"Wait!"

"Ningyuan, don't stop me!"

When he said this, a fiery kick had already fallen on Xin Yue. Xin Yue grunted, covering the bleeding wound caused by Li Li's kick. He lowered his head slightly, did not dodge, and sat quietly.

There, it seemed like an immovable stone sculpture.

"You...why don't you hide?"

Li Li's pupils shrank, and he looked at Xin Yue, who was being kicked hard by him, slightly uneasily.

I can’t hide from you either, so I might as well make you angry.”

As soon as her words came out, everyone gasped. Even the doctor and Cheng Yuan who stayed away from the incident frowned and stared unblinkingly at the girl who was still recovering and had a stubborn look on her face. She sat there with a slight smile on her face.

The corners of his raised lips were filled with sarcasm that could annihilate the world.

"Did I ask Yan Zhan for help? Did I ask him to save me? He asked for it..."

"Bitch!"

Before Xin Yue could finish speaking, Li Li immediately grabbed the clothes on her shoulders, lifted her thin body off the ground, and punched her without mercy at all. Xin Yue tilted his head, and there was a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.

A drop of it wets the hem of clothes.

At this time, Yan Zhan suddenly broke out into a violent cough on the bed. Li Li was shocked and threw Xin Yue's body to the ground with a bang like a rag. He hurried to Yan Zhan's bedside and asked eagerly.

:

"Master Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Zhan suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his newly put on white clothes were instantly stained with huge blood flowers. Compared with his pale and papery face, it looked so shocking.

After that, his eyelashes trembled slightly and then became motionless, like a fish out of water, lying there dryly, seemingly without the slightest breath of life, and even breathing was very tired.

"Master Yan!"

After being unable to wake up for a long time, everyone's eyes suddenly moved away from Yan Zhan's body and shifted to the girl who fell on the ground with messy black hair. Her eyes seemed to be shining with burning fire, and she was looking at Xin Yue like crazy.

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Xin Yue's words just now undoubtedly aroused public outrage. Yan Zhan was worried about her life and death, but she said such heartless words. In an instant, punches and kicks rained down on Xin Yue's body, so rude that it was almost crazy.

The movements enveloped the thin woman in an airtight manner.

Xin Yue was in great pain. She frowned on her palm-sized face and huddled up together, like a homeless stray cat or dog.

A drop of crystal tear slid down the pale face, and disappeared into the black hair in an instant. The small whimpering sound was covered up by the sound of the body being attacked, as if the subtle emotions blooming deep in the heart were lost in the grand.

Time is flowing.

My body hurts a lot, but my heart doesn't hurt that much anymore.

The emotion of self-blame almost covered all her senses. Yes, if it weren't for her, why would Yan Zhan be like this?

But on the other hand, she tried to tell herself that his life and death really had nothing to do with her, and she was not the one who hurt him. Moreover, they were two people who should never have contact with each other until death. His sacrifice and dedication were all worth it.

It was because he was stupid, because he sacrificed himself for others without any sense, because he decided to be a good person on his own, and she did not ask him for help at all, and she had a clear conscience.

But why did she always think of him in the forest, seriously injured and covered in blood, yet he quickened his pace and carried her forward?

Why do you think of the words he kept asking her about the past? Why do you think of him looking at her who was not very happy, with a caring expression on his face?

Why did what came to mind when Zhu Rui said she was dirty, he hugged her tightly in a protective manner, and said contemptuous and reprimanding words to the prince who was making evil remarks?

Why can't I forget that he threw her on the horse in the wind and snow, and she was left to bear the sorrow of dying alone?

Why is it so uncomfortable? When he was stabbed by so many arrows and fell to the snow, when he murmured that he wanted to protect people and looked forward to death, when he was lying on the bed now, motionless, as if he was about to die.

When you die.

Since you have rationalized everything and seen everything indifferently, why do you want to anger everyone now and increase your physical pain in a way that is like atonement? Why do you try to alleviate your inner self-blame? Why do you feel like you have lost your asylum?

, the helplessness of being alone?

Just hit or kick, then your heart won't feel so uncomfortable.

Xin Yue was in so much pain that she seemed to have lost consciousness. Her cries became louder unconsciously, but she remained so silent, like the pain that settled deep in her heart. It was not obvious, but on the outside it was sharp and thorny.

pain.

At this moment, the ears of the man lying on the bed seemed to move, and then his hands moved too.

Xin Yue curled up his body into a small ball, so small, like a fragile child, and buried his little face in his arms, like a lost ostrich.

At this time, Xin Yue's nose suddenly came with a faint medicinal fragrance, and some fragrance of bamboo, mixed together in different shades. It was unique and elegant. In such a short time, Xin Yue still couldn't figure out why there was such a smell.

Wei Xiang, one body suddenly pulled away from the crowd, rushed towards her quickly, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

The man was dressed in white, with a jade-like face and handsome eyebrows. He half-closed his eyes and asked Xin Yue: "No...are you okay?"

"Yan Zhan..."

Yan Zhan had a tired look on his face and his eyes were very distracted. He seemed to be unable to muster any strength. He rested his head feebly on Xin Yue's shoulder and panted heavily:

"Zhu Rui, if you have the ability...don't...don't bully women, just follow, fight me, that's it."

"Yan Zhan..." Xin Yue's eyes sank, and the emotions in his heart suddenly turned into a turbulent sea. The waves were turbulent and complicated and indistinguishable.

"Master Yan!"

Cheng Yuan and Li Li quickly pulled Yan Zhan up and said hurriedly: "You're awake, it's us."

Yan Zhan was put back on the bed. His eyes were still a little dazed, as if his eyes could not see clearly and he felt like he was in the dark. He shook his head hard, trying to make himself see more clearly.

The dim faces were those of Cheng Yuan and other subordinates, and Yan Zhan slightly twitched the corners of his lips:

"It's you."

Everyone was delighted and nodded heavily.

"I still...I thought I was dead."

"Master Yan is a lucky man and everything will be fine." Cheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him waking up.

"If it weren't for her, I might..." Yan Zhan's eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his lips remained slightly curved, as if he thought of something very beautiful. Suddenly his eyes sank, and there was a rush of electricity in his chaotic head.

It flashed by, and he moved his head with difficulty because of the pain. He reached out his hand from his sleeves and pointed at the girl who fell on the ground. His voice was hoarse with fatigue, and it sounded a bit unignorable.

Thick.
Chapter completed!