Jing Jiaren carefully removed the strips of cloth, trying not to tear the wounds on his fingers.
Ximen Longting closed his eyes and let her play with it without complaining about pain...
The ten fingers were badly injured.
Jing Jiaren had a lump in her throat. Fortunately, she had the foresight, otherwise his fingers would have been worn off!
No wonder he has refused to change the strips of cloth ever since he got wrapped around them, saying that they were still usable and should not be wasted.
It was really worn out, so I asked her to wrap it a few more times on the original basis.
Only now can I see how hard it was...
These are a pair of imperial hands. How can they work so hard every day and become so rough?
Jing Jiaren carefully held his hand and kissed his palm.
A hot tear slid down her face and dropped into his palm——
However, Ximen Longting would not know that. He closed his long eyelashes and fell asleep again.
He is really too tired.
Jing Jiaren didn't sleep much all night. After treating Ximen Longting's wounds, she curled up next to him and looked at him.
He rarely dreams, unless he is really worried...
That night he had another nightmare and kept calling her name.
"Jing Jiaren, come back here..."
"Don't go..."
"Take my hand! Beauty, give me your hand!"
Jing Jiaren squeezed his hand and responded softly: "Idiot, I caught it."
Even though she couldn't run into his dreams, she could still guess what he was dreaming about based on his sleep talk...
She entered the ruins, something happened, and he went to save her.
"Jing Jiaren, don't go, I beg you!!!"
His body suddenly bounced as if being hit by electricity, and his voice roared in the night.
Jing Jiaren's tears rolled back and forth in her eyes...
Is he that worried about her?
"I won't go now... It's so late at night, I can't go..." Jing Jiaren kissed his hand wrapped with a cloth, "Ximen Longting, why do you make people... feel so distressed?"
My heart aches so much.
Ximen Longting woke up once in the middle of the night and yelled at her to bring her the tool bag.
Jing Jiaren didn't know what happened, so she answered and went to get the tool kit.
Ximen Longting held it in his arms, opened it and looked at it a few times, then looked at Jing Jiaren.
He pressed the tool bag under his body and held it tightly with one hand: "Jing Jiaren, don't touch my things, do you understand?"
Jing Jiaren brought him some water and said, "Well, I won't touch it."
Ximen Longting's face was covered with sweat. He just finished drinking a glass of water and fell asleep again.
Even in the sleeping state, one hand held her and the other hand held the tool bag, as if holding her with the same strength as life.
The strange thing is that this time Ximen Longting felt much more at ease and no longer had nightmares.
Jing Jiaren stared blankly at his sleeping face, wondering why he cherished that tool kit so much.
However, it was so painful to see him finally stop talking in his sleep...
"Ximen Longting, in order to love me... you have suffered so much."
"Is it worth it?"
In the dark night, the noise rises and falls quietly.
Ximen Longting was sleeping peacefully, breathing evenly, and held her hand tightly that refused to let go, as a response to her.
Jing Jiaren's eyelids became heavy and she gradually became sleepy.
Wait until she can't hold it any longer, then lean against him——
I was worried about something, so I slept and woke up, struggling until dawn.
Ximen Longting is a high-level liar.
The next morning, his condition not only did not improve, but also developed a low-grade fever, making his condition even more serious.