Murong Jue closed his eyes, his heart was turbulent!
——Who is she sad for? Could it be herself? Or... is it because of Ye Yunmo again?
Murong Jue closed his eyes, his heart was turbulent!
——Who is she sad for? Could it be herself? Or... is it because of Ye Yunmo again?
Murong Jue was wondering in her heart, and Qingcheng also left the room after helping him lie down.
The sound of the door closing caused the man on the couch to open his eyes again. His eyes were very dark, as if they were the bottom of an abyss that no one could see. It was impossible to understand the purpose of his deep eyes.
!
The discomfort in his heart made Murong Jue tighten his eyebrows. The frown between his eyebrows was not only because of the pain in his heart, but also because of the injury on his heart that affected every nerve in him!
The pain in his body and mind was screaming at this moment, but he could only lie on the couch helplessly, letting the pain sweep through his body.
He couldn't scream and express the pain, he could only bear it silently until he couldn't hold on any longer!
The door that had been closed just now was opened again not long after. This time the visitor did not knock on the door, and gentle footsteps gradually approached the bed.
Murong Jue also closed his eyes at that moment, hiding the embarrassment in his eyes in the darkness so that no one could see or discover him.
He just licked his hideous and festering wounds alone. He couldn't tell anyone who came: I feel so hurt, my heart hurts...
Qingcheng approached lightly and sat down by the couch again to watch over him. She left just now to order her servants to prepare a bowl of cold-repelling concoction, and she did not abandon him as Murong Jue thought in her heart.
There were only two of them in the quiet room, but they didn't talk to each other or look at each other. They just stayed there quietly, and everyone could feel the other's presence.
Murong Jue's breathing was very soft, and Qingcheng kept staring at his handsome face. This cold and charming handsome face was now pale, which made his domineering somewhat weakened.
Qingcheng's eyes were very soft, as if she would only show such eyes when he couldn't see her.
They stayed like this for a long time, so long that Qingcheng thought he had fallen asleep, so she boldly raised her bare hands to cover his forehead to see if there was any difference in his body temperature.
Murong Jue was startled by her touch. He didn't expect her to be like this.
Qingcheng didn't realize that he was awake. She felt that the temperature in her palms was a little high. It seemed that he was really suffering from the cold.
At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and big drops of rainwater fell on the ground, hitting Qingcheng's heart like jade beads falling on a plate, causing the peace in her heart just now to disappear in an instant!
Nowadays, a body like his can no longer bear the cold. Once the wound is infected, the root of the disease will inevitably take hold in his sunset.
Qingcheng felt anxious and worried, secretly annoyed at Murong Jue's stubbornness.
Why didn't he say anything when he felt uncomfortable just now? Why did he still endure the physical discomfort after suffering such a serious injury?
There was darkness in Qingcheng's eyes, and she felt sorry for him at this moment!
This man can always stir up troubles in her heart and make her peaceful heart turbulent!
Qingcheng looked out the window, stood up, walked to the window and closed the sash to prevent the cold wind from outside from entering.
She stood by the window and looked at Murong Jue who was sleeping on the couch. When she saw that he wouldn't wake up for a while, she left the room.
Her departure took away the fragrance of her body and seemed to take away her warmth.
Murong Jue opened his eyes, as if the warmth of her palm was still on his forehead, but in fact she had already left.
His eyes were very calm, looking at the tent roof not knowing what he was thinking.
He pursed his lips like this, and the unbearable pain in his throat made him cough lightly. The trembling of his body made his internal organs hurt!
The burning sensation in his lungs was so intense that he could only stand up with his elbows bent, trying to bend his body to relieve the discomfort!
Murong Jue looked extremely embarrassed at this moment, his whole body was weak, and a thin layer of cold sweat had covered his forehead due to pain.
Low coughs resounded in the house, as if they were about to burst his heart and lungs, and Qingcheng's heartstrings suddenly tightened when he heard Qingcheng walking outside.
She rushed over quickly, pushed open the door and walked straight into the inner room. Some of the medicine in her hand spilled out, but she didn't have time to worry about it. She put the medicine bowl on the table next to the bed and went to help him.
Murong Jue was slightly surprised by Qingcheng's arrival, but after seeing the bowl in Tou's hand, he suddenly understood that she was going to boil medicine for him.
"How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qingcheng asked anxiously, not noticing the change in the color of his eyes.
One of her catkins was supporting his body, and the other was placed on his back to straighten out his breath. Her heart and eyes were full of nervousness. At this moment, she did not hide her worry about him, nor did she have time to hide it.
Concern!
Murong Jue felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He was surprised, happy, and afraid that this beauty was just a passing cloud and would disappear soon.
After gaining and then losing, he couldn't bear this gap several times, because every experience made his heart become more fragile!
Murong Jue endured the discomfort in his throat because he didn't want to lose the last bit of his hardness in front of her.
He supported his body with one hand and leaned on the soft pillow to adjust his breathing. Gradually, his breathing was no longer as rapid as before.
Qingcheng looked at him and saw that his breath gradually calmed down, but her expression still had the same worry as before.
"I'm fine, you don't need to worry!" Murong Jue said with some difficulty. His coughing just now almost exhausted all his energy.
"..." Qingcheng said nothing, just looked at him, seeing the forbearance hidden in his eyebrows.
The stinging pain in my heart comes very quickly. It's because of him. Every time I feel this way, it's because of him...
The moisture in her eyes suddenly came, and Qingcheng felt extremely sour in her heart. The more he tried to reassure her, the more guilty and uneasy she felt!
"Drink the medicine!" Qingcheng said in a low voice. She picked up the medicine bowl next to the couch again, took out a spoonful and handed it to his lips for him to drink.
She didn't shed any tears or cry, but her expression made people feel unbearable to see her.
Her tearful look was a bit stubborn and a bit aggrieved... But no matter which side of her she was, he was reluctant to let her go!
Murong never wanted her to cry. He hoped that he would never see this kind of tears again.
When he had her in his heart, Murong Jue hoped that she would be happy and that there would be no more sadness and misfortune around her, but this always backfired. The more he hoped that she would be happy every day, her days always seemed to be full of happiness.