"Come here, help me open the second drawer on the left." Yuchi Yue's warm voice came from the master bedroom, breaking the awkward atmosphere.
An Zhisu responded and walked into the master bedroom. He only saw Yuchi Yue lying on the couch, wearing a snow-covered white shirt with blood stains on it. His pale face was very dazzling.
Then she took out a few porcelain bottles from the drawer in a panic, looked at the names written on them, and said anxiously, "Why is there no golden sore medicine?!" Suddenly she thought of something, frowned, and turned to look.
Yuchi Yue, "You gave me the only bottle of golden sore medicine, didn't you?"
"Since there isn't, it doesn't matter. Anyway, there is gold sore medicine in the palace." Yuchi Yue answered the question, looked at An Zhisu's regretful face, and smiled reassuringly, "This injury can't kill anyone, so don't look like you want to cry without tears.
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"Yes, I'm sorry." An Zhisu's voice seemed to come from her throat. She lowered her head and did not look into Yuchi Yue's eyes.
"It's nothing. I used to get into trouble at home and often get punished. I'm used to it." Yu Chiyue used white lies to deceive An Zhisu. He became a general since he was a child, then became a general as an adult, and later became a king.
Regardless of his status as a young master, a general or a prince, he is outstanding, so he has been wounded by swords and arrows on the battlefield, but he has never been hit by a plank.
"That's not what I mean." An Zhisu slowly raised his head and looked at Yuchi Yue with apologetic eyes, "I threw away the golden sore medicine you gave me."
The wing was silent for a moment...
"I'm sorry." An Zhisu apologized and said sorry at the end, then turned around and walked out quickly.
"Don't leave!" Yuchi Yue became anxious and rolled off the bed, groaning in pain.
An Zhisu turned around suddenly, "Yu Chiyue!" He hurriedly walked to his side, bent down and helped him up, "Are you okay?"
"It would be bad if you leave now." Yu Chi Yue raised the corners of her lips with a handsome curve and looked at An Zhisu, "You can cure Xiao Rui's 'disease', but you can't cure your own 'disease'."
"My disease?" An Zhisu was startled.
"Yes." Yuchi Yue nodded, realizing that An Zhisu's body was too petite compared to his height and body, and it was obviously a bit difficult to hold him up. He said, "You help me lie down first, and I will tell you later."
"Okay." After helping Yuchi Yue lie down, An Zhisu asked suspiciously, "Aren't you angry? I threw away the golden sore medicine you gave me, and your good intentions are always distorted by me."
"Don't be angry." Yuchi Yue held her chin with her hands and looked at An Zhisu with piercing eyes. She was as elegant as a refreshing begonia flower, with a fragile heart underneath her cool appearance. "All your actions can only show that
, you are an insecure woman. Why do you feel insecure? Do you not trust others? "
"I'm not insecure!" An Zhisu suddenly yelled like a stubborn child whose thoughts were revealed, "No one can be worthy of my trust. Family, friendship, and love are all untrustworthy. Those illusory things
It's a luxury thing for me!" Putting aside these excited words, she turned around and stepped out of the frame.
Yu Chiyue is too 'dangerous', he will peek into her thoughts bit by bit like 'him', and then, he would rather have her heart hurt than bandage it for her.
The beautiful figure had long since disappeared, but Yuchi Yue's deep eyes were still staring at the door, murmuring softly, "Can you believe me?"