He felt as if he had fallen into a strange dream, a weird nightmare that would never end and never wake up.
The world was spinning, the world suddenly darkened, and cracks appeared in everything, growing and spreading bit by bit with her increasingly weak breathing.
Everything was crumbling, but she was barely holding on with her very light breathing.
He seemed to be sick. The world in his eyes was fading little by little, leaving only black and white.
The only color I can see is my own blood.
The dazzling bright red blood was carefully fed into her pale, colorless soft lips. She drank it in small sips, like a newborn kitten that was hungry. It was so weak that it could only absorb nutrients passively, waiting for the precious blood to warm your body.
With the blood flowing in, her face will look much better - her pale face will be slightly red, and her lips will be dyed a beautiful rouge color.
Her body became warmer, her breathing became stronger, and the effect of blood was always particularly obvious, which restored some vitality to her.
Although, it’s only for a while.
Soon, the warmth from her body will cruelly fade away. Her hands will become cold again, losing their warmth, and her breathing will gradually become weaker.
Everything is declining unless, again, the blood that the body longs for is obtained.
Over and over again, as if he was resisting the cruel destiny that could not be violated - he was using his own life to hold on to her life.
No matter what the cost, I just want her to live, even if all the blood on my body is drained.
“Don’t cry…don’t cry…”
He was already happy that she could wake up. The world was warming up and regaining all its original colors.
He could see the color of the peach grove outside the window, he could see the new and charming Bianhua flowers beside the window, and he could also see her beautiful little face with red eyes and red mouth from crying.
He didn't want to be angry, and he didn't want to be angry either. He always felt extremely lucky and grateful.
Hold the person in his arms tightly, he took a deep breath, trying to calm down and suppress his emotions that were about to go crazy.
“Be good... don’t cry... I’ve been...” ˆ ˆ …
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Yun Si cried for a long time, until she finally stopped crying until she hiccupped and her eyes were severely swollen.
She cried so much that her face was covered with tears and snot, and she was so miserable that the person who had been coaxing her didn't mind it and took out a handkerchief to wipe her.
After wiping her, hugging her, and kissing her, her tears stopped.
Until the end of her crying, Yun Si felt a little embarrassed and looked at him guiltily: "Did I cry for too long..."
Obviously he should be unhappy, but now, he is the one coaxing her. It’s really...
Jun Jiu Ge touched her face gently and shook his head, "No, it's Si Si who has been wronged and sad, so she will naturally cry."
He always understood her without blaming her.
“…” Yun Si sniffed, stopped talking, and looked at him eagerly.
“Si Si.”
"Um?"
"Would you like... to see your mother?" He gently held her face and asked softly.
“Hmm? Why?”
"Because..." He paused for a moment, kissed her sympathetically, and said, "Because I haven't seen you for a long time, and I think my mother will miss you very much."
"How long?" Yun Si was a little confused, "Have I... slept for a long time?"
The peach grove outside the window is still there, the years are silent, I don’t know what time it is tonight, Jun Jiu Ge looked at her quietly, caressed her face gently, and did not answer.