But Qiao Ran stood under the horse and looked at Qing Ye's pale smile. She couldn't laugh, not at all.
She felt sad, really sad.
She doesn't know why things have to develop into the situation they are today...
So desperate.
It's that feeling of not seeing any hope at all.
Qing Ye stretched out his hand to her and said softly: "Xiao Ran, come here."
Qiao Ran still stood there, shaking her head and trying her best to squeeze out a smile, but she still couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. She couldn't help but ask him: "Qing Ye, we are leaving, you what to do?"
Qing Ye still had a very gentle attitude: "It's okay, I have already thought of a way out."
Qiao Ran looked at him with tears in her eyes and asked, "What kind of... way out?"
However, Qing Ye just looked at her with a smile and did not answer anything immediately.
"Without the antidote, are you ready to wait for death?" Although Qiao Ran was not willing to ask such desperate words so directly, she really didn't know what else to say other than asking this.
"It's okay." Qing Ye smiled at her gently, still looking so calm and unhurried, "When you're alive, you look like you're alive, and when you die, you look like dead. What matters is the posture. I'd rather finish the last part of my life happily. Cheng, I don’t want Xiaoran to do such a thing, at least, I can’t live like that.”
After hearing what he said, Qiao Ran's tears fell even more fiercely. She choked with sobs and still couldn't help but want to persuade him: "Let's go find the troupe master! I'll beg him to give you the antidote. We all Live well, okay, Qingye?"
Qing Ye didn't hesitate at all, but sighed helplessly and whispered to Qiao Ran, "What if he threatens you again to find that prince?"
Qiao Ran looked at her with tears, speechless at all.
"Look, the results are the same... Xiaoran, I beg you, even if it is to fulfill my last wish, please accompany me for another walk, okay?" After Qing Ye said this, he couldn't hold back anymore. He coughed loudly.
Seeing how uncomfortable he was coughing, Qiao Ran didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly got into the carriage and helped him cover him with the blanket on his legs. He lowered his wet eyes and choked: "Stop talking, I promise." you."
Qiao Ran never thought how sad a person could be, but she looked at Qing Ye smiling slightly and choosing the path of death calmly, and there was nothing she could do to stop her. That feeling was like that. Sad, so sad that it makes you want to die.
When the carriage set off, Qiao Ran knew that he was getting further and further away from Beicheng...
Similarly, she understands more clearly that the further away from Beicheng, the shorter Qingye's survival time will be...
No matter which way of life or death, no matter which choice it is, Qiao Ran doesn't feel the slightest bit of hope at all...
What she didn't even know was how she was going to face Qing Ye, who was going to be in pain more and more day by day...
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This was Xu Cenran's third assessment. When he came out of his apartment, as always, his not-so-obedient child ran over to wait for him.
Perhaps because he had come to Biju more often, the guard became familiar with Ji Xiao and knew that she was here to wait for someone.
(End of chapter)