Before we knew it, the sun was setting, the sky was dim and the faint afterglow poured in.
Jing Hao's face had returned to normal, his eyes were shining, his lips were rosy, but there was a hint of fatigue, just like he had just recovered from a serious illness and was a little tired.
"You can sleep now." Qiongying gently put down Jing Hao, then lifted the quilt to cover him.
Jing Hao's expression flashed, and he looked at Qiongying for a long time. He didn't want to sleep, and he could not say it all, but he didn't know where to start.
"Close your eyes and go to sleep." Qiongying stretched out his hand and covered his forehead again, warming slightly.
Jing Hao closed his eyes obediently, and her hands were on his forehead, slightly cool, and her hands must be cold.
Qiong Ying withdrew her hand, stared at him for a while, and said, "I'm leaving."
After speaking, Qiongying stood up and left silently. Even the sound of opening the door and closing the door was inaudible, leaving only a quiet room.
The last point of sunset has fallen and dusk is coming.
Ye Chen and Qingjun are still there, and seeing Qiongying come out, their mood becomes even more complicated.
Wuxin lowered his head slightly, and he couldn't even say anything greetings.
"How is Jing Hao?" Jing Ao looked anxious, and the long wait almost tortured him to the point of being vulnerable.
"I'm going to bed." Qiongying looked calm and went down the steps and left.
"Jing Hao woke up? How is he?" Jing Ao strode and asked in surprise.
"It will be fine in the future. Don't follow." Qiongying did not stop and replied lightly.
"Slowly, slowly, Chen is also very serious, you can..." Since she can save Jing Hao, what method must be used.
"I can't do anything." She no longer had the blood lotus seeds. She had to wait for the red lotus to bloom. She didn't know when the year or month, and she would never bloom again.
"No, you must have a way. If you can save Jing Hao, you can save Chen." Jing Ao immediately stopped her. Chen's life and death are hard to tell, and he may be able to survive, and he may never wake up again...
Qiongying stopped and suddenly looked at Jing Ao, with a cold tone: "What's the same? Jing Hao is my seventh brother."
Jing Ao was stunned, and he was inevitably shocked again. He never expected that she would really admit it. He thought he had no relationship with Qiongying anymore, and even if he met, he was just a stranger. He never thought that Qiongying would be his sister.
"Do you admit that I am my brother?" He actually had a little expectation.
"You are not qualified enough." Qiongying passed by him. She had lived for two lives, and Dongfang Jingao was far from qualified enough.
The trace of expectation was shattered, Jing Ao smiled bitterly in his heart. It was him who overestimated his identity and underestimated Qiong's cold-bloodedness.
When Qiongying passed by, he said, "Go to see Nangong Chen with the doctor and do his best."
Wuxin took a small step. After hearing Qiongying's words, he had to stop. His body stiffened slightly, and he nodded and said, "Yes, master."
Qingjun glanced at Wuxin. No matter what Wuxin had towards Nangong Chen, as long as she said a word, Wuxin would not let Nangong Chen die. God will do so.
Ye Chen followed silently, stepped on the twilight, and followed her.
Qingjun was not behind, and walked directly to Qiongying. Somehow, he became more and more uneasy.
"Ye Chen, don't follow." Qiongying said, and just a short sentence was enough to walk away.
The night was very quiet, shrouded in the hazy and faint moonlight, and her voice was particularly clear.
Ye Chen stopped and listened to the sound of footsteps gradually faded until her figure disappeared. The sky was already pitch black and fell into darkness.