In the vast starry sky, there are many stars, and a crescent moon hangs high. The storm has passed, and calm has returned now.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at the woman who was lying on the bed with a pale face and had been unconscious for a day and a night. His eyes did not blink, as if if he blinked, the woman in front of him would disappear.
He saw the scene clearly during the violent storm last night and was extremely frightened.
The woman in the blue dress, her entire dress had been soaked by the rain, and her body was terribly cold. Her mouth, body, and dress were all covered in blood, and she was very coquettish, making people feel panic rising for no reason.
He didn't know she was injured or in pain. The blood on the woman's body was washed away by the rain, and a steady stream of blood continued to flow out, and so on. Looking at the woman's pale and bloodless face, he felt the faint breath.
, at that moment, he was really panicked.
There is fear in my heart, and a hint of... despair.
I didn't dare to touch her hard for fear of hurting her.
The woman on the ground was like a fragile porcelain doll. As long as he touched it lightly, it would collapse and break in an instant.
Night falls and the stars are shining.
But he still couldn't forget the shocking scene he witnessed last night. Until now, his body remained stiff and in the same posture as last night, without moving at all.
No one would know that the scene he encountered when he came back last night made him feel a strong feeling of losing her, as well as a deep panic.
"Brother, you have been guarding Qingyan for a day and a night without eating or drinking. She hasn't woken up yet. Your body is exhausted. You should go and have a rest first. When Qingyan wakes up, I will be the first to inform you."
Jun Qingjue didn't answer or speak, he just lowered his head and stared at the woman on the bed quietly.
She didn't get any response, which was something Jun Qingxin expected. She frowned slightly. If she hadn't seen him so wrong, she would have knocked him out with a punch and sent him back to his room.
His eyes shifted to the woman on the bed, her pupils dimmed slightly, and she felt very distressed.
No one could have imagined that something like that would happen last night...
Mu Hanyuehua, Wuxin and others were all in the room. If something happened to Mu Qingyan, they were all worried and uneasy.
Glancing at Jun Qingjue, who was still maintaining his posture like a rock from last night, Jun Moye spoke: "You guys go out first, I have something to say to him."
Only Jun Moye and Jun Qingjue were left in the room, as well as Mu Qingyan, who was sound asleep.
The atmosphere was very quiet, so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
Jun Moye stared at Jun Qingjue's back, but did not come forward. He narrowed his purple eyes, without a trace of a smile, and said seriously: "It has already happened, and it will not help to apologize again. If you really feel sorry for her,
Just try to figure out how to make her recover and how to make her forgive you, instead of being here looking depressed and decadent."
This was the first time in history that Jun Moye rarely spoke to him with such a serious look and tone.
He has always been a sensible and wise person, and he does not need to worry about many things. He has his own opinions and thoughts, and he will not influence his life.
The man who had been as immovable as a rock for thousands of years finally responded at this moment. Because he had not spoken or drank water for a long time, his throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse: "I will not forgive myself."