It was certainly very painful, but he seemed completely unconcerned, even with a smile in his eyes and brows.
She touched the inside of her cheek with the tip of her tongue, then cupped Chu Huaixu's hand and placed it on his swollen face.
"I had a wonderful dream. In it, I was still the young master's little dog. He looked at me with eyes only for me. When I woke up, I realized the dream had come true. I was so happy..."
Especially since the other party looked guilty, as if they had been caught red-handed while sneaking around, Song Ting's mood improved even more.
He glanced sideways and placed a feather-light kiss on Chu Huaixu's palm.
The scene of rivers of blood in his dream contrasted sharply with the smiling face of the person in front of him. Chu Huaixu felt guilty for his momentary leniency, and Song Ting's words and actions amplified this guilt.
The guilt took root in his heart in a matter of moments, growing into thick vines that tightly bound his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
Song Ting's joyful expression seemed like poison growing on vines, fueling Chu Huaixu's resentment even more.
"Why should I?" he thought. "This person has clearly killed so many people, how can he still have the nerve to laugh so happily?"
How dare you say such a thing?
But Chu Huaixu hated himself even more. Faced with the enemy who had killed his father and brother, he still couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.
He deserves to die even more than Song Ting.
"How are you feeling now?" Song Ting helped him up. "Does anything hurt?"
Chu Huaixu's eyes darkened, and he said, "I am fine, Commander, you have worried me."
Huai Xu hadn't referred to himself as "slave" in front of Song Ting for a long time. Song Ting didn't know what he had done wrong to upset him, but it was most likely because he was angry and embarrassed about what had just happened.
Song Ting's heart was pounding. He couldn't help but be delusional, thinking that perhaps Huai Xu didn't hate him entirely. Among that dense hatred, there might still be a trace of something he couldn't let go of.
Otherwise… Song Ting thought, otherwise why would Huai Xu stroke his face so gently?
"Well, let the miracle doctor come and take a look anyway."
Chu Huaixu lifted his eyelids and lazily glanced at him.
When Yan Qingshan came in, Chu Huaixu realized that this so-called divine doctor was the masked man he had briefly met at Baima Temple.
Chu Huaixu's biggest problems are the Gu poison and the damage to his meridians. However, the two are linked together. If the Gu poison cannot be cured, there is no way to repair his meridians. Even though Yan Qingshan examines him hundreds of times a day, he is still helpless.
"I'll say it again: the best way is for the person who cast the curse to force out the antidote. Given Young Master Chu's current physical condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long," Yan Qingshan said.
Song Ting's gaze suddenly pierced him: "Miracle Doctor!"
"Don't look at me like that. I only said I knew, but I never promised to keep it a secret for you," Yan Qingshan said nonchalantly.
Song Ting: "..."
"I don't know why you're keeping this a secret. It's the most effective way. If Young Master Chu knew who poisoned him, I think with the Commander's abilities, there's no way he wouldn't be able to get the antidote, right?"
Song Ting: "..."
Knowing full well that this person was mocking him, Song Ting was helpless against him and could only suppress his anger and say, "Please, Doctor, go down first."
Yan Qingshan wasn't afraid of him at all. After snorting, he flicked his sleeves and left, leaving Chu Huaixu and Song Ting staring at each other in bewilderment.
The former was already in a bad mood, and now because of Yan Qingshan's words, his face turned even worse. He glared at Song Ting silently, making Song Ting's scalp tingle and he didn't even dare to look at him.
He was already filled with remorse. He shouldn't have called that scoundrel surnamed Yan in!
But it was too late for regrets. Now he just hoped that Huaixu would scold him or slap him again, and just stop staring at him like that.
But Chu Huaixu knew him best and knew exactly how to make him feel bad. He decided to keep quiet, so the two of them were locked in a silent stalemate, waiting to see who would give in first.
In the end, Song Ting was the one who compromised first.
He held Huaixu's hand tightly and whispered, "Master, I was wrong..."
In the past, if he had upset Chu Huaixu, he only needed to act cute and charming like this, and Huaixu would definitely soften his heart.
But it was no use now. Huai Xu ruthlessly shook off his hand, his gaze turning sharp: "When did you make this plan? And when did you find out?"
“I…” Song Ting hesitated.
"Let me guess." Chu Huaixu narrowed his eyes. "It's at the White Horse Temple."
The day before the ceremony, Song Ting used the excuse of inspecting the surrounding area to leave the temple early in the morning and did not return until evening with a body full of injuries.
Chu Huaixu had mocked him back then, asking him if he owed anyone something, which was why he was willing to be hurt like that.
Looking back now, the person who injured Song Ting must have been the Ghost-Faced Doctor from earlier.
"I truly admire you greatly, sir, for managing to keep it a secret for so long without making a sound."
Every word was sarcastic. The hatred in his eyes was also plain to see.
“It’s at Baima Temple.” Song Ting lowered his head, his pale skin making him look completely innocent.
It gave Chu Huaixu the illusion that this person was still the boy he remembered who always stared at him and whose eyes and heart were only for him.
Chu Huaixu's heart skipped a beat. Suppressing his inexplicable anger, he refused to look away and forced himself to despise the other person.
Song Ting hunched her back slightly and whispered, "But after Wang Guanghe came over."
After Wang Guanghe arrived.
Sure enough, it happened around that time. In fact, Chu Huaixu already knew that he couldn't hide it from Song Ting, but since Song Ting didn't ask him directly, he pretended not to know. The two of them tacitly pretended to be ignorant about this matter.
"If you weren't the Ghost-Faced Divine Doctor, how long were you planning to keep this from me?"
Song Ting lowered his head, and like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, he remained silent.
In the past, when they were deeply in love, Chu Huaixu would patiently coax her, and even found Song Ting's personality quite adorable.
Right now, the two are separated by a blood feud, and despite having the same personality, they only evoke disgust.
"Not going to talk?"
Song Ting lowered her head even further.
Seeing his reaction, Chu Huaixu was prepared not to get a single word out of him today, but then he heard him suddenly speak:
"Until it can no longer be hidden," he said.
Chu Huaixu laughed: "You're quite capable."
Song Ting pursed her lips tightly.
"Since you didn't know about the Gu poison before that, why did you invite people here?" Chu Huaixu asked again.
“Because…” Song Ting finally raised her head and glanced at Chu Huaixu, but quickly lowered her eyelids again.
Outside the window, the night sky was clear and the moon was bright, with a gentle breeze blowing. The person in front of him was the one he loved. Even though they were very close, Huaixu was so wary of him that it seemed like a transgression for him to reach out and touch her under the cover of darkness.
He dared not.
You can't do that.
A surge of intense, almost uncontrollable emotions welled up in her dark eyes. When she looked up again, Song Ting squeezed her eyes shut.
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