"Wei'er cares about me, wouldn't I be unhappy?" The smile on Ye Moyan's face seemed to grow stronger.
"It seems that the injury is still minor." Ling Xuewei said angrily.
Yemo Yanren laughed softly, but accidentally touched the wound, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Ling Xuewei immediately became nervous, "I told you to stop moving!"
Ye Moyan responded, then lazily raised his eyes, "Tired."
"Then lean on me."
"Um."
Ye Moyan really leaned over.
Guan Zhixing's hand shook and he almost poked Ye Moyan.
But he soon adjusted and concentrated on treatment.
Ling Xuewei hugged Ye Moyan, letting Ye Moyan's head rest on the crook of his neck, and carefully avoided the wound on his back.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Moyan was very quiet, and soon the wound was treated.
The remaining internal injuries require a good rest.
"alright."
Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief and was about to call Ye Moyan, but found that Ye Moyan fell asleep leaning against her!
The tiredness and exhaustion on Ye Moyan's eyebrows made her feel very distressed.
"Miss Ling..."
"Shh."
Ling Xuewei gestured to Guan Zhixing, then waved to him, Guan Zhixing nodded, stood up and left.
Ling Xuewei stayed with him in the spiritual spring, and the water of the spiritual spring was beneficial to their recovery from injuries.
When she almost recovered to 30%, she summoned Xiaoli to help Ye Moyan dispel the cold air.
After half an hour, his complexion improved a lot.
The visitor who came over saw Guanzhixing and felt relieved.
After one day, the coldness completely lifted.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling sore all over her body. She felt dizzy. As soon as her heartstrings, which had been strained for so many days, relaxed, fatigue came over her like a mountain. She tilted her head and fainted.
Ye Moyan woke up and saw this scene. The woman was lying in his arms, her face was tired and pale.
His heart twitched, he leaned over and picked up Ling Xuewei, and walked to the bamboo house.
"Dad, are you awake?" A Yuan ran over with a face full of surprise.
"Sister Fairy..."
"Go and lift the quilt!"
A Yuan responded and hurriedly ran in and lifted the quilt. Ye Moyan put Ling Xuewei on the bed and covered her with her. His slender hand touched her forehead. She had a fever!
"Master, you're awake!" Guan Zhixing came over after hearing the news.
"Go get a basin of water, she has a fever."
"yes."
When the water was brought, Ye Moyan took a cloth, moistened it, and wiped Ling Xuewei's face and hands.
Guan Zhixing checked and said, "Master, Miss Ling has been exhausted from running around for days. In addition, she was seriously injured before and used her spiritual energy rashly before the injury healed, so..."
"She was injured? When?"
Ye Moyan's voice deepened.
"Just a few days ago, the young master was kidnapped. Miss Ling must have been injured during the tribulation, and her right arm was seriously injured. She didn't say anything because she was worried about you."
Ye Moyan's mood was turbulent and difficult to describe.
Wei'er, why are you so stupid?
In the past, he always thought that there was someone else in Wei'er's heart. He approached him because he regarded him as that person, or because they had similar looks.
But now...
Sporadic fragments flashed through his mind from time to time, and the familiar feeling on Ling Xuewei made him more and more certain that he was the person in Wei'er's heart.
In a daze, Ling Xuewei opened her eyes, "Ye Mo Yan..."
His chest shook, as if he had been hit hard by something!
Countless pictures suddenly emerged in my mind, like a horse racing through flowers, flashing by...
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Why...
These strange images always appear in his mind...
Why...
He has no memory of these scenes.
The man's face, which had always been obscured by the images in his mind, seemed to clear away the clouds at this moment, and he finally saw the man's face clearly!
That's him!
He is also the man in the portrait!
The thought in his mind became stronger and stronger! He desperately wanted to know who he really was?
Is it Mo Jiusu? Or Ye Moyan?
After a while, his headache gradually subsided, and Guan Zhixing looked nervous, "Master?"
"I'm fine."
"Send a message to Master and ask him when the old man will come back."
"yes."
Maybe Master knows the truth.
…
When Ling Xuewei woke up again, she saw Ye Moyan at a glance.
Ye Moyan was keenly aware of the movement, opened his eagle eyes, and saw that she was awake, her eyes soft.
"Are you awake? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"pain……"
"Where?" Ye Moyan looked at Ling Xuewei nervously.
Ling Xuewei raised her arm and groaned, "Arm..."
"Such a serious injury, of course it hurts. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well... isn't that forced by the situation..."
Looking at Ye Moyan's tense face, Ling Xuewei carefully stretched out her hand, grasped his sleeve and shook it, "Are you angry?"
Ye Moyan pursed his thin lips tightly.
"I didn't mean it, please don't be angry, okay?" Ling Xuewei acted coquettishly at Ye Moyan. I'm hungry and thirsty now, and the wound still hurts. Can you feel sorry for me?"
Meeting Ling Xuewei's pitiful eyes, Ye Moyan's heart suddenly softened.
"Drink water."
"You hug me."
Ye Moyan glanced at her, carefully lifted her up and leaned on him, and gave her water. After drinking three cups in a row, Ling Xuewei's dry throat was slightly relieved.
He wiped the corners of Ling Xuewei's mouth with a handkerchief.
Ling Xuewei looked at Ye Moyan, and she felt that Ye Moyan was particularly gentle today.
The two people's eyes met, and there were vague sparks surging.
Ye Moyan slowly approached and kissed her. He was extremely gentle, treating her like a treasure.
Ling Xuewei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and Ye Moyan let her go.
Their foreheads were touching, and Ye Moyan gently hugged Ling Xuewei.
"Wei'er, don't get hurt again."
"sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault?" Ye Moyan smiled and stroked her long satin hair, "Are you hungry?"
He changed the subject.
"Yes!" Ling Xuewei nodded, "I want to eat meat."
Ye Moyan laughed softly.
Ling Xuewei pursed her lips, "Why are you laughing? I haven't eaten well these days, or I just eat dry food. I just want to eat something hot and fragrant, preferably spicy."
"Your injury is not healed yet, so you can only eat something light, just vegetable porridge."
"Ah? You've already decided and you still ask me."
Ye Moyan squeezed her palm and said, "I'll come as soon as I go."
Looking at Ye Moyan's back, Ling Xuewei smiled.
Looking at his tense face, Ling Xuewei just wanted to tease him.
At this time, a little head popped out of the door, it was A Yuan.
"Sister Fairy..."
"A Yuan, come here." Ling Xuewei waved to A Yuan, and the little guy ran over with his short legs, crawled onto the bed, and looked at her with red eyes.
"elder sister……"
"Why are you crying? Be good and don't cry." Ling Xuewei hurriedly wiped A Yuan's tears, but the little guy was like a faucet that couldn't stop.
"elder sister……"
A Yuan carefully held her hand, his big eyes full of tears, "Sister, does it hurt?"
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