Chiwuxing

He just said: "...I didn't make this request."

"Two days ago, I sent people to Nanman, and Fu Zan made a new medicine for you, take them with you."

"Okay," Fu Chen nodded, something firm stuck into his sickly gray pupils, "You wait for me to come back."

Zong Zhengxi brushed the warmth from his lips to his thin eyelids, shattered the pool of tiredness, deep weariness, and fake strength, and turned back into an original baby in his arms:

"I'm waiting for you."