"Qingcheng, I'm sorry. Is it because of me, Third Brother Han..."

Si Chengfeng thought about it for a moment and understood what the court doctor meant. Could it be that just now in the woods, he was so excited that he hugged Hua Qingcheng in front of Han Yichen, which made him jealous and caused him to vomit blood?

"Afeng, don't say that. I am the one who should say sorry. It was obvious that that group of people came here for me, and you were implicated by me. Moreover, it was me who took you out of the mansion, but failed to protect you, and put you in danger..." Seeing Si Chengfeng suddenly sad, Hua Qingcheng felt distressed and guilty, and went forward to hug him.

“Cough cough cough…”

"Little...Little Qingcheng!"

When Han Yichen woke up, he saw Hua Qingcheng and that guy Si Chengfeng hugging each other beside his bed. He was so depressed that he almost vomited blood again.

"Achen, you're awake? That's great." Hearing the noise, Hua Qingcheng quickly let go of the hand holding Si Chengfeng and went to the bedside to check.

"How is it? Does your body still hurt?"

"Um."

Han Yichen wanted to say that it was okay, but when he saw Si Chengfeng standing next to Hua Qingcheng, he immediately looked weak and sickly.

"Qingcheng, I'm going to see if mother has returned. You take good care of Third Brother Han."

"Okay, Afeng, go back to your room and rest early. You are tired today."

"good."

Si Chengfeng smiled at Hua Qingcheng, then looked meaningfully at Han Yichen, who was lying on the bed, looking so weak that he could hardly take care of himself, and then left the room in silence.

"Xiao Qingcheng, show me your hands and arms."

After Si Chengfeng left, Han Yichen, who was lying on the bed, sat up immediately. Hua Qingcheng was dumbfounded by his agility.

"Damn it, it's all my fault for being careless and not being fully prepared. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been hurt."

Looking at Hua Qingcheng's bandaged right palm and left arm, Han Yichen felt a mixture of heartache and self-blame. His elder brother had given him the chance to go to the capital because she was pregnant, yet he had failed to protect his young wife.

"What does this have to do with anything? Those assassins were coming for me, and it was me who caused you to get injured. Why are you blaming yourself?" Hua Qingcheng was speechless, and stroked Han Yichen's face with heartache.

"How is it? Does the wound still hurt? I applied the golden wound medicine you gave me earlier, and it seems to be working well."

Seeing his wife, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, asking about his well-being again, Han Yichen felt very happy. He suppressed his excitement, but a sly glint flashed in his charming eyes.

"It hurts~"

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Hua Qingcheng frowned slightly when she heard this, and then prepared to step forward to check his wound.

"It hurts here!"

Han Yichen grabbed Hua Qingcheng's hand and placed it on his chest.

"It hurts when I can't see you; it also hurts when I see you get hurt. But... if you just rub it for me, it won't hurt anymore."

Han Yichen's pair of charming and attractive phoenix eyes were now filled with heartbroken love, and he looked at Hua Qingcheng tenderly.

"Achen~"

"From now on...I won't let it hurt anymore."

Hua Qingcheng's eyes were slightly moist, and she poked Han Yichen's heart with her finger, feeling both amused and helpless.

"Because your heart aches, my heart aches too..."

Hua Qingcheng gently held Han Yichen's face, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, "pa pa" landing on Han Yichen's face. Then she leaned down, ready to kiss Han Yichen's lips, but he dodged sideways.

"Wait, Xiao Qingcheng, first tell me about our 'three rules'. Have you fulfilled them all?..."

Hua Qingcheng, who was originally very touched, immediately extinguished all her romantic thoughts.