkard initially refused, but he couldn’t argue with Qing Yi.
Once his clothes were removed, Qing Yi understood why he was so resistant.
He was frighteningly thin, especially at the chest, where there was nothing but skin and bones.
Several places on his body were also bruised, large patches left from needles and surgeries.
His arms were even worse, both covered in marks from injections, with one arm still having over a dozen needle bumps yet to heal, bruised and swollen, making it so that one wouldn’t dare touch it.
Qing Yi’s hand shook slightly holding the towel, looking at his scarred body, not knowing where to start.
He raised his eyes to look at the Drunkard, who gave him a faint smile in return.
Which made Qing Yi’s heart feel even more uncomfortable.
With the towel, he carefully wiped his body, his movements exceedingly gentle and cautious, not daring to even take a deep breath, afraid to cause him pain.
"...Last time you said you liked me, was it true?" he suddenly asked.
"You know it’s true, why ask?"
The Drunkard didn’t avoid the question, not even hesitating, straightforwardly admitting it.
At a time like this, if he were to backtrack and deny it, it would truly make him inhumane, unworthy of his love.
"I just wanted to hear you say it again." Qing Yi looked at him and said.
The Drunkard smiled, looked at him, and said unabashedly: "Yes, I like you, especially like you, I’ve liked you for a long time, want to be with you for a lifetime."
As he spoke, the look in Qing Yi’s eyes gradually dimmed, his tone became heavy, and a wave of sorrow surged, nearly overwhelming him.
Because he really didn’t know if there was still a chance to be with him properly.
Hearing these words, Qing Yi smiled.
He had waited four and a half years for this sentence.
Fortunately, he heard it.
He slowly held the Drunkard’s hand, wanting to grip it tightly, yet not daring to exert too much force.
He was grateful that it was not too late for everything.
——
In the woods outside the Holy City, a car rushed over, breaking the night’s silence.
Almost the moment the car stopped, the person inside impatiently opened the door and dashed out, not even taking a clear look at the road, hurriedly rushing into the pitch-black woods.
