Yixuan saw Third Brother holding the mistress’s hand, burying his face in her palm.
Third Brother’s voice was hoarse, and Yixuan saw him shedding tears, crying.
Even during the hardest tis, he had never seen Third Brother like this before, but now Third Brother seed as fragile as if he could not withstand a single blow. Yes, she is his life, it’s like this.
That night, Yun Ge left. Fengsu also departed, seemingly after receiving news from Qing Yue, discovering Shi Yi’s whereabouts.
The two left one after the other. The next morning, Dong Huiying awoke from a stupor, only to find Shujun lying on the bed, holding her securely in his arms.
She moved slightly, startling the man awake. "Shujun..." She saw the stubble sprouting on Shujun’s chin—a man always so well-grood, knowing she disliked beards—and it seed rare to see him in such a disheveled state.
"Awake?" His complexion was haggard, with deep shadows under his eyes, yet he smiled with joy. "You can’t sleep anymore, even if you want to, at least eat before you do."
After that, he swiftly got up, helped the mistress get dressed, and carried her to the kitchen. During this ti, Dong Huiying felt dizzy, almost falling asleep several tis, but each ti, he woke her up.
She mustered her strength, "Mm, I won’t sleep anymore."
It seed her condition was quite bad.
While sleeping, she lost track of ti and wasn’t sure how long she had slept, but seeing Shujun’s weary appearance, she understood her situation wasn’t optimistic, and as he hid it from her, the more he hid, the more it ant she perhaps...
She thought of Yun Ge and suddenly smiled: "Later, bring the Golden Needle. If I keep sleeping like this, I’ll be ruined."
"Golden Needle?"
"Yes, Golden Needle Acupuncture, it can wake up a bit. Don’t worry, it won’t harm the body." Even if it does, she must hide it so as not to worry him.
She secretly checked her pulse, and while it was still normal, her body was weakened; this Resurgence was indeed strange.
Dong Huiying drank half a bowl of clear porridge, after which Shujun brought her the Golden Needle, she applied it herself, and the persistent drowsiness finally dissipated a little.
Seeing this, Shujun was imdiately delighted. It had been a long ti since he’d seen the mistress so alert.
He held her, walking around, taking her to the mountaintop to watch the sunset. She seed to grow onto him, and he never let her down.
Dong Huiying asked about Zhi Chen, and after Shujun told her that Zhi Chen and the others had gone to pick fruit for her, she asked about Yixuan and Wu Wang, to which Shujun said Wu Wang had been sent back to Chuixue Manor by Yixuan.
Dong Huiying pondered over her "illness," when she inadvertently caught sight of a small herb from the corner of her eye, slightly stunned. "Shujun, I want that."
He went to pick it for her; anything she ntioned, he would do, anything to make her happy.
Grasping the little herb—it was an insignificant dicinal herb.
She tore off a leaf, chewed it, and swallowed, but suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Xiao Hui..." He was flustered, bewildered.
Dong Huiying’s breath weakened. How did her body co to this? This little herb was a Stay-awake Herb, supposed to be invigorating, but she couldn’t even withstand such a tiny bit of its properties.
"Xiao Hui, don’t leave ," holding her tightly, burying his face in her chest, his voice trembling, "Don’t leave , don’t... these few years have been too short for , don’t leave ..."
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