Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Did he think that he disliked his blindness and deliberately did not come to see him?

Thinking about it, Meng Huan told the truth.
“I heard you were in a bad mood and was afraid you would scold me, so I wanted to wait until you were asleep before coming to see you.”

“……”

Lin Bozhou repeated as if thinking it over, “Scold.”

Meng Huan: “Uh.”

“They told you that, right?” Lin Bozhou snorted, his voice cold and hollow.
“So this prince was so bad in their eyes when he was sick.”

“…………”

Meng Huan realized that the topic was a little bit wrong.
Lin Bozhou was now in a bad mood, so he must be even more upset if he said something else.
Meng Huan changed the topic, “No, I was overthinking it myself.”

Silence.

Lin Bozhou turned his back on him and did not move.

Meng Huan softly called out, “Your Highness?”

There was no answer.

Meng Huan propped himself up on the bed, leaned forward slightly, and raised the tone of his voice slightly, “Your Highness?”

“You can leave if you want to.” Lin Bozhou’s voice was hoarse.

For some reason, his words were flat, but it seemed like there was some complex emotion in these words.

…… As if everyone resented him.

…… As if he was left behind.

Meng Huan stayed a while, sitting on the bed, and looked at the empty hall.

Lin Bozhou couldn’t see anything and was on his own.
Wouldn’t he feel all dark and lonely?

A feeling inexplicably welled up in Meng Huan’s heart.
He frowned, hating this feeling of a shriveling heart.

Meng Huan sat and did not move.

After a long time, he leaned down again and said softly to Lin Bozhou, “Your Highness, can I stay with you?”

He spoke softly and gently; his breath exhaled and fell on Lin Bozhou’s ear.

It was warm, like a feather falling on the back of the ear.

But Lin Bozhou still didn’t say anything.

Fine.

Meng Huan rolled his eyes and whispered, “I’ll sleep next to you.
I won’t take up much space and will be quiet so I won’t disturb you.”

He could vaguely feel Lin Bozhou was now closing himself, feeling pessimistic with no desire to live and even less desire to talk.

Meng Huan then waited quietly.
After waiting for half a minute, he announced, “I’m coming up.”

He dawdled on the bed, trying to lighten his movements to not agitate Lin Bozhou more beside his unhealed eyes.
But when he sat down on his buttocks, he touched something hard, as if it was the back of Lin Bozhou’s thin hand.

“…………”

Help.

So embarrassing.

Meng Huan hurriedly climbed up and fished out Lin Bozhou’s hand.
His hands were white and small, and it took two hands to pick it up, but they could only clutch one or two fingers.

Meng Huan touched it and said earnestly, “I’m sorry.”

Lin Bozhou still didn’t say anything.
This kind of recalcitrant and pessimistic attitude had reached the level of “just consider me dead.”

Meng Huan gently blew his hand, mentally saying, “It doesn’t hurt,” and then put it back in its original place, taking the bedding to cover up.

Meng Huan lay down on the quilt, but Lin Bozhou still turned his back to him.

Why did he keep turning his back?

Lin Bozhou usually slept on his back, right?

And he liked to hug him.

Meng Huan thought and remembered that when he was a child, he slept with an aunt from the orphanage.
When he was having a temper tantrum, he also turned his back to the other side and refused to turn around.

At that time, as long as the aunt hugged him from behind, Meng Huan would instantly cry in aggravation as if he had endured it for a long time, just waiting for a hug.

Lin Bozhou had also been waiting in the dark for a long time, right?

Should he hug him?

…… Meng Huan was a little afraid.
He was afraid that Lin Bozhou would get angry and smack him.

Moreover, Lin Bozhou probably did not like physical contact with others now.

Meng Huan consoled his timidity, patted the quilt, and gave up this idea for now.

He intended to sleep.

The sound of breathing in his ears was very light, and in the silence of late night, Meng Huan sometimes couldn’t hear Lin Bozhou breathing at all, feeling as if he was dead.

“……”

Meng Huan had slight insomnia.

He opened his eyes wide until they became sore and produced a sense of exhaustion.
Then he closed his eyes again and adjusted to the hazy sleepiness in his head.

Not long after falling into the sweet blackness, Meng Huan heard a clattering sound as if something fell from a high place and hit the ground with a loud “clang.”

Meng Huan suddenly opened his eyes.
The dim lights in the hall flickered, and it was empty beside him.

Did Lin Bozhou get up?

Meng Huan turned his gaze and saw the back of the white underclothes facing him, and the back of Lin Bozhou’s hand holding the bedside table was bruised.
A candlestick was accidentally knocked over, and the back of his hand dripped with wax oil.

The eunuch outside was about to come in when he heard Lin Bozhou’s angry rebuke.
“Get out!”

He exuded rage now.

He was probably trying to get up but couldn’t see anything and grabbed the candlestick.

Meng Huan stepped forward and blinked, “Your Highness?”

Lin Bozhou hung his head, his dark hair strands falling, his eyebrows tinged with faint shadows, and his lips were sickly pale, giving off an indescribable sense of depression.

Meng Huan grabbed his hand and found that the back of his hand was tense, and his long finger bones were stiff.
The place where the wax fell was slightly red, and the wax oil had solidified.

Meng Huan held him, and he drew his hand back a little but then stopped.

This indicated that he seemed to be willing to let himself be held.

Meng Huan eyed him and carefully plucked away the solidified wax oil.
“What does Your Highness want to do? I can help you out.”

It was late at night, not the time to get up, not to mention the court.

Lin Bozhou’s lips were tightly closed.

Meng Huan let out a “huh?”

He opened his lips and spat out one word.

“Pee.”

“……”

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