To Sink Into You - Chapter 10

Wen Yuxi had a dream.

In her dream, she had just turned fifteen. Wen Jiayang, her father, told her that their family would be leaving the Imperial Capital to move to some unknown city.

Wen Yuxi refused to accept her father’s decision, hysterically venting her dissatisfaction. In a fit of rage, Wen Jiayang slapped her twice, leaving her to sob through the night, nearly collapsing from exhaustion.

Why is this happening…?

She had only just realized her feelings for Ming Qian, but before she could act on them, she was being torn away from her.

Why?

She couldn’t accept this.

She had to see Ming Qian, and she couldn’t wait another moment.

Wiping away her tears, Wen Yuxi climbed out of bed and slipped out of the house at four in the morning, leaving without disturbing anyone.

The early autumn air was frigid, each breath sending icy pain through her lungs and organs. Clenching her jaw, she sprinted through the deserted streets, the faint yellow glow of streetlights casting her frail shadow, swaying precariously.

She had to find Ming Qian.

She would run there, no matter how far.

A liquid trickled down her cheek—she couldn’t tell if it was tears or sweat.

Wen Yuxi finally stopped when she reached the entrance to Ming Qian’s apartment building. Her heart pounded wildly, her breath coming in ragged gasps that refused to steady.

She didn’t knock. Instead, she sank to the ground, leaning against the corridor wall, curling into herself, and closing her eyes.

It wasn’t yet five o’clock, and she couldn’t disturb Ming Qian’s rest.

Ming Qian had just graduated from university and been assigned to the Mingwei Group by Ming Yi, starting from the bottom. She woke up at 6:30 every morning, got ready, went for a morning run, returned home for breakfast, and left for work promptly at 7:40.

Wen Yuxi knew she only needed to wait until 6:30.

She had something she needed to tell her.

Having been awake all night and run several kilometers in one go, Wen Yuxi was exhausted, hungry, and increasingly drowsy. Her rationality gradually succumbed to fatigue, and she drifted into an uncontrollable slumber.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself curled up on a soft sofa. As she tried to sit up, she caught a glimpse of Ming Qian’s gentle face and froze, sinking back down.

“You’re awake?” Slender fingers brushed across her cheek. Ming Qian smiled wryly. “If you hadn’t woken up soon, I would have taken you to the hospital. Why were you sitting outside? Why didn’t you knock? You’re dressed so lightly—you’ll catch a cold.”

“Ming Qian…” The concern in her voice amplified Wen Yuxi’s distress, tears welling up again. She threw her arms around Ming Qian, sobbing, “I don’t want to leave.”

After Wen Yuxi explained everything, Ming Qian patted the girl’s head reassuringly, her voice steady. “Don’t be sad.”

“I don’t want to leave,” Wen Yuxi repeated despondently. “I don’t want to leave…”

I don’t want to leave you.

Ming Qian didn’t say much. She cooked a bowl of porridge for Wen Yuxi and, after she finished eating, asked softly, “Are you still cold?”

Wen Yuxi shook her head. “I’m not cold anymore.”

Ming Qian led her to the balcony, leaned against the railing, and chuckled softly. “Your sister will sing for you. Don’t be sad, okay?”

Bathed in the gentle morning sunlight, the woman radiated an ethereal grace, like an immortal banished from heaven, pure and flawless.

I really love her so much.

“Okay,” Wen Yuxi smiled through her tears. “If you sing, I won’t be sad.”

Ming Qian smiled gently, her long lashes lowered as a beautiful melody flowed from her lips, imbuing each note with soul.

“No matter who’s by your side, the sun will always be warm.” When the song ended, Ming Qian embraced her tenderly, her voice so soothing it made Wen Yuxi want to cry. “Parting is for a better reunion. We’ll definitely see each other again.”

The aroma of black coffee lingered nearby, cold and bitter, yet to Wen Yuxi, it tasted incomparably sweet.

“…We’ll definitely see each other again.”

Wen Yuxi opened her eyes, grief and joy swirling in her mind, blurring the line between dream and reality.

Oh, right, she fainted from the high fever…

So, this is a hospital?

“Heh.”

Wen Yuxi couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

Well done, Wen Yuxi. You finally got the chance to share a bed with her, and you ruined it. Pathetic.

Damn it, I’m so angry I could grind my teeth.

Wen Yuxi rubbed her throbbing temples and slowly sat up, then froze. Ming Qian was sitting in a chair by the bed, leaning forward with her head resting on her arms, sound asleep, her expression serene and gentle.

She turned to look out the window.

The sky stretched high and vast, clouds drifting like cream across the air, sunlight filtering through in hazy rays—the ethereal beauty unique to early morning.

Ming Qian stayed here all night to watch over me?

Wen Yuxi pressed her lips together, her emotions surging violently. Her chest heaved, and a seductive flush crept to the corners of her eyes.

The glands at the nape of her neck released a potent rosemary pheromone, saturating the air and rushing into Ming Qian’s nostrils, stimulating her nerves and jolting her awake.

“You’re awake?” Ming Qian blinked, then stood up and touched Wen Yuxi’s forehead. “Still a bit warm… How do you feel? Any discomfort?”

“Ming Qian…” Wen Yuxi couldn’t suppress her longing and seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around the woman’s slender waist, her voice unusually sweet and soft. “I feel unwell everywhere.”

Ming Qian’s eyes darkened as she instinctively held her breath, gently pushing Wen Yuxi away and pressing the call button by the bed.

“Ming Qian,” Wen Yuxi struggled to get closer, pleading pitifully, “I don’t feel well.”

“Alright, stop fussing. The doctor will be here soon.” Ming Qian grasped her wrist, sighing helplessly. “I knew you were just pretending to be good.”

From childhood, Wen Yuxi had never shown much respect for Ming Qian, never truly treating her like a sister seven years her senior. She had always called her by her given name.

After reuniting after six years, hearing Wen Yuxi call her “elder sister” had genuinely pleased Ming Qian, making her believe the girl had matured and learned some manners. But in her delirious state, the little girl instantly reverted to her old ways, abandoning all pretense of respect.

Wen Yuxi pouted. “Ming Qian.”

Ming Qian’s expression softened with indulgence. “Hmm?”

“Ming Qian, Ming Qian.”

“I’m here.”

“Ming Qian, Ming Qian, Ming Qian.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

This pointless conversation continued for two minutes before the doctor knocked and entered. After taking Wen Yuxi’s temperature, he said, “A low-grade fever. Nothing serious. Let’s give her an injection of suppressants first, then do a thorough examination.”

Ming Qian nodded. “Thank you, Doctor.”

While Wen Yuxi was undergoing the examination, Ming Qian called Ming Yang.

“Mom.”

“Sweetie,” Ming Yang said with a smile. “Today’s the wedding photoshoot, right? What time are you scheduled until?”

“We’re postponing the photoshoot for now,” Ming Qian replied. “Yuxi’s high-fever period has started, and we’re at the hospital.”

“The hospital?” Ming Yang asked, puzzled. “Why would a high-fever period require hospitalization? You’re not the type to overreact.”

Ming Qian: “……”

“What are you thinking?” Ming Qian said. “Yuxi’s glandular hormone levels are abnormal, causing a feverish shock. The doctor said it was triggered by medication.”

Ming Yang’s tone turned serious. “Are you saying she was exposed to a forced-fever-inducing drug?”