Qin Xinglie closed his eyes, his whole body was hot, and his voice was inaudible. If it weren't for Gu Zhao's good hearing, he wouldn't be able to hear what he was saying at all.

He didn't seem to have thought about whether Gu Zhao heard it at all. The words he said seemed to be just talking to Gu Zhao in his heart.

Gu Zhao lowered his head and let him hold his hand, murmuring, but after a while, he touched his forehead and helped Qin Xinglie wipe the key parts with a wet cloth to cool down.

When the wind and snow outside finally stopped and a white sun slowly appeared in the sky, Qin Xinglie's body temperature finally returned to normal and his breathing became much calmer.

Gu Zhao laid Qin Xinglie down, put the big cloak on him, and stood up.

I just sat on the ground for two or three hours, maintaining the same posture without moving. When I suddenly stood up, my legs went numb and I almost fell down.

A hand reached out from behind and supported Gu Zhao.

Gu Zhao turned around and found that Qin Xinglie had sat up without knowing it, stretching his arms, but the expression on his face was a little unnatural.

This posture would obviously involve his injured ribs.

Gu Zhao raised his eyebrows and seemed to understand something, "Thank you very much."

Qin Xinglie had a rare guilty conscience, his eyes averted, and he replied dryly, "No need."

Gu Zhao walked over, picked up a few dry firewood, chopped them into pieces, and added them one by one to the fire pit.

The flames spread upward and illuminated Gu Zhao's face.

"So, you were just pretending last night?" Gu Zhao asked calmly.

Qin Xinglie quickly defended, "No, I really have a fever!"

He added in a low voice, "Since you disappeared, I have had physical problems. I often have fevers, chills, and sometimes I lose my sense of pain..."

The imperial doctor said that it was because of the rainy night when he witnessed Gu Zhao falling off the cliff. The shock was too great and he was overly sad, which led to the explosion of toxins in the body, vomiting blood and white heads, which were all manifestations of damage to the original source.

Since then, Qin Xinglie's body began to suffer from various major and minor problems.

The fever this time was indeed real, but he acted a little more serious.

The purpose is nothing more than to take advantage of this opportunity to get close to Gu Zhao, say all the things that Gu Zhao may not want to hear, and let Gu Zhao know that his mind has never changed.

As he expected, after discovering that he was sick, Gu Zhao's attitude towards him was much gentler, he wiped and cooled him down little by little, and took care of him so tenderly and meticulously.

When he poured out his heart, Gu Zhao did not refuse, but listened quietly.

But Qin Xinglie didn't expect that Gu Zhao would hold him and sit like this for so long.

He himself looked forward to returning to normal body temperature more quickly than Gu Zhao so that Gu Zhao could rest.

So when Gu Zhao almost fell down, he couldn't help but reach out his hand while pretending to be asleep. As a result, his previous behavior was exposed.

Gu Zhao squinted his eyes and did not look at Qin Xinglie. Instead, he picked up the stone pot and put it on the fire. "Then you still blame me?"

"Blame me for not falling off the cliff in front of you, blame me for not finding a good time?"

Qin Xinglie was anxious, "Ah Zhao, that's not what I meant!"

"What happened that day was my fault! I shouldn't have believed her disguise and imagined that she would change!"

"And I didn't mean to save her and give up on you."

"I was originally going to launch a sneak attack, but the Donghao warrior pushed her over. I caught her before I had time to think...and then, because of that pause, I didn't have time to save you..."

In the days that followed, Qin Xinglie interrogated all the people present and the living people he could find countless times.

He repeated everything that happened on the edge of the cliff countless times, and he reviewed and considered all the details. The whole thing had completely reappeared in his mind.

It is precisely because of this that Qin Xinglie's guilt and self-blame are getting deeper and deeper, which is also one of the reasons why his health has deteriorated.

The imperial doctor said that this was because deep down in his heart he felt that he had been sorry for Gu Zhao, so he had the idea of ​​destroying himself to atone for his sins.

Gu Zhao shook his head and walked towards the entrance of the cave. "I said, it's my own incompetence and it has nothing to do with you."

Qin Xinglie heard this sentence again, and his hoarse voice suddenly became louder: "Ah Zhao! It's my incompetence! It's my fault that I didn't protect you!"

A little surprised by his excitement, Gu Zhao paused and turned back to look at him.

"It's because I didn't take good care of Yuan Zhimei, it's because I didn't protect you, it's because I came too late, it's because I didn't have the ability to kill all those Donghao warriors at once!"

"I didn't find you in time."

"When I think of you in that cold rain, under the dark cliff, seriously injured, buried in the mud, washed away by the flood, I want to kill myself!"

Qin Xinglie's eyes unknowingly turned scarlet again, his palms dug deeply into the ground, and his voice became even more tragic.

"I dream day and night, dreaming that you are sleeping in a remote corner, dreaming that you are trapped in the dark, waiting for me to rescue you."

"I think you must be very disappointed in me. Because if it weren't for me, Yuan Zhimei would never have been able to harm you."

"I've been looking for you for six years and you haven't shown up. I know you must be blaming me."
Chapter completed!