Jing Hao seemed to be getting more and more painful, with thin sweat oozing from his forehead and murmuring in his mouth. He vaguely saw the blood vessels on his body extremely red and the blood flowed very fast.
"Jing Hao, wake up and open your eyes!" Qiongying helped him up and ordered in his ear.
Jing Hao bit his lip and woke up in pain. The images in front of him became clearer and clearer, making him forget the pain for a moment.
"How do you feel? Does it hurt?" Qiongying asked softly when he woke up.
"..." Jing Hao opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. Countless sprints broke through the blood vessels and reached the heart vein, as if thousands of arrows were pierced into the heart.
"Don't fall down, just shout out the pain." Qiongying tightened his hand, letting him lie on her shoulder, and gently patted his back.
Jing Hao's eyes suddenly opened wide, his body straight and stiff, and he didn't dare to move forward any further.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Qiongying couldn't hear his reply and asked repeatedly without getting tired of it.
"...It doesn't hurt." Jing Hao shook slightly, his voice trembled a little, and his lips had been bitten several times. In order not to let the blood drip, his lips were tight and his mouth was full of fishy sweetness.
"Don't bear it, just shout out the pain, don't bite your tongue." Qiongying felt his trembling, and the leaflets were scratched, so how could it not hurt?
"It doesn't hurt..." Jing Hao's voice became weaker and weaker, and his body gradually slipped down weakly, showing signs of being unconscious.
"If you are tired, just sit down. Don't sleep. You can sleep after you have to endure. Be obedient." Qiongying helped him and let him lean on her shoulder.
Jing Hao opened his eyes and suddenly woke up a little. He was not sleepy, but the pain made him almost lose consciousness.
"Speak, what do you want to say?" Qiongying brushed his somewhat messy hair and straightened his hair.
"...Where have you been in those six years?" Jing Hao's eyes were struggling and pain. In fact, he wanted to ask her why she lied to him.
"I went to a far place and went to seclusion to practice." Qiongying thought for a while and said lightly.
When Jing Hao heard this, he felt a little relieved. Maybe she didn't forget it, but she just didn't know the time.
"When I was a child, did you hate me very much?" Jing Hao struggled for a while and asked again, like a quarrel child.
"You were very good when you were a child, how could I hate you?" Qiongying said with some amusement.
Jing Hao felt a little relieved in his heart, but: "Then why don't you ignore me?"
"I don't know why, I really didn't like you at that time, I'm sorry."
In her past and present life, she said sorry for the first time, and even in the future, he would be the only person who received her apology.
"No, no, it's me wrong..." Jing Hao trembled. It's because he was too persistent, it's because he was wrong...
"You were stupid when you were a child, but you were so stupid that I liked it very much." Qiongying added calmly.
A trace of surprise flashed in Jing Hao's eyes, and the long-depressed emotions gradually spread out.
"What's wrong? Don't fall asleep, what else do you want to say?" Qiongying gently patted his back.
"Why did you hide it from me when you were a child?" Jing Hao thought of this, and there was a little complaint and grievance in his eyes.
"I won't tell you anything?" Qiongying asked.
"Your identity." If he had known it, he might have changed something.
"You have never asked me. Even if you ask me, I am just the Cold Moon Ghost Shadow." Qiongying said bluntly that she has always been the Cold Moon Ghost Shadow. If she still has memories, that is.
Time flows quietly, and the sunlight gradually moves on the windowsill.
There were only two people talking softly in the room.