Early winter.
Snowflakes the size of goose feathers fell from the sky. She narrowed her eyes, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
She couldn't say she liked him, but she also couldn't say she disliked him.
She wore a dark purple soft silver lily dress, her long fine black hair was inserted with a beaded flower hairpin. Standing in the snow, she looked especially elegant and refined.
The path she took in the palace every day was the same, passing through the imperial garden full of plum blossoms. On the left was the Hall of Supreme Harmony where morning court was held, and on the right was Mo Ye's palace.
These days, his body was getting worse and worse, he almost never got out of bed.
When Luo Qingchen walked to his side step by step, his eyelids moved, but he never opened his eyes.
She was guarding him like this, knowing when he would return.
She went to the library to read some information about poisons. This kind of slow-acting poison was called 'Gu', something from the Phoenix Dynasty.
The current Mo Ye was already beyond cure, there was no cure.
Luo Qingchen put down the book and took a deep breath, her eyes slightly red.
No way, no way, no way.
She had no way to change the outcome, she could only wait for his death.
That was really a suffocating matter … …
Three days later, Winter Solstice.
Mo Ye's personal eunuch Li came to Glimmer Hall to find her, bringing her the news that Mo Ye had woken up.
This might be the last time he would wake up!
"You came!" His voice was very soft, as if he didn't have much strength, but he reached out to grab her wrist.
At that time, he was the most handsome man in the entire Mo Dynasty. But now, his temples were already grey.
The palace maid brought the medicine. She gently shook her head and said, "Take it away."
Now, whether he drank it or not, it didn't seem important.
But he opened his eyes and said in a spoiled manner, "This is the only thing you made for me, you must drink it."
She didn't reply, only watching him drink the medicine, then leaned heavily on her shoulder.
The cold wind blew in from outside the window. Her body slightly trembled, suddenly feeling a bit scared.
She saw him strenuously pick up the quilt and wrap her up, "After I leave, you have to take good care of yourself. Eat whatever you want. If you're full, don't force yourself. Don't be afraid, I've already taken care of everything, including the personal guards that you're most worried about. "
"Your Majesty, don't speak nonsense …" She forced herself to speak in a gentle voice, but her heart twitched and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
"I'm dying, I know." He slowly raised his hand, and his slightly cold voice carried a touch of floating. He gently touched her face and said, "Don't be afraid, no one can bully you anymore."
Luo Qingchen's eyes trembled. She wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.
With such a sorrowful atmosphere surrounding her, she was afraid that she would burst into tears the moment she opened her mouth.
Although it was the original owner's story, at this moment, she felt as if she was experiencing it herself. It was so sad.
"Girl, I'm sorry …" His voice trembled, as if he was using the last of his strength to speak into her ear. "I might not be able to repay what I owe you in this lifetime. If there's a next life …"
He paused for a moment, and his voice was choked with sobs. He buried himself in her arms and said, "I'm here for you, okay?"
Next life, next life, next life … …
What a distant promise. If they couldn't complete it with all their strength in this lifetime, what use would there be in the next life?
"You ….. Answer me … …"
After a moment of silence, he spoke with difficulty, as if he was waiting for her answer.
He owed her too much. The guilt made him unable to like anyone else, unable to love anyone else.
In the end, there had to be an ending.
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