At night, Yi Jian woke up. Many people came to express condolences, but Xu Ang blocked them from the door and did not let them in.
Yi Jian looked at Zhong Qing's eyes. Although she was a little weak, she still showed some softness. He raised his hand and wanted to touch her cheek, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it up. Zhong Qing's sharp eyes discovered that
, then he bowed his head obediently and put his face into his hand.
"Scared?"
Zhongqing said nothing and shook her head.
Yi Jian was not talking, but Xu Ang brought the food in and put it there. He planned to serve the young marshal himself, but was intercepted by Zhong Qing, who said she was coming.
Xu Ang nodded and quietly retreated.
Zhong Qing was holding a porcelain bowl with medicinal porridge in it. It was very hot. She stirred it to dissipate the heat. After it cooled down, she fed it to him.
He asked her to eat, but she said that when he finished eating, she was eating, but he couldn't hold her back, so he frowned, took a few mouthfuls, and said, "I don't want to drink anymore..."
Zhong Qing was very patient and felt that the sick young commander was like a child. She took the spoon and brought it to his lips: "Eat more, you will get well soon..."
Her tone was a bit coaxing, which made him smile a bit, but he was not being willful. He really finished eating obediently. Seeing that he had almost eaten, she quickly ate some of the rest, and then
Let Xu Ang pack his things.
Yi Jian frowned: "Are you full?"
"Yeah." Zhongqing nodded, brought a glass of water, put the medicine in his mouth, fed him to eat, then carefully helped him lie down, covered him with a quilt, and sat down.
While guarding him, who knew that he took her hand, exhausted all his strength, trying to pull her onto the bed and sleep, but his efforts were in vain, and she was just slightly tired.
Zhong Qing was sad, and for some reason, tears finally fell down at this moment.
She doesn't like to cry.
But she only cried to him.
He was the last person to see her cry.
Whenever she cries, his heart and liver hurt so much that he can no longer work.
He was very flustered and coaxed one by one, "Stop crying, I'm fine... You will be fine too..."
But she couldn't stop the tears that became more and more joyful. In the end, she just sobbed and cried loudly: "It's all my fault... That gun is obviously mine... but you let me..."
