2.3 I am Sorry

After moving on from the classical cliche moment, Wei Guiyin found out that she still had some residual pain from the information she obtained which made her a little dizzy. She almost fell after trying to sit, but before she fell on the bed abruptly, she was stopped midair by a pair of arms.

"Don't get up. Sleep"

In a strange articulated and rigid tome, a deep, charismatic and aloof voice came from the origin of the pair of arms.

Wei Guiyin turned around and what met her was a man that looked like he was from the ninth heaven, so heavenly and distant at the same time, but what truly captivated her was that in his aloof eyes there was a spark of concern and worry.

"I am fine thank you. I was just a little dizzy since I tried to stand up too soon"

Wei Guiyin tried to convince him that she was fine and maybe them would he take the hand that was pressing her against the bed and let her sit up.

"Sleep"

Well, it seems like it did not work.

Wei Guiyin gave up after trying a couple more intents, but after receiving the same answer over and over again, she just laid in bed and looked right in his eyes as he did to her.

"Sleep"

Wei Guiyin finally yielded to him and fell asleep, but not before grabbing his hand and bought it to her chest and hugged it in her sleep.

At first, Ya Zhuoyue was shocked by her sudden action, but he did not feel wrong; he even felt happiness. Ya Zhuoyue just stayed there looking at her sleeping face; after a while of seeing her, Ya Zhuoyue searched on his backpack a sketchpad and a piece of carbon and began to do a sketch of Hui Xinling's sleeping pose, of her sleeping face, of every little movement that she did, would create a new drawing in Ya Zhuoyue sketchpad.

A while and two complete sketchpads later, Wei Guiyin woke up to find a really focused Ya Zhuoyue making finishing touches to the last sketch that he was doing. As the saying goes: A man focused on something would make him more handsome. Ya Zhuoyue temperament was totally different from when she was awake earlier. He was drawing like there was no one else besides the two of them in the whole existence. He just focused on her, on every single detail of her for smaller than it might seem. If any other of the-Prince-taken-out-of-a-painting-made-by-himself were to be the one receiving this kind of treatment, they would be able to die happily.

On the floor could be seen countless different drawings of her in different poses. Every single one of them gave a different vibe, a different feeling, but they were all discarded as if something in them was not worthy of him to look again.

"What is the point of making so many drawings if you are just going to throw them away?"

Wei Guiyin asked curiously which made Ya Zhuoyue turn to look at her direction and find out that she was already awake.

His face looked like nothing was out of the ordinary, but his eyes betrayed him by showing a flash of embarrassment by being cached red-handed while doing a sketch of someone without their permission.

"Why awake? Sleep"

He was once again going to push Wei Guiyin into the bed.

"I am feeling fine"

"..."

"I know that I said that before, but this time I truly feel fine"

"..."

"Look you can see that the color of my face already returned, and I don't feel dizzy anymore"

Wei Guiyin grabbed Ya Zhuoyue hand and put it in her forehead.

"See, my temperature is fine too. I am ok"

After Wei Guiyin put his hand on her forehead, his hand lowered until it reached her cheek and his thumb began to rub and squish her cheek a little. After a seeing that she was indeed well, Ya Zhuoyue slowly nodded and let her sit on the bed.

"And returning to the topic, why bothering making so many drawings of my self if you were gonna throw them away? Am I not pretty enough?"

Wei Guiyin said slyly, she knows 'him' would never be capable of even let her have those kinds of thoughts, and as she expected Ya Zhuoyue began to shake his head way too fast like a dog that was trying to get water out of its fur.

"No"

"Then why are all the sketched being discarded?"

Wei Guiyin that is was not something to do with her, so she was kind of curious about who is 'he' looking at the world in this world and looking at her.

Ya Zhuoyue raised his hands a little and looked at them.

"Me, I am not good enough"

"Why you say so?"

"My Muse is in front of me, but I cannot her the way she is. I cannot capture her charm, her aura, her emotions, her being. This is the first time that I am unable to capture something in my drawings"

"...By Muse are you referring to me?"

"Yes"

Wei Guiyin was already used to Long Chaoda's shamelessness, but she was not used to Ya Zhuoyue straightforwardness. She red from chin to ears. Ya Zhuoyue found out and immediately grabbed his sketchpad and began drawing.

"Who is your muse? I never said that I would be your muse!"

Wei Guiyin was a little *cof a lot cof* flustered by his answer, but Ya Zhuoyue did not react well.

"MINE, Hui Xinling you are mine and will only be mine. You are my life, my inspiration, my reason for living, my reason for existing. Without you I am empty. I had been waiting for you for a long time. Do not dare even think of going away from my sight ever again!"

Tears begin to fall from Ya Zhuoyue's eyes as he looked directly into hers. Wei Guiyin could see and enormous sadness and loneliness and she felt the remorse of leaving him behind.

"I am sorry"

Where the only words that Wei Guiyin could pronounce before bringing him to her embrace and hug him tightly.