Those memories were so vivid, as if they happened yesterday. Song Ting could still see the red blood seeping from Chu Huaixu's wrist.
He had cut it himself, and he had countless nightmares about it, to the point that he couldn't even lift a sword.
And there was that look in his eyes that he had remembered for many, many years, that had appeared in his dreams countless times.
From that moment on, Chu Huaixu felt only hatred for him, with no lingering affection whatsoever.
He was the one who turned Chu Huaixu into a cripple, and he was also the one who severed all the deep affection between the two of them.
It's understandable that Chu Huaixu hates him.
But he didn't want Chu Huaixu to hate him; he wanted Chu Huaixu to love him.
Song Ting closed his eyes and repeated for the third time, "Master, you need to pierce deeper, you can't always pierce off-center."
But Chu Huaixu could no longer bear it. He trembled as he let go and stumbled to the side.
Song Ting's heart tightened. Ignoring the knife still stuck in his chest, he quickly pulled the person into his arms.
"Don't touch me! Get away!"
Chu Huaixu subconsciously struggled a few times, and his elbow happened to hit the hilt of the knife, which actually pushed the dagger in a little further.
Song Ting, whose internal injuries had not yet healed, could not bear it any longer and let out a muffled groan.
The person in his arms stiffened, and the two arms clinging to Song Ting trembled even more violently.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm determined to kill you... Song Ting, I'm going to kill you!"
Song couldn't bear to hear him cry; the tears mixed with past memories were like a knife twisting in Song's heart.
At this moment, he wished he could plunge the dagger into his chest even deeper and personally rip out his heart to offer to the person in his arms.
"Master, you must live well, only by living can you kill me."
He rested his chin on the man's head, showering him with tender kisses.
Chu Huaixu gripped his arm tightly, and the two of them fell to their knees together.
“I assure you, one day I will make you kill me, and I will make you kill everyone who has ever bullied you.”
"I'm going to kill...kill you...I hate you so much, Song Ting..."
Since their reunion, Chu Huaixu has never directly acknowledged his identity and has always dealt with Song Ting with ease.
This was the first time she had shown such grief and sorrow in front of him, and had completely broken down.
Song Ting repeated to him over and over again, "I know, I know, I promise you..."
It seems that besides this, I don't know how else to comfort the other person.
He's so stupid.
They also lacked confidence.
Chu Huaixu already hated him to death.
And she has suffered so much torment.
How could he bear to make this person sad? But there was nothing he could do.
He hated himself more than Chu Huaixu did.
After a heart-wrenching cry, Chu Huaixu, being physically weak, eventually fainted in Song Ting's arms.
The man was ruthless to himself; without even blinking, he pulled the dagger from his chest. Blood gushed out.
But he seemed completely unconcerned about his own health, gently picking up Chu Huaixu and carrying him through the long front courtyard into the main hall.
The butler and Xiao Wu were waiting in the hall when they saw the man covered in blood and the person in his arms; their faces turned pale with fright.
"My lord, what's wrong?!"
Song Ting hurriedly walked towards Chenxiang Pavilion: "Go and fetch Physician Wang!"
The Song residence was located on Zhuque Street, very close to the palace. Despite Song Ting's high position, the residence was deserted year-round, with few visitors throughout the year.
The vast mansion appeared even more secluded and desolate.
Instead of staying in the main house, Song Ting chose to stay in the west wing where the servants lived.
The butler tried to persuade him several times, but he wouldn't listen, so the butler didn't dare to say anything more.
The cloud-patterned dagger pierced a bloody hole in Song Ting's chest. The moment his brocade robe was removed, blood had already soaked through his entire chest and was still flowing out.
Excessive blood loss made Song Ting feel dizzy, but he didn't rush to apply medicine. Instead, he looked down at the wound.
He had spent years risking his life on the edge, and his chest bore many scars from knife and sword wounds.
Some were deep, some were shallow, but all avoided the heart area.
Even in the most critical situations, he instinctively avoided exposing his vital parts to the enemy.
Therefore, he only had one scar on his chest, which was very close to his heart. If it were just a fraction off, it could have pierced his heart directly.
Today, the cloud-patterned dagger stabbed in the same spot, exactly the same.
Even the person who stabbed him was the same one.
Thinking back on those painful memories, Song Ting felt her blood boil, and she tasted a metallic sweetness in her throat before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
...
When Song Ting changed her medicine and arrived at Chenxiang Pavilion, only Qi Zhou was guarding the room.
"grown ups."
"Has the imperial physician arrived?"
"Judging by the time, it should be soon."
"Okay." Song Ting nodded. "You can go now."
Qi Zhou smelled a strong medicinal scent on Song Ting. He was very familiar with this scent; it was the smell of wound medicine.
"My lord, your injury—"
Song Ting waved her hand dismissively, "It's alright, go down."
His gaze remained fixed on the face of the person on the bed from beginning to end, his eyes filled with an admiration and pity that Qi Zhou had never seen before.
Qi Zhou was startled and bowed as he withdrew.
Chu Huaixu was still unconscious. Song Ting sat down by the bed, took his hands in hers, and reverently placed a kiss on his palm.
Then she pressed that palm against her face and rubbed it gently with lingering affection.
He used to do this often, before they broke off their relationship.
Sometimes when Chu Huaixu was sitting and reading, he would sit cross-legged at the other's feet, rest his head on the young master's lap, and grab one of his hands to rub against his face.
Chu Huaixu always laughed at him, saying he was like the lion dog in the manor.
The dog belongs to the princess and is very clingy. It always rubs against the princess and wants her to hold it.
The princess adored it, often holding it in her arms, and even named it "Pearl," with the nickname "Sweetheart."
So when Chu Huaixu said he resembled that lion dog, Song Ting was quite happy.
This means that he is also the young master's "pearl" and "heart and soul".
Chu Huaixu still sees him as a dog, only no longer as a beloved lion dog, but as a vicious dog under the Empress Dowager's command.
Chu Huaixu disliked vicious dogs.
Therefore, I don't like him anymore.
He only dared to be so openly intimate with this person when he was asleep.
Song Ting kissed Chu Huaixu's palm once again.
After her soft lips lingered for a long time on his slightly cool palm, Song Ting finally leaned down and kissed the man's brow, then his eyes, nose, and lips...
He had wanted to do this for a long time; he had wanted to do it the moment they reunited on the pleasure boat.
He longed for this man day and night, and he used everything he had to obtain Chu Huaixu.
This is the deity who pulled him out of the mire.
It was his fate.
After living like a walking corpse for so many years, he finally regained his soul.
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