Xuexiang brought hot water, and the maid behind her took a bowl.
Gardenia turned her head and took a look. It was that big bowl that was about to contain everything about her, her feelings for him, and her life.
He walked to the table, glanced back at Ling Jiyun, and picked up the fruit knife placed on the assorted fruit plate next to him. Feng Qing's heartbeat stopped, and Wang Yang stretched out his hand to stop it, but always put it down with helplessness.
Gardenia put the knife on her wrist, and Feng Qing couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She quickly turned her head to the side and raised her head in an effort not to shed tears.
The wind outside the window was stronger than before. The window was blown open again, and the branches were dancing wildly, as if they were reaching into the house to welcome this life that was about to pass away.
Xuexiang closed the window again and watched in horror as the bright red blood fell from Gardenia's wrist into the bowl like heavy rain outside the window. She turned her back and held on tightly with trembling hands, which were blown away by the strong wind tonight.
Several windows.
Cold sweat quietly seeped out, and the area around his eyes became blurry. He calmed down and focused his eyes together, because the big bowl was filled with hope and love for him.
The blood that was gushing out like a column before has now turned into droplets of dew, splashing on the snow-white tablecloth drop by drop. It is really desolate and uniquely beautiful.
Her blood didn't have the fishy smell as expected, but there was just the invigorating medicinal fragrance that hit her nostrils and filled every corner of the room.
"Brother." He pulled back his hand and called softly.
Feng Qing hurriedly turned around and took Gardenia, who was about to faint, into her arms. She was so painful that she couldn't express her pain. Gardenia said, "Let the prince take it quickly. I'm afraid it's too late."
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"Gardenia, Gardenia, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qing shook her desperately, expecting to see signs of life in her.
Wang Yang came over to support her and said: "Master Feng, please save the prince quickly, don't let Gardenia's hard work go to waste."
Feng Qing took the medicine and sat beside the bed, and said to Lian Ruoyi: "Hold Jiyun up."
Lian Ruoyi supported Ling Jiyun, while Feng Qing heartily fed him Gardenia's blood spoonful by spoonful.
Gardenia opened her eyes slightly and said softly: "Brother Wang, take me back."
"Go back to where?"
"Dark prison."
"No, your body is so weak, you can't go back to that ghost place again."
He smiled faintly and said weakly: "Brother Wang, the prince doesn't want to see me. I can't make him angry again. Please let me go back."
“Gardenia——.” Feng Qing shouted guiltily from the bottom of her heart.
Hugging her sideways, Lian Ruoyi said: "Miss Gardenia, I will take good care of the prince, don't worry." Although she was reluctant to say it many times, she was still sincerely grateful at this time.
Still smiling faintly, he rested his head tightly on Wang Yang's arms, looking dimly at the person lying on the bed in Lian Ruoyi's arms. He couldn't even bear the heartache, a tear slipped quietly on his cheek, and he fainted.
After working all night, Ling Jiyun finally saw blood on his face. Wang Yang and Feng Qing both breathed a sigh of relief, and Lian Ruoyi was even more ecstatic.
However, the smiles did not stay on their faces for too long. They all thought of Gardenia in the secret prison, lamented the injustice of fate, and felt heartbroken for her.
Feng Qing stepped out of the room and stopped to look at the rainwater falling from the eaves of the house. Like broken pearls, it hit the small puddle on the ground. The splashing water dispersed and gathered in an instant.