Day after day, he never gets tired of taking care of her, and never borrows help from others.
At that time, it was probably her happiest time.
There was no act of resistance, no indifferent and isolated eyes, and no words that kept hurting others.
This is precious enough to her.
She never expected that he would be happy with her because she saved him. Yes, she was so humble, becoming more humble day by day.
When she picked him up... yes, forgive her for using the word 'picked up', because at that time he was really in an extremely embarrassed state, as if he had been abandoned.
Fortunately, she met the old monk by chance and had superb medical skills. She managed to rescue him, snatched him from the hands of King Yama and gave him back to her.
Therefore, Concubine Hua was very grateful to the old monk. During that year, she and he stayed in such a small temple.
That year, her mood was complicated. On the one hand, she hoped that he would wake up, but on the other hand, she hoped that she would always be like this, so that she could always have someone who would not break her heart.
But more than anything, I still hope he wakes up.
If such a strong person had to stay in bed all his life, he would not be able to accept himself like this.
I don't know if her expectations were too high, but he finally woke up and survived as he wished.
But the day he woke up, she was afraid, afraid to face the disappointment, disgust, resistance and indifference in those open eyes.
She won't be able to accept it.
So she escaped. When he woke up, she did not witness it personally. She just hid behind the door and asked the old monk to explain. She also begged the old monk to hide her identity.
She is selfish and very selfish.
If she really hoped that he would not know about her, then the best way would be to erase her existence, but she was unwilling to accept that her hard work for a year had not received any trace, so she just asked the old monk to hide it. Conceal your identity rather than eliminate your existence.
She turned herself into a mysterious person who saved him, asking him to always remember her kindness and asking him to always care about her.
So she put one of her hairpins into his hand and watched him behind his back.
What made her happiest was when he asked the old monk about his existence. At that time, he was definitely thinking of her, even if he didn't know who she was.
A pitiful and humble thought.
Just like she is pitiful and humble.
How cowardly and vulnerable.
After he woke up, he spent another year in the temple to recuperate his body, from being confined to bed to walking slowly from behind. She saw the pain in her eyes and felt it in her heart.
He wanted to recover quickly regardless of the pain in his body. When he fell again and again, she wished she could rush out, help him up, and tell him that she would take care of him in the future, so he didn't need to be so eager. recover.
But Concubine Hua knew that she couldn't. Once she went out, she might have to face reality.
For countless nights, she could only take advantage of his sleep, take ointment, and carefully apply it to his wounds.
After applying the medicine, I was so distressed that I burst into tears.
Even though he was no longer the emperor, no longer the aloof emperor, she still hadn't changed.
She originally thought she fell in love with the emperor Baili Wenxiu, but now she clearly knows that she just fell in love with Baili Wenxiu. Even if the person she loves doesn't love her, it doesn't matter. .
Once, she lost everything in the palace, she made troubles, struggled, and lost her face. In his eyes, she was probably that woman with a vicious mind.
She will always remember that at that time, she gave up everything just to stay by his side. Even if she knew that he loved another woman in his heart, she was willing to do so. She even helped him make suggestions to get that woman back for him.
She had forgotten how powerful she was at that time, or maybe she hadn't realized that one day she would fall into such a deep relationship. This feeling was like a person falling into water, the more he struggled, the more he struggled. , the deeper he fell into.
She thought about coming back, but she couldn't. Everything she did from now on was terribly paranoid.
She didn't even keep that child, she wanted to keep it, and ended up in the cold palace. She thought she was dead, but in the end, she still survived, like a puppet.
Later, when the war broke out, she walked out of the cold palace and met the old monk. The old monk took her back to the temple. The war outside seemed to have nothing to do with her. But when she learned that he had gone to the allied country, she I don’t know where I got the courage to go alone.
It happened that at that time, she picked him up when he was about to die. She was thankful more than once for her foresight.
The old monk was the one who witnessed this bad fate. Seeing her in such pain, he couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Since your obsession is so deep, you might as well give it a try. Maybe things will turn around."
She was stunned for a moment.
The old monk added: "After all, the result won't be worse than now, right?"
Perhaps it was the old monk's last words that stimulated her. The next moment, she turned around and started running, trying to catch up with him.
But in the night, his figure had long disappeared.
She cried instantly, crying very sadly, crying like a child, hugging her knees and squatting on the ground.
The old monk who caught up suddenly felt regretful when he saw this scene.
"He's gone, he's really gone, he won't come back, he's gone..."
She kept repeating this sentence.
The cry was loud and clear.
The old monk was about to speak to comfort him, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white figure standing out from under the branches.
The old monk showed a pleased smile, said nothing, and then slowly withdrew.
"Why don't you tell me."
The familiarity of these four short words made her body tremble and her crying stopped abruptly.
She slowly raised her head, her pale face stained with tears. When she saw the white figure, she thought she was hallucinating.
He... didn't leave.
"you you… "
So many words came to me that I couldn't even say a word.
Baili Wenxiu slowly stepped forward and stretched out his hand, his fingers clearly knuckled.
"stand up
Bar. "
His tone was still gentle.
But she couldn't control her emotions anymore. She stood up suddenly, rushed towards him, and hugged him directly, regardless of whether he was disgusted or not.
"You didn't leave, you didn't leave!"
Baili Wenxiu was not used to being held like this, but he still accepted it without pushing it away.
After she regained her composure, she realized how inappropriate such a move was. She immediately let go of her hand, took a few steps back, and even wanted to turn around and run away.