After staring at each other for a long time, he opened his mouth and said in a very light but firm voice: "This is true."
Zhao Pei was stunned for a moment, and then tears welled up in her eyes. She threw herself on his chest and sobbed. She murmured, "Even if you lied to me, I am satisfied."
His chest was shaking slightly when he spoke, but she could hear the rest of his words clearly. "Really. I'm not kidding you. What nonsense are you talking about, life or death?" He then hugged her tightly and stroked the top of her head with his chin.
Zhao Pei's heartstrings relaxed, but she was infinitely sad. She felt cold all over and tried her best to restrain herself from falling asleep, fearing that if she fell asleep, she would never wake up.
"I'm sorry. I've been lying to you and hurting you. But I can't... I can't give you happiness." Xiao Tong said slowly, each word was heavy, as if it contained all his burdens. After that, he let out a long sigh, as if a huge stone weighing a thousand pounds had been lifted off his shoulders.
Zhao Pei lay in his arms, listening silently and crying silently. All those grievances and sufferings were not in vain. She was a falling flower, and he was not a flowing water. But now... Such happiness came too late. He was the high and mighty prince. And she would become the seventh princess, his seventh sister, in the near future.
Her chest ached even more, and every breath she took was difficult. But she made up her mind to prop herself up and look up at him. Xiao Tong smiled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but froze in the next moment.
Her lips, soft yet cold, were imprinted on his lips.
Xiao Tong looked at her trembling eyelashes in disbelief. He wanted to lean back and move away, but found that his hands and feet were out of control.
Zhao Pei is very cold, and only clings to his warmth in this world. She is unwilling to let go, and she will not let go no matter what. He gives her hope, and she will hold on to it tightly. Even if there is an abyss of no return behind her. She only wants him.
Zhao Pei kissed him passionately and awkwardly, with happiness and pain intertwined together.
Xiao Tong sat there stiffly for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't stand it anymore and held her in his arms as if she wanted to be rubbed into his body. He kissed away the tears on Zhao Pei's face, wanting to burn her with his body so that she would no longer be cold.
All the evasion and forbearance burst out at this moment like a flood. Such a frantic look made him unable to think about whether it was right or wrong, and he no longer thought about his identity and ties. He wanted to grasp everything at this moment and not let himself regret it. Forgive his selfishness, and worry about his affairs after death. Even if he was left with desolation after a moment of pleasure, he didn't care.
In the cold night and the dreary rain, their wounded hearts are no longer lonely, but warm like spring. But after spring, there will be bleakness. Especially after waking up from such a beautiful and joyful dream, they are covered with wounds.
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In the second half of the night, Zhao Pei finally succumbed to her tiredness and fell into a drowsy sleep. Xiao Tong held her hot body and looked at her flushed cheeks silently.
"Deshi..." Zhao Pei murmured in her sleep, tenderly and gently. It was like a vine wrapped around his heart, unable to breathe for a long time, but willing to be bound. Xiao Tong shook his body and mind, stroked her smooth forehead, and whispered: "I'm here."
Zhao Pei rubbed against him like a kitten, without making any sound. He looked at her contented sleeping face and sighed heavily.
This time when they go back, he is still him, and she is still her. The two of them will never have this kind of interaction again. He has an urge to leave the mortal world with her, but he can't do it after all.
The fog in the mountain dissipated, and the sun lazily leaned on the top of the mountain. The fire flickered a few times and went out. Xiao Tong felt that it was time to take her back. After all, Zhao Pei was still running a fever and could not be delayed any longer. Thinking of this, he helped her lie on his back and endured the pain of the wound and walked out of the cave.
The dazzling sunlight instantly shot into his eyes, and Xiao Tong couldn't help shedding tears. The person behind him murmured, "Deshi... where are you going?"
"We need to go back. You need to see a doctor." Xiao Tong said calmly. He hadn't heard her speak for a long time, so he thought she was asleep. He lifted her up and rolled up his sleeves to find a gap to climb up the mountain. Her hot breath brushed his neck, and her hands rested weakly on his shoulders, swaying from side to side with her jade-like feet.
Xiao Tong forced himself not to think too much and climbed up with great effort, climbing up the rocks and branches. Fortunately, the slope was not too steep, otherwise they would have lost their lives long ago.
After an unknown amount of time, his hands and arms were cut with blood, and he felt a wet spot on his back, perhaps because the wound had split. But he did not feel any pain, and the most painful thing was his heart, which was barely beating.
He suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and was slightly startled, but did not stop. Zhao Pei leaned on his thin back, clinging to him tightly, crying silently. She did not want to go back, did not want to leave him. She did not want such happiness to be just a flash in the pan.
Subconsciously, she held him tightly with both hands. His neck was cold, and her tears were also cold.
“Deshi…” Zhao Pei called him, “Deshi… Deshi, Deshi” over and over again, afraid that he couldn’t hear her.
"This is the first time you carry me on your back, and it will also be the last time. Isn't it?"
Xiao Tong's chest tightened and he nodded slowly: "Yeah."
Zhao Pei burst into tears: "Okay."
Since this is bound to be a fleeting dream, why do you inject it with infinite expectations and hopes? Xu Zhaopei, Xu Zhaopei, you are really strange. You clearly hope to get such hope, but in the end you are afraid of regret. Are you afraid of such forbearance and separation, or are you afraid of wanting to love but not being able to love, wanting to hate but not being able to hate
"I will remember all this, remember it firmly. Even if it is a dream, even if it is just a passing cloud, I will never forget it. Deshi... I love you." Zhao Pei said these words with difficulty, as if she had used up all her strength. She loved him, whether she could love him or not, she loved him. The matchmaker pulled the strings and tied the knots, and they could never be untied in this life.
Xiao Tong was shocked all over, and he held onto a tree trunk, gasping for breath.
"Pei Pei. I..." Just as she said this, she heard a cry of surprise from above her head: "Miss!" Zhao Pei and Xiao Tong looked up and saw that it was Zi Ye. She didn't recognize Xiao Tong. Seeing him carrying Zhao Pei on his back, she frowned and turned around to call out to the person behind her: "Found it! Here!"
Zhao Pei loosened her grip on his shoulders slightly, and suddenly felt lost. This midnight... (To be continued)