Early winter.
Snowflakes like goose feathers began to fall in the sky. She squinted her eyes, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
I can't say I like it, but I can't say I don't like it either.
She wore a purple soft silver lily skirt, with a beaded flower hairpin inserted sideways into her long black hair. She looked particularly elegant and refined standing in the snow.
The route he walked in the palace every day was very similar, passing through the imperial garden full of plum blossoms. On the left was the Hall of Supreme Harmony where the morning dynasty was held, and on the right was Mo Ye's bedroom.
His health has been getting worse and worse these days, and he almost never gets out of bed.
When Luo Qingchen walked to him step by step, he moved his eyelids, but never opened them.
She just watched over him and knew when he would return.
I went to the library and read some information about poisons. This kind of chronic poison is called 'Gu', which is a product of the Feng Dynasty.
Today, Mo Ye is already terminally ill and there is no cure.
Luo Qingchen put down the book, took a deep breath, and her eyes turned slightly red.
No way, no way, no way.
She had no choice but to wait for his death.
That's a really suffocating thing...
The winter solstice is three days later.
Mo Ye's personal Eunuch Li came to the Shimmer Palace to look for her and brought her the news that Mo Ye had woken up.
This may be the last time he wakes up!
"You're here!" His voice was very soft, and he seemed to have no strength, but he reached out to grab her wrist.
At that time, he was the most handsome man in the entire Mo Dynasty. Now, his temples are already gray.
The palace maid brought the soup up. She shook her head slightly and said, "Take it."
Nowadays, it doesn't seem to matter whether you drink or not.
But he opened his eyes and said coquettishly: "This is the only thing you boil for me, I must drink it."
She didn't reply, just watched him finish the soup and then leaned heavily on her shoulder.
The cold wind blew in outside the window, and her body trembled slightly, suddenly feeling a little scared.
I saw him struggling to pick up the quilt, wrap her up and say: "After I leave, you have to take good care of yourself. Eat whatever you want, and don't force it when you are full. Don't be afraid, I will take care of everything here. Well, including the Guards you are most worried about."
"Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense..." She reluctantly spoke in a gentle voice, but her heart twitched, feeling particularly uncomfortable.
"I'm dying, I know." He slowly raised his hand, with a slightly cool voice floating around, and gently touched her face and said, "Don't be afraid, no one can bully you."
Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled, and she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say a word.
Such an extremely sad atmosphere surrounded her, and she was afraid that she would burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth.
Although it was the story of the original owner, at this moment she seemed to have experienced it herself, so sad.
"Girl, I'm sorry..." His voice trembled, as if he had used up his last bit of strength to say word by word in her ear: "I may not be able to finish what I owe you in this life. If there is a next life..."
He paused, his voice choked with sobs, and buried himself in her arms and said, "I'll pay you back, okay?"
Next life, next life, next life...
What a far-off agreement, what they can't accomplish in this life with all their strength and life, what's the use in the next life.
"You...answer me..."
There was a moment of silence before he spoke with difficulty, as if waiting for her answer.
He owed her too much, and his guilt prevented him from liking or falling in love with others.
After all, there has to be an ending.
Luo Qingchen bit her lip and said, "Okay." (To be continued)