The autumn wind is rustling, and the moonlit night is quiet.
On the big bed in Shuoxin Pavilion, a figure was lying quietly, and Beitang Shuo, who was haggard, was guarding the side, staring at the face of his eyes closed and pale face without a moment.
Wen Xining has been in a coma for three days and three nights.
Although the wound on her body had healed under Chu Yan's treatment, and the toxicity in her body was basically controlled by the combined force of Mu Lifeng and Chu Yan, it was just a control and could not be removed at all.
Mu Lifeng's true energy has been exhausted, and Chu Yan's spiritual power has also been exhausted. The two of them are not much better than Wen Xining now.
Beitangshuo had been sitting next to Wen Xining's bed for three days and three nights, not eating, drinking, sleeping, or talking. He just held her hand and waited for her to wake up.
The crown prince enactment ceremony, which was originally scheduled to be yesterday, was postponed due to Wen Xining's injury.
With a "crunch", the door was gently pushed open, and Quan'er walked in with a plate.
When she saw the food on the table remained intact, tears flowed down her face.
"Prince, can you eat something?"
She looked at Beitangshuo and persuaded him with a sad voice.
But Beitangshuo still had no reaction like the previous few times, and his whole body was like a sculpture, motionless.
"Prince!"
Quan'er ran to his side a few steps, and knelt beside him "thump", tears became more and more fierce.
"Prince, you should kill me. It's all because of my servant. The princess is like this. I deserve to die..."
Beitangshuo still didn't move, but after a moment, a dry sound rang in Quan'er's ears.
"Damn it, it's me."
Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for a long time that Beitangshuo was hoarse and dull, which made Quan'er stunned for a long time before realizing that it was him talking.
He suddenly looked up at Beitangshuo, but he heard the rustling voice continue:
"It's me that didn't protect her, it's me who watched her get hurt, it's me, it's me..."
He kept saying that he would protect her and kept asking her to stay by his side, but in the end he didn't even know when she would put the Xuan Bingzhu on her.
In the end, she was still protecting herself.
Quan'er has been by Beitangshuo for so long. He has seen him stupid, he pretended to be pitiful, he has also seen him with a strong spirit and domineering attitude, and he has also seen Shura, who is like a dark night, burned people with a wave of his hand.
He was ashes, but he had never seen him so sad, so regretful, and so helpless.
Quan'er's heart hurts very much because she knows it. If the lady wakes up and sees the prince become like this, she will definitely be sad.
"Prince, shouldn't you do this?"
Quan'er knelt forward for a few steps, reached the edge of Wen Xining's bed, looked up at Beitangshuo, whose eyes were still on Wen Xining's face,
"Prince, please eat something. The lady needs your care. If the lady wakes up and you fall down, she will definitely be sad, Prince..."
Beitangshuo's head finally moved, turned his head and looked down at Quan'er.
The haggard face, the green scum full of chin, the deep concave eyes, and the blood-filled eyes scared Quan'er.
Quan'er covered her mouth and tried hard not to cry, looking at Beitangshuo in front of her with disbelief.
Is this still the handsome and beautiful Prince Shuo like a banished immortal?
Beitangshuo's gaze clearly fell on Quan'er's body, but the focal distance seemed to be wandering far away, and he spoke quietly:
"You said, Ningning will be sad?"
Quan'er let go of her covered mouth and nodded.
"Miss will definitely be sad to see what you are now."
After hearing Quan'er's words, Beitangshuo was silent for a moment, raised his head slightly, and his eyes turned to the food that Quan'er placed on the table.
After a moment of hesitation, he finally let go of Wen Xining's hand tightly and stood up slowly.
Because he had been sitting for too long, his legs and feet were already numb, but this stop made his body stagger.
"Prince..."
Quan'er quickly stood up and supported him, but was pushed away silently by Bei Tangshuo, and then walked towards the table step by step.
It was only a few steps away, but he walked for a long time and finally sat down at the table. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
When Quan'er saw that he was eating the cold rice and cold dishes he had before, he hurried forward and said:
"Prince, this has become cold, you can eat this."
As he said that, he pushed the hot rice he had just brought to him.
But Beitangshuo seemed to have not heard of it, and he still squeezed the rice hard, muttering in his mouth:
"I want to eat, I have to eat. Only with strength can I take good care of Ningning and protect Ningning."
"Okay, then you eat slowly, I will pour you a cup of tea."
Quan'er poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him, then turned off the beginning, unable to bear to see Beitangshuo's voracious look.
Looking at the person on the bed, Quan'er held her hands in front of her chest, and kept praying in her heart:
"Miss, wake up quickly, otherwise the prince will really collapse."
But Wen Xining on the bed still didn't move.
It was dark and it was raining heavily.
In the muddy mountains, Wen Xining was carrying 30 kilograms of weight and was doing polar special training.
There are still 5 kilometers away from the target, but there are only 10 minutes left.
If she can't run within ten minutes, she will not be able to graduate.
The heavy rain hindered her vision. The muddy mountain made her difficult to walk. The camouflage uniform soaked in the rain was even more heavy. In addition, the 30 kilograms of weight on her back made Wen Xining feel that she was already unable to move forward.
Wen Xining didn't know if she was the first or the last one.
Because she had lost her teammates before and after, she was accompanied by the sound of "swinging" rain and the howling wind.
Heavy foot stepped on a rock, but the foot slipped, and "thumped", Wen Xining lay on the ground, mud and water splashed, blurting her eyes, the mansion on her back was loaded and her chest was resting.
The rocks, double attacks, made her spurt blood out.
The body was powerless, and in my eyes, except for rain, it was rain, but my consciousness was gradually getting blurred.
Wen Xining felt that she would not have to graduate because she would "sacrifice" in this world where she only had her.
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