Yun Qingmin lowered his head and held her hand gently: "Don't be afraid, I'll help Liangzi rub it, I'll help Liangzi breathe..."

Qin Liang turned his head to look at him, and saw that he actually pouted his mouth slightly, and blew on the reddish part of his wrist, tickling it gently.

"Ha, Dayun, itchy..."

"Does it still hurt?" Yun Qingmin looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up in a loving way.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..." Qin Liang lowered his head and his cheeks turned red.

Looking at this scene, Guo Yixue's heart seemed to stop beating, and seemed to beat even more violently. She felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Dayun...how could you do this to me...how could you do this to her...

Yiran noticed that Guo Yixue's body was shaking more and more violently.

"Yixue..."

She worriedly pulled Guo Yixue's hand, but her hand was strangely cold.

Outside the door, the maid's voice came: "Here comes the Medical Saint."

Lianhua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Cheshuo: "Medical Saint...Princess...she..."

Cheshuo walked into the room quickly and gave Lianhua a comforting smile: "I know, leave it to me."

He turned his head, glanced at the two people on the bed coldly, and then quickly walked towards Guo Yixue: "What did you tell me, can't you do it?"

Guo Yixue raised her head blankly, her eyes fell on Cheshuo, and she said softly: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

She can't do it.

Seeing Dayun being nice to others made Dayun push him away, feeling Dayun's disgust towards him, and gave all the kindness he should have had to others to others.

She can't do it.

It turns out that she overestimated herself, thought she could bear it, thought she could ignore all this.

She took a step back, her eyes no longer daring to fall on the two people in front of you.

She stared at Cheshuo closely, her fingertips trembling: "Cheshuo, I can't do it, I'd better leave, leave."

If you leave him, at least you can keep him out of sight, right?

If you leave him, at least you can still imagine that he is still like that, he is not good to others, right?

Cheshuo looked at her, and his original urge to scold her disappeared in an instant.

He sighed softly: "Okay, leave, I will take you away."

"Yes, I'm leaving. I'll come back when my Dayun comes to find me..." She murmured, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Let's go." Cheshuo held her shoulders, half hugged her, turned around, and walked out of the room step by step.

Guo Yixue did not look back or hesitate, but the tears that kept pouring out revealed her inner sadness.

She sobbed silently, her shoulders shrank, and her tears fell to the ground, leaving only a little trace of water, which evaporated after a while.

She wanted to leave Dayun. She didn't want to see Dayun like this again. Her Dayun would not treat her like this, nor would she treat others like this. Her Dayun was gone.

Che Shuo hugged her and when he walked out of the room, he looked back at Yun Qingmin coldly and opened his lips.

Yun Qingmin raised his head and looked at him, his brows furrowed tightly.

He saw the words on Cheshuo's lips: You'd better not remember her.

Remember her?

Who did he remember? Did he forget anyone?

No.

He has a very good memory and is unlikely to forget anyone.

But how did he get injured like this?

Carriage...dense fog...edge of the cliff...

...The masked man pulled her tightly and jumped down the cliff!

……"ah……!"

... She was pulled back violently, and her body flew into the air.

...He jumped down immediately and hugged her waist...

A fragment flashed through my mind.

My head suddenly hurt again.

"hiss--"

He let go of Qin Liang's hand.

He clenched his hands into fists and dug his nails deeply into the flesh of his palms. No matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain coming from his head.

It hurt like it was about to explode.

"Qing... Dayun... Dayun, Dayun, don't think about it, don't think about it..." Qin Liang hugged him tightly and shook his head: "Dayun, please don't think about it... don't think about it..."

Already..."

"It hurts..." Yun Qingmin clenched her hands into fists and frowned tightly.

... He grabbed hold of the trees on the edge of the cliff to prevent himself from falling.

...The blood on his arms and shoulders started to bleed out more because of his movements.

It hurts... My head hurts so much...

"Dayun... please, don't think about it, don't think about it..." Qin Liang cried, holding his waist, his clothes soaked with tears.

She was very afraid, afraid that Qingmin would remember something.

Yun Qingmin closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed his urge to think further, while his internal energy flowed through his body.

**

Che Shuo supported Guo Yixue and slowly walked towards her room.

The breeze blew their clothes and black hair, but it couldn't blow away the sad atmosphere around them.

Guo Yixue cried silently, and she was sobbing heavily.

Che Shuokong took out a small handkerchief and handed it to her: "Wipe it, don't cry."

Whether she blinked or not, the tears kept falling.

She took the small handkerchief with trembling fingers, but she couldn't wipe away the tears on her face.

"Stop crying, it's not good for the child, Yixue." He patted her back gently to help her calm down.

"I...I...can't...control..." She sobbed, her voice broken.

"Then just cry." He looked at her for a while and said indulgently.

As long as he is here, her child will be fine.

Lian Hua followed quietly. Seeing her princess crying like this, she felt uncomfortable, her eyes were red, and she shed tears silently.

Wow...The prince is so annoying...I will never say anything nice for the prince again...

Cheshuo knew that Lianhua was following behind. He turned around and saw that she was also crying. She was very helpless: "Lianhua, go get Yixue's things. She can live in my room. I'll go to another room."

"...Oh, okay, Medical Saint." Lianhua wiped the tears on her face, turned around and walked back.

Guo Yixue cried all the way to Cheshuo's room.

Cheshuo helped her sit on the chair, walked to the bedside, took out several porcelain jars, and looked at them.

She was still crying, but she no longer cried so uncontrollably.

He poured out four black pills, walked to her and handed them to her: "Wipe your tears, I can't cry anymore."

"Thank you... thank you..." Her shoulders twitched and she looked at the four pills in his palm for a while before reaching out to take them.

"Eat one piece at a time, you can bite it, it's not bitter." He said, looking at her swollen eyes, red nose, and pitiful lower lip that was bitten red by him, he sighed softly: "I'm almost going to be a mother.

There are people..."

"I...I don't want to..." She had a strong nasal voice, picked up one, put it into her mouth, and chewed it slowly like eating candy. It still had the same mint flavor and sweetness.

After eating one pill, then another, until all four pills were eaten, she seemed a little unsatisfied. She raised her eyes and looked at him, and said in a low voice: "Is there any more... I'm hungry..."
Chapter completed!