Xue Bing put Luo Ling on the ground, rushed over and grabbed Yuwen Haoyu's collar: "Don't say it again, do you know? Ling'er didn't choose me. She only has you in her heart, you are the only one, Yuwen
Haoyu, do you understand what I said?"
Yuwen Haoyu looked at Xue Bing blankly and murmured: "You...what did you say? You said Ling'er didn't choose you? But me?"
"Yes, it's you, the person she chose is you!" Xue Bing said bitterly: "Do you know? When I saw your cold look just now, I wondered why Ling'er gave her heart to
If you didn't call me just now, but let me hold Ling'er away, then I swear that no matter whether Ling'er's injuries can be cured, I will not let her return to you!
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"Why do you want to tell me this?" Yuwen Haoyu gently took Xue Bing's hand away, stared at his eyes and asked, "Although I stopped you, you can still take Ling'er away,
Isn't it?"
"No!"
Xue Bing smiled bitterly: "Is it that in your heart that I am such a despicable person? Since you really love Ling'er, why should I force her to do anything?"
"I……"
"No need to say more!" A trace of determination suddenly flashed in Xue Bing's eyes. He never looked at Yuwen Haoyu again, and turned around and left: "Take Ling'er back to the palace and take good care of her!"
"What about you?"
"I'll go to Xuefeng to find a miracle doctor!" Xue Bing didn't look back, "I said, I can't believe in your imperial doctor in the palace."
...
One month later, Tinglan Palace.
"Is there still no way?" Yuwen Haoyu's face no longer had an expectation expression, as if this inquiry was a routine matter.
Sure enough, the imperial doctor shook his head.
"Okay, you go down." Yuwen Haoyu waved his hand, a little absent-minded.
It's been a month, and the imperial physicians in the palace have taken action, but there is no way to wake Luo Ling up.
She was still in a coma and was lying there quietly.
Don't move, don't laugh, don't talk.
There is no longer the vitality of the past and the laughter of the past.
Yuwen Haoyu sat there, gently holding Luo Ling's hand, his eyes full of deep affection. For the past month, he has been with Luo Ling, taking care of her and looking at her carefully.
"Ling'er, you must wake up. We have a long way to go!"
Yuwen Haoyu took a warm towel lovingly, wiped Luo Ling's face, then sighed softly, and walked outside.
As the sun sets, the willows on the deep palace walls are quietly watching a group of tired birds returning late flying in the sky.
He slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the willow tree, thinking about Ling'er's voice, appearance, and reminiscing about every bit of the past.
"Birds fly by without leaving any trace in the sky, but people always like to recall the past. Perhaps those birds without worries are happier than people!"
Suddenly, it seemed like a gust of wind blew, and the sound of the corners of the clothes fluttering.
Yuwen Haoyu hurriedly opened his eyes, but found Xue Yue standing in front of him.
"It's you?"
Yuwen Haoyu was first shocked, then turned into resentment. He remembered Xue Bing's words. It was the person in front of him. He was the murderer who killed Ling'er. It was because of him that Ling'er became what he is now.