Xu Shi noticed the girl's puzzled eyes.
He seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and when he turned his head to look at Ye Qingluo, there was a signature warm smile on the corner of his mouth: "I want... to really let you go, if your gaze stays on me for a little longer, I will feel … I still have a chance to…”
He smiles.
The smile became more and more bitter.
"If you don't want to be haunted by people like me again in the future...you're still as heartless as you are now, just don't give me any hope."
Ye Qingluo's eyes flickered slightly.
Open your mouth to say something.
But Gu Jingyu's hand pressed against his lips.
"Don't talk, it will affect your body." He said softly.
Ye Qingluo nodded.
Gu Jingyu looked at her quietly for a moment.
The hand on his lips took a long while before it was slowly withdrawn.
When the fingers, put back on the knee.
His eyes have dimmed a lot.
...
The next two days.
Gu Jingyu has always been by his side, taking care of her.
Ye Qingluo also changed from the wound itching and pain from time to time to only itching. In the end, the wound could no longer feel any sensation.
Her throat can also slowly make a slight airflow sound.
She can also get out of bed and take two steps.
The Blood Bone Barbarian would come back two or three times a day.
Every time I just took a look at Ye Qingluo's situation, I left in a hurry.
Every time I see the blood bone barbarian.
Ye Qingluo always looked at the past with hopeful eyes.
But the Bone Barbarian King never gave her an answer.
No answer means no result.
Ye Qingluo was feeling anxious, but she also understood...
Right now, no result is the best result.
At least, there is no evidence to prove that her brothers all died in that mountain.
"Are you thinking about those people in Tianxiatuan again?" Gu Jingyu walked to a wooden chair next to Ye Qingluo's bed with a bowl of dark concoction, and sat down.
Ye Qingluo took the medicine.
The nose-piercing concoction smells extremely bad.
Rao Ye Qingluo couldn't even smell the ingredients of this concoction.
She drank the concoction expressionlessly.
Gu Jingyu took the empty medicine bowl, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "This is the last bowl of medicine, and the rest depends on your physique. Maybe the fragrance of Xuanyin will be exhausted, or it may not be until tomorrow."
Ye Qingluo nodded, looked at the man in front of him with an extremely warm smile on his face, and his pink lips moved slightly: "Thank you."
There was an almost inaudible airflow sound.
Gu Jingyu paused, and his smile became more and more warm: "This is what I do willingly, and you don't need to thank me."
Ye Qingluo lowered her eyes, turned slightly sideways, and leaned against the head of the bed.
The wound on her shoulder is still there.
It's just that now, the pink and tender flesh color of the wound has been restored, instead of the festering blackness before.
Gu Jingyu washed the dishes and put them away.
He returned to Ye Qingluo's bedside again.
He sat down and smiled lightly: "After today, we will no longer be strangers..."
He is smiling.
There is also a smile in the tone.
It can be heard in people's ears.
But it was so bitter.
"I miss... these three days."
Gu Jingyu chuckled again, and a gentle light flowed between his eyes, like a warm current, flowing into his heart.
"Thank you, too, for letting me dream for three days."
Ye Qingluo's slightly drooping eyelids finally changed slightly.
She raised her head, looked at Gu Jingyu, frowned slightly: "Are you leaving?"
His words sounded like a final farewell.
With the girl's gaze, the corners of Gu Jingyu's mouth became brighter: "Yeah... I said, I just want to save you."