However, these words did not cheer her up. [26nbsp;] She closed her eyes, no one knew what she was thinking.

When he looked over, he could only see her like a withered flower, trembling slightly in the wind.

"Your Majesty...are you lying to me..."

He was shocked.

She opened her eyes, looked at him slowly, and laughed miserably.

"Your Majesty, I know that I can't get better..."

"Shui Lian, don't think so wildly, you will definitely get better..."

She lowered her eyelids, which was the most white lie.

Every doctor will not directly tell the patient: You are hopeless, prepare for the funeral immediately.

No, no, they never do that.

They will only tell the family members the truth.

But where are your family members?

She suddenly covered her face and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, please go and don't come back again..."

The words were choked in his throat, he pulled up the quilt and covered his face.

It was a pair of big hands that pulled back the quilt.

He took a step back and stood in front of her bed. The smile on his face was gentle and sincere, just like when she first met him many years ago.

It's a bouquet of flowers that has dried up. Only a faint lingering fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.

"Water Lotus, this is your favorite rose. And this night pearl, have you forgotten it? I have been waiting for you to get better. No matter what you go through, it will not change..."

She suddenly remembered that there were so many lingering days and nights in the small dark room, so many happy days, how could she not feel better???

And Your Majesty, he is so haggard for himself, how can he be worthy of him if he doesn't get better again?

The despair in my heart suddenly dissipated - oh, I will get better.

It will definitely get better.

As long as His Majesty says it can be done well, then it will definitely be done well.

She looked at his haggard face. These days, he was even more uncomfortable than she was. What should she do if she was infected again?

"Your Majesty, you can go back and rest. You don't have to come to see me every day..." She emphasized, "From now on, you can just come once every ten days... If you come every day, I'm afraid of infecting you, so I won't get better..."

"No, I'll come once every two days."

"Five days!"

She was very stubborn and he had no choice but to agree.

She watched his back disappear at the door of Luohua Palace, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist: There is no dutiful son in front of a long-term illness - Your Majesty, he will not give up on himself, right? No matter how long it takes, he will not give up, right?
Chapter completed!