Chapter Thirty-Six: Waking up and Doubting the Dreamer
After half a stick of incense, I changed the medicine on her chest and legs. I looked at her, who was still mumbling uneasily in her sleep!
He was helpless in the end and said to himself: "How much pain do you have, and you would rather suffer in a dream than wake up?"
No matter what, he finally saved her!
Otherwise, he didn't dare to imagine whether she was still alive, with all the poison in her body... Fortunately, she met him!
"You...who are you? Don't go...don't go...don't leave me...don't..." She cried out in pain, her crystal tears kept pouring out, her hands were waving around, her expression was very painful!
He didn't know what sad thing she recalled in her dream. He reached out and held her soft and white hand that was waving wildly. He was shocked by the convexity in the palm. When he looked down, he saw that they were all scars the size of fingernails.
Scar! Suddenly I understood how she managed to survive on the day of the sacrifice!
He looked at her, looking at her who had been uneasy in the dream, and felt distressed in his heart. He kept saying comfort, "Girl, don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid..."
"Don't leave me...don't..." After a cry of pain, she sat up and kept breathing heavily.
"Girl, are you awake?" A joyful voice disturbed her thoughts.
She looked at the man in front of her who was taking her pulse. He was wearing a gray robe and gauze. His hair hanging down from his forehead covered his eyes that were raised diagonally. His skin was fair and smooth, and under his high eyebrows, he had a pair of beautiful eyes.
The ink in his eyes was as clear as a waterfall, and was actually indescribably gentle and calm.
She thought of something and was surprised, "Sir, is it you?"
Looking around, I saw only one bamboo table, four bamboo stools, one wooden couch, a low couch by the window, and a stack of books. Simple and chic, yet elegant!
After checking his pulse, he put down his hand and whispered to her, "Girl, you can recover after a few more days of conditioning. It's just that the poison in your body has been there for a long time. It will take some time to eradicate it."
Today, this beauty elixir is fine for me..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "Sir, although Nian Xiaofeng is curious about the appearance of Jue Yan Dan, he does not need it. Thank you sir for saving your life twice, Nian Xiaofeng is very grateful!"
"I understand what the girl is saying. Don't worry, girl, I will definitely develop the antidote for the heart-biting powder and eradicate it for the girl!" He is a man of the world and does not understand the affairs of the dynasty and the court.
Just thinking of the scene on the day of the sacrifice, he suddenly understood why she only wanted an ordinary appearance and did not want the appearance of Jue Yan Danxia!
He was very curious about what she had gone through? The Heart-Eating Powder was as deep as bone marrow, and she had obviously been poisoned in her urine since she was a child. Why was she poisoned with the Heart-Eating Powder and the Beauty Pill when she was still a little girl?
What is she enduring in her heart?
Why is it so painful even in dreams?
He really felt sorry for her in such pain!
"My life was saved by your husband. You don't have to live with me. My name is Nian Xiaofeng. You can call me Xiaofeng," he said slowly.
"Okay, Xiaofeng, my name is Bai Xichen." He replied softly, with a hint of briskness in his tone.
Xiao Wu came in with the medicine and interrupted the conversation between the two. After she took the medicine and told her to have a good rest, she and Xiao Wu went out so that she could rest peacefully!
On the day of the sacrifice, what happened after she fell into coma?
Why is she here? How could she be saved by her husband?
What about those people?
She lay on the couch and couldn't sleep. She had many questions, including who was the man who had been accompanying him in the dream for several days?