Jingche thought she was finally dead.

But fate always teases her repeatedly, pushing her to the brink of death again and again, and it was another attempt.

In the chaos of life and death, she had forgotten what she did and heard before falling down. She only remembered that there was a pair of dark pupils as dark as ink watching her, with her usual vicissitudes and calmness. At this moment, she had a thrilling sad look.

There were also sounds of "A Che" lingering in my mind, as if a nightmare wrapped in sugar-coated clothes. For her, everything in the past was as painful as Lingchi when she recalled. She wanted to remember that he held the corner of his mouth and laughed at her in a different way. Each sound was like a different dream, and she was traveling through different times in this call.

She wanted to escape so much. The low voice and the sad eyes were everywhere. She drew a prison and circled herself in.

Finally, she woke up in repeated pain.

The sight was expected darkness, and the clenchy sense of the bedding made Jingche know that this was not a dream. If it was a dream, then she would not continue to stay in the ghost village, but would go to Yun Qinfeng, a thousand years later, to look at the sea of ​​white horse bones that were obsessed with. Everyone's memory had something to keep her alive. For her, it might be that clear white horse bone, or maybe it was just the years when flowers bloomed, and those who had passed by that time.

At first glance, she saw Ye Xiu's light face. She knew she didn't need to say anything, and she held the corners of her mouth and smiled weakly.

Ye Xiu rarely responded to her smile, and then said straight to the point: "The poison of Chiming Gu on you has been eliminated."

Jing Che's eyelids twitched. He never thought that this poison that had been entangled with her for so long and tortured her day and night, and that there was no medicine to cure her.

Ye Xiu then explained: "He found the Ming Zhe for you in the Yang Valley and brought the furnace into the divine realm compressed by time and space to refine the antidote. The eighteenth day was shrunk to several hours, so it was extremely easy to refine it."

He said, using soft pads to help Jing Che raise the person. She had a very poisonous ache, and she still had a high fever at this moment, her face was pale and almost transparent, her lips were dry without any water. Her eyes looked particularly dark and deep because of the thinness of her face.

Jing Che naturally knew who "he" was in her mouth. She felt confused at the first moment. She didn't understand when he was so kind that he had to spend so much effort to save her. Then she quickly remembered it. There was a sense of heat in her memory. The man's body temperature was like a prairie fire burning in her body. In the faint morning light, his eyes were covered with cloth, hugging her tightly from behind, and asked a low voice, "Who are you?"

Without her proof, he called out her name.

She closed her eyes and held a sad smile on the corner of her lips: "Others cut bones and return them to their fathers, and cut flesh and return them to their mothers, then what about me... how should I repay them?"

Ye Xiu did not answer, but at this moment someone pushed the door in, holding the medicine bowl steadily in his hand, and his tone was plain: "You don't need to return it."

He walked over, his face against the light was blurred, as if he was looking back at him through the chaotic years, and he got closer and closer, while the distance between them was still moving further and further away.

He also stood up and left the house with tactful thoughts. When he was in contact, Baili Fengjian nodded slightly, and brought a very faint smile. When he looked at Jingche, he changed his expression. He just sat down to her bed and brought the medicine bowl to her.

She turned her head away and her eyes drooped on the delicate patterns of the bedding.

"Drink it." Nothing else could be heard except for the indifference as if it was commanded.

Jing Che lowered his eyes and lay tiredly back into the bedding, still saying nothing.

Baili Fengjian's movements were blank for a while, and she thought he was leaving. As before, he came and went freely, and did not compromise at all. However, this time, he did not follow her, but suddenly lifted her quilt and carried her up from the bed. His movements were not gentle but did not hurt her at all.

He forced her to lean on his shoulder, pinched her mouth with one hand, and delivered the medicine bowl to her lips with the other, and poured medicine into her mouth.

Jing Che pursed his lips tightly and stared at him stubbornly. He was so close that he looked at him, and he was aggressive, and she didn't give in. In this tug-of-war, half of the medicine was poured in, and the other half flowed out along her side face.

"Cough...cough..." Jing Che was choked a lot, his chest couldn't help but fluctuate violently, and his pale face turned sickly and scarlet.

Baili Fengjian put down the medicine bowl, picked up a handkerchief to wipe the juice from her face. His face, with his eyes hanging down and his eyebrows, was particularly deep and handsome. If it were before, she would have fallen again. But now, Jing Che felt ashamed under his eyes, because those years in red clothes, she had too much fun in order to revenge, and there were too many moments between them.

...This kind of warmth is like a kind of irony.

Jing Che raised his arm, weakly and fiercely opened his hand, his lips slightly opened, and he forced out a complete sentence: "Please let me go."

"I've let you go once," he still wrapped his shoulders hard, supporting her body with his chest, and his low voice suppressed his ups and downs. "Eight years ago, if I had not had my acquiescence, Xiu would not have let you go so easily, and I didn't expect you would have left so firmly."

She trembled in his arms, and said lightly: "I didn't expect that I would be in red in eight years."

Baili Fengjian continued to meticulously wipe the remains of her face for her, and no longer said anything. The two words "Red" are like a soft string that he was tense in his heart, which could cause tremors whether it was lightly or redoubled. He was afraid that she would mention the incident that night, as well as his various behaviors in the past, ambiguous or cruel... they would hurt the enemy ten thousand and lose themselves to eight thousand.

Jing Che insisted on poking him in pain, and a faint sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Do you regret it? You must still remember how you fed me the Chiming Gu."

His hands paused, and there seemed to be a bitter smile on his lower face. How could he not regret it? After she fell down, he finally tasted the passing taste again in the long years, as if it was an indispensable part of his body, and after it was lost and regained, it was about to be taken away again.

In order to find the worm, he almost died in the mud of Yiyang Valley. It was his own fault, and the consequences were still borne by him. Fortunately, he was not late this time, and she could still live, and sat here with confidence to ridicule him.

"You can rest." Baili Kaorama didn't want to say anything more, so he got up and put her back, picked up the corner of the quilt for her and prepared to leave.

"Why are you still the same as you did back then, you like to make decisions for me, decide to die, decide to live... You are really unchanged, selfish, and selfish."

Baili Fengjian was walking to the door, and his body paused slightly. He turned his face sideways, and there seemed to be tears in the corner of Qingming's eyes. Perhaps it was just that the wind was too strong when he pushed open the door.

"What exactly should I do to draw a clear line with you." Her voice came from behind.

He heard the movement of her getting up from the bed and staggering to the ground, and finally turned her back to her indifferently.

Reciting three thousand volumes of scriptures, Cao Xi's sentence died.

"Do you still have to clear your life? Ache? Or red clothes?"

He laughed softly, closed the door, and left without looking back.
Chapter completed!