C131 (1/2)

The woman turned around. Her eyes were slightly swollen, but they still shone with a resolute and bright light. She nodded her head, her eyes clearly filled with pity and intolerance. Word by word, she said, ”Nangong, I must go and save them.”

She clearly knew the answer, but she still felt so sad when she said it. Nangong Liang felt as if his heart had been grabbed by something. It was extremely painful, and it was even more painful than when he had gotten sick during his childhood. However, he continued to smile as he spoke to the girl he liked the most in his life, ”If that's the case, I'll do my best to support you.”

If you are happy, I will be safe. In a play, you guys are the protagonists of each other, a lively opening scene, a lively singing scene, I'm just a clown with ink on his face, it's good enough to make you laugh, who knows if that clown is sad or not.

He turned his back and sparkling water began to fall from his eyes. It was like a drop of autumn dew.

Nangong Jean reminded himself that this was just an early autumn dew.

Su Yuewu didn't see his tears. So what if she did? Her heart was very small, and she had Tian Tian, who was very considerate. With Leng Fanyun, who seemed cold but was actually gentle, she couldn't tolerate anyone else. Since Nangong was so good, how could she create new problems?

She decided not to look for Nangong every day. She just stayed in her house every day and only saw Lin Guhong and Jiang Lingbo. Nangong had come to find her a few times. He was an astute and intelligent person, so how could he not understand what she meant? Yet, he had never come back.

It was midsummer, but the atmosphere in the mansion was both cool and depressing. Bing'er placed the tray in front of Su Yuewu's door, sighed, and turned to leave.

She walked along the cobblestone path in the courtyard, a little out of sorts. He didn't notice that all of a sudden, a maid in green showed up. She was full of tears, and she bumped into Bing-Er. She looked up at Bing-Er and said anxiously, ”Sister Bing-Er, can I trouble you to go and see my master? I will call the doctor first.” Ignoring the formalities, he gave Bing'er a blessings and turned to leave.

Bing'er saw her stumble out. She had some doubts, but she still walked quickly to Nangong Jean's courtyard.

Just as he entered, he saw another maidservant carrying a man in green robes. She cried as she said, ”Young master, please wake up …”

Bing-Er saw him. Her face was pale like paper. The only color of blood was the blood that flowed down from the corner of his mouth all the way to his chest.

Bing-Er was surprised and said, ”Why aren't you helping your master onto the bed?”

Seeing that someone finally came, she quickly wiped her tears and said, ”Sister Bing'er, you finally came. I am unable to carry Young Master by myself, so may I trouble you to help me carry Young Master onto the dao bed? ”

The two of them clumsily carried the unconscious Nangong Ran onto the bed. Bing-Er took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood off his face. She asked, ”What's wrong with your master? How come he fainted and vomited so much blood?”

I've already brought water and used a wet handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face. Her hands were still shaking as she said, ”Young Master has been depressed for the past few days, and basically didn't eat anything. She also threw up after eating, but just when she was about to eat, she suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood and fainted.”

She sat there in a daze and said, ”Young master has not been like this for a long time. Sister Bi'er and I are both shocked. If young master has any mishaps, how can I be alright?” She began to cry again.

Seeing her like that, Bing-Er frowned and said, ”The doctors are still in the future, what do you think you are? Hurry up and wake up. When the doctor prescribes the medicine, you'll be the one to serve the soup. ”

Seeing her so serious, the servant immediately pulled her hand and asked, ”Sister Bing'er, you said that your master will be fine, right?”

Bing'er slowly pulled her hands away from her body. As she caressed her back, she said, ”It's alright, Young Master Nangong is like the heavens, you will definitely be fine.” The servant nodded, but didn't see the worry and fear in Bing-Er's eyes.

The two sat there in a daze. Bing-Er suddenly asked, ”What was your master writing that made him spit out blood?”

I stood up and brought Bing'er to where he was sitting. The paper of the Pure Heart Pavilion was splattered with a large pool of blood, shocking everyone who saw it. Bing'er slowly picked up the paper. It was filled with his handwriting.

What Nangong had given up was cursive script. Normally, words were written in an elegant and unrestrained manner, but this piece was written in a messy and messy manner. It was clear that he had not been ready to write it down. It was a Buddhist scripture that coincidentally said: ”A person who loves desires is like a torchbearer against the wind.”

The piece of paper slowly fell down from Bing-Er's hand. It fell onto the table like a dying butterfly. There were tears in Bing-Er's eyes. So it was like this. It should have been like this a long time ago. She bit her lips to keep herself from crying.