The fire finally extinguished, the darkness eroded the last bit of light, and the cave fell into darkness.
Zhong Yuxi hugged the person in her arms tightly. He was still coughing, but it seemed much lighter than before. Every time he coughed, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and accompanied by rapid breathing, his chest
He was rising and falling violently, and she could feel his pain, as if someone had stuffed a piece of cotton into his chest. Although he could still breathe, every breath he took was very hard and difficult, and the breath he exhaled was often worse than the breath he inhaled.
many.
She kept touching his chest, hoping to reduce his pain. His head was buried in her chest. At this time, his fragile appearance was no longer the graceful, elegant and calm sixth prince. He was more like an ordinary person.
The man is suffering from illness at this time.
Zhong Yuxi pressed her face against his cold cheek. She couldn't imagine how cautious he had been in the past twenty years. He had lost a lot of fun in his childhood and could not raise a cool hound like other boys.
, he cannot play under the flowers, and even what he eats must be taken care of by a dedicated person. Everything around him is clean and spotless. His bed sheets and quilts must be changed every day, because the lint and hair inside will be harmful to him.
It was precisely because of this that his mysophobia became more and more serious. She still remembered the first time they met, she kicked her shoes on him, and his disgusted expression at that time, but now he
He is willing to change little by little for her, and this kind of love makes her both loved and loved.
She wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to be healthy and safe. He had always been paying for her, and she expected to use her own abilities to take care of him and protect him.
A tear slipped out of the darkness and fell on Xiaofeng's face.
Like the first drop of rain and dew on a long-drought rice field, he made a sound in her arms.
His cough symptoms have become much lighter, but his breathing is still not smooth.
"Madman." Zhong Yuxi stroked his face happily: "Do you feel better?"
He frowned, as if in response to her.
It seems that Xiao Jue's medicine is really easy to use and has already taken effect so quickly. However, the medicine can only temporarily suppress and relieve the symptoms, but cannot save him from danger. He needs to go to the hospital as soon as possible to receive the best treatment.
Time passed by minute by minute, and his breathing finally calmed down.
Zhong Yuxi didn't dare to close her eyes and kept rubbing his hand in the darkness. She wanted him to feel warm and let him know that she was always by his side.
After an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be some light outside, it must have been before dawn.
She moved her already numb body and softly called to Xiaofeng who was leaning on her chest.
"Madman, look, it's almost dawn. If you hold on a little longer, our rescuers will come soon."
After struggling for half the night, he was already exhausted. When he heard her cry, he finally woke up from his coma. There were black and blue circles under his eyes, his lips were pale and chapped, and his face was as haggard as a withered yellow leaf in autumn.
Seeing that he finally woke up, Zhong Yuxi couldn't help but smile happily, and hurriedly took some water and fed him a few sips.
Although his condition is under control, he is still on the verge of danger. The chest tightness still occurs irregularly, and every time it is extremely painful. If he can't stand it once, he may never wake up again.
"How long have I been sleeping?" His voice was hoarse and low, full of exhaustion.
"Five hours."
He struggled to sit up, but as soon as he was half upright, he fell down again. Zhong Yuxi quickly hugged him and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
"You must be tired, I'll lean against the wall to take a rest."
He was afraid that if he pressed her for too long, her body wouldn't be able to bear it.
"I'm not tired, just lie down and don't move." She stubbornly pressed his head back to her chest.
He actually laughed softly.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Zhong Yuxi always felt that his smile was very adulterous.
"Xixi, you are so soft here, it's very comfortable to lean on." He deliberately pressed his lips against hers, gently rubbing against her softness.
Zhong Yuxi blushed for a moment and her heart beat, but she didn't dare to move his head away, so she had to let him eat tofu openly. She couldn't help but wonder, was he really a patient, or was he just pretending?
But soon, he started coughing violently.
She felt distressed and quickly caressed his chest. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, tilted his head and fell back into her arms.
Zhong Yuxi wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with her hands, and kissed him there. Unstoppable tears filled the corners of her eyes: "Madman, I really want to share your pain, but I can't do anything. I really can't."
Very useless."
He slowly raised his hand, bent his index finger and gently rubbed her red nose: "I'm fine."
"In the future, I will definitely take better and better care of you and never let you get sick again."
"Xixi, I may die from my illness someday, so are you still willing to follow me?" The deep loneliness in his tone hurt Zhong Yuxi's heart.
This may be the reason why he has a cold personality for a long time, because as a person who doesn't even know how long he can live, he extremely rejects interacting with others. He has not played with others since he was a child, so that his personality becomes even worse when he grows up.
Cold, it's not that he doesn't love this world, but that the world abandoned him prematurely.
"I do." She squeezed his cold hand: "I am willing to follow you all my life."
"Even if I don't become the prince?"
He opened his eyes and asked very seriously.
Zhong Yuxi couldn't figure out what this had to do with whether he was a prince or not, so she nodded blankly: "Whether you are a prince or not, I will follow you."
He seemed to smile in relief. Although the smile was not obvious, it spread throughout his eyes.
"Xixi, it's almost dawn, do you want to hear a story?"
His voice was like a clear stream flowing in the mountains, dry and cheerful. Just listening to him speak made me feel extremely pleasant.
"Is it the story of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood?" Zhong Yuxi teased him.
He coughed a few times, breathed for a while, and smiled: "Do you want to hear the story of the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood?"
Zhong Yuxi rubbed his chest distressedly: "I don't want to hear it anymore. Have a good rest and stop talking."
He shook his head stubbornly, sat up slightly, and said, "Let me hug you."
She refused, so he squeezed her waist and placed her between his knees. With just a simple movement, he was so exhausted that he began to gasp.
Zhong Yuxi didn't dare to disobey him anymore, so she had no choice but to lean into his arms: "Then you say it, I'll listen."
A little bit of light fell in from the gaps in the grass and trees, falling on his face as pale as paper. His eyes seemed to pass through everything in front of him and drift far away.
"That was twenty years ago."
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