Qiao Ran had a very bad premonition. She knew it would end sooner or later if this continued, but she couldn't ignore Qing Ye...
Qiao Ran left the East Palace and followed a child who was guiding him to the Changlin Road not far outside the East Palace -
Qing Ye was still wearing a snow-white robe, neatly sitting in the wheelchair gently and calmly, but her face was almost as transparent as death.
"Qingye..."
Qiao Ran called his name with trembling lips.
"Xiao Ran, I came here to say goodbye to you." Qing Ye tried to be as gentle as possible, even though her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't hear clearly.
Qiao Ran looked at him blankly and shook his head slowly and forcefully: "No! You can't leave!"
"It's so embarrassing." Qing Ye lowered his head and smiled, "I heard the troupe leader say that you are now rich and powerful, and you can still guarantee my immortality. He asked me not to disturb you, Xiao Ran... This is really what you want. Of?"
Qing Ye said, not waiting for Qiao Ran to answer, and smiled, her voice soft and almost inaudible: "Xiao Ran, I don't want the antidote... is that okay?"
"no… "
"I knew you were going to say that, so I really have to go."
"How are you leaving... Did you... didn't take the antidote?!"
Qing Ye just looked at her and smiled.
Qiao Ran burst into tears and asked with a choked voice: "Why don't you eat? Do you really want to die?!"
"Yes." Qing Ye replied softly.
Qiao Ran cried again. The confusion for many days finally made her collapse, "Why on earth are you doing this! Why can't you live well!?"
"I can't live!" Qing Ye seemed to shout, but because of this force, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
His snow-white robe was instantly dyed red...
Qiao Ran stared at him with red eyes, her pupils gradually dilated, "Qing Ye... Qing Ye, what's wrong with you..."
Qiao Ran suddenly knelt down on the ground, stretched out his hands with trembling hands, and grabbed Qing Ye's hand while shaking violently. Qing Ye closed her eyes and laughed softly, gasping and saying in a hoarse voice: "Little Ran, I won’t live much longer. I only ask you one thing, please don’t abuse yourself, okay?”
"Nonsense, how could you not survive!" Qiao Ran cried and held his hand tightly, "I promise you, if I leave him... it will be fine, it will always get better... Qing Ye, don't think too much..."
How could Qing Ye die...
Will not!
Qing Ye will not die!
Qing Ye slowly grabbed her hand and said softly: "You will leave him, right?"
Qiao Ran cried and nodded: "I will, I will..."
Qing Ye slowly hugged her into his arms, lowered his head and smiled slightly: "Okay, Xiaoran, I'll wait for you all day. Tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you outside the city. Come, let's go together, you If you don’t come, I’ll go alone... We made an agreement together before to see many mountains and rivers, and I really want to realize them one by one... "
Qiao Ran lay in his arms, sobbing.
The pungent smell of blood fills my nose...
Qing Ye was stubborn and didn't let her send it off. Instead, he called a carriage and went back.
But Qiao Ran was still standing there, worried about gains and losses, as if his soul was about to disappear...
When she opened and closed her eyes, all she could see was Qing Ye vomiting blood...
She was afraid.
I have never been so scared.
Qiao Ran turned around and walked towards the East Palace in a daze. When he raised his head, Sheng Bian Mo stood lazily leaning under a tree and watched her approach calmly.
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(Stand straight: I have saved the manuscript, and tomorrow’s fourth update will be at midnight.)
(End of chapter)