Chapter 1272
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He was still dressed like a nouveau riche.
Against the sunlight, his entire body shone with a dazzling golden light.
In an instance, God Thief was already standing in front of Long Yun Zhan as he held onto Long Yun Zhan's shoulder, "Qing Luo that lass didn't come back with you? Don't tell me … you were beaten up badly in an inter-class competition? "
"We won the competition." He interrupted Holy Pirate's wild thoughts. "Take these doctors and check their pulses. We can talk about the rest later." Long Yun Zhan coldly replied.
After saying that, he led the twenty or so doctors to the youngsters' rooms.
The old house, which had been silent for a long time, gradually became extremely lively.
The doctor came and went.
Zhao Bo and the others listened to the doctors' instructions and ran back and forth to help.
…
Yan Xiao Yi's room.
Qiao Jin sat by the bed and used a towel to wipe the cold sweat off Yan Xiao Yi's forehead.
That delicate little face was now as pale as a sheet of paper.
Her usually fiery red lips were now devoid of any color.
His breathing was extremely heavy, and from time to time, he would let out soft moans of pain.
Her eyebrows were tightly knitted together, as if she was enduring the intense pain.
Qiao Jin's hand, which was wiping her cold sweat, couldn't stop trembling.
Seeing Yan Xiao Yi in such pain, his heart ached even more.
He couldn't wait to take her place and bear the pain.
Qiao Jin was infinitely vexed. Why wasn't he by Yan Xiao Yi's side when they were at the back mountain?
If he had accompanied Yan Xiao Yi.
Yan Xiao Yi wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries and wouldn't have needed to consume the Imperial Palace's pills and wouldn't have to suffer such pain …..
His slender fingers curled up the towel in his hand one by one.
At this moment, the strong and determined man's eyes reddened.
Qiao Jin put the towel into the basin and gently held her little hand.
Her delicate hand was so small, yet his large palm could completely wrap around her small hand.
Qiao Jin held her hand tightly, lifted it gently, and pressed it against his cheek.
Her hands were bone-chilling, just like frost.
It was so cold that his body trembled slightly.
His heart was aching and filled with guilt.
"Xiao Yi …" Qiao Jin murmured softly, calling Yan Xiao Yi's name affectionately.
Even he himself did not notice it.
The tenderness in his words could almost be squeezed out of water.
His gaze was tender and tender, his expression gentle. "Xiao Yi … after going through this, I'm increasingly certain of your position in my heart. When you wake up, when you get better, I will definitely … definitely tell you everything in my heart … "
"Hmm …"
A pained groan interrupted Qiao Jin's murmurs.
Qiao Jin, who had been confessing tenderly, paused.
Their previous high morale instantly vanished without a trace.
The eyelashes of the woman lying on the bed trembled as she twisted her body in pain.
His breathing became heavier and heavier, as if he was suffering from indescribable pain.
Qiao Jin held her hand tightly and pressed it against his face. He covered her eyes with his other hand. "Xiao Yi, I'm here … I'm here …"
In his palm, he could clearly feel the movement of his eyelashes.
Qiao Jin's heart trembled, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
Sure enough, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes that were covered with a layer of haziness.
She blinked her eyes in a daze, her face scrunched up in pain.
Until Yan Xiao Yi's eyes completely opened, and a pair of hazily beautiful eyes looked towards him.
Qiao Jin's entire body stiffened.
He was still holding Yan Xiao Yi's hand and placing it against his cheek …
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