Impossible!
Thus, in between, there were countless twists and turns, and it was incredibly cruel.
Even eating a al beca a matter of haste.
The physical burden grew heavier, and energy was continuously spent.
No idea how much ti had passed, Di Jinxuan only felt like she had died and co back to life, then lived and died again.
It was as if she had walked back and forth through the Gate of Hell multiple tis; every ti she wanted to fall into the boundless darkness, there was always a gentle voice pulling her out of it.
When she opened her eyes again, it was broad daylight, though she wasn’t sure about the exact ti.
But Nangong Jin had stopped moving.
He held her body as they curled up together, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The bed sheets and pillows felt fresh and clean; they must have been changed.
She wanted to speak but hesitated for a mont. Forget it—better not to disturb him; he was exhausted.
So, has the poison problem been resolved?
Because she no longer felt her body restless and uneasy.
Di Jinxuan couldn’t help but turn her eyes to look at Nangong Jin, only to find that even turning her head was extrely difficult. Her neck was sore, her entire body aching as if utterly worn out from a fierce battle. She had no strength left.
Nevertheless, she forced herself to turn her head, her tender gaze landing inch by inch on Nangong Jin’s face.
His complexion was pale, appearing overworked, but his breathtakingly handso face remained indescribable in its allure. At this mont, as he slept, he resembled an exhausted child—so serene, harmonious, and beautiful.
Just sleeping like this, he could enchant anyone. Though asleep, his sexy, slightly curved lips bore the gentle charm of a comic book prince, waiting for a princess’s delicate kiss.
Unable to resist, Di Jinxuan stretched out her hand and softly touched the lines of his brows. As expected, he did not open his eyes as he usually would, grinning and teasing her with, "Wife, you’re awake."
He must really be too tired.
Di Jinxuan withdrew her hand and moved her lips to press a soft kiss against his thin lips, being extra careful not to wake him.
Then, she turned her head and let out a heavy sigh. Her mind was a ss; truthfully, she was quite exhausted too, but there was no point in saying anything more about it now.
Though her body felt sore, the earlier sensation of being scorched by fire was gone, replaced with a faint sense of relief and comfort.
And as for her lower body—where there should have been tornted pain—it surprised her by feeling cool and soothing instead.
He must have applied that ointnt for her. Otherwise, how could she feel this way?
Such thoughtful little details he had considered moved Di Jinxuan deeply. She couldn’t help but turn her head again, pressing another kiss upon him, murmuring softly, "Brother Jin, I love you."
He slept like a child, but she knew she couldn’t continue resting. Earlier, he had given it all he had; now, it was her turn to take charge of everything.
Gently moving his arms that encircled her aside, Di Jinxuan supported her aching body and got up.
She picked up his phone and went to the bathroom, searching the contact list for Xiaowu’s number, instructing him to deliver two sets of clothes for them to wear later.
After giving Xiaowu instructions, Di Jinxuan then found the family doctor, Dr. Zhang, in Nangong Jin’s contacts and made a call.
"Master Jin." Dr. Zhang quickly picked up the call, his tone exceedingly respectful.
"Dr. Zhang, co to Nanyuan imdiately and bring your dical kit," Di Jinxuan said calmly.
"Oh, it’s the young mistress," Dr. Zhang exclaid hurriedly. "Has sothing happened?"
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