As usual, the man was dressed in a black python robe, backlit, his dark eyes coldly staring at him.
—Song Ting has never looked at me like that before.
Chu Huaixu thought to himself that those eyes were clearly filled only with his attachment and love for him, and no matter how much he hurt them, it would not change.
His little dog was always loyal and loved him with unwavering devotion.
But why is this person looking at him with such cold eyes at this moment?
Chu Huaixu subconsciously clenched his fist. The pain in his chest continued to spread throughout his body. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He was probably in so much pain that he was hallucinating, otherwise how would Song Ting have found him here, and why would she be looking at him like that...
"Woof." Fatty recognized the person who came and circled around Song Ting a few times, looking extremely excited. Its tail was wagging so fast that only a blur could be seen.
Seeing that the man ignored it, the fluffy little head nudged closer and barked a few times ingratiatingly. "Woof! Woof!"
Song Ting lifted her foot and gently rubbed the puppy's head with her toe, then ignored it and strode towards Chu Huaixu.
It wasn't until he walked up to Chu Huaixu and bent down that Chu Huaixu seemed to finally believe that the person in front of him was real, and not just his imagination.
Song Ting didn't speak, and neither did Chu Huaixu. The two of them sat and squatted close together, their warm breaths spraying onto each other's faces, condensing into white mist.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Song Ting's face was expressionless, and her tone was indifferent, making it impossible to discern whether she was happy or angry. However, Chu Huaixu inexplicably felt that she was angry, and even a little aggrieved.
“Look at me and talk.”
At this moment, Chu Huaixu was almost certain that Song Ting was truly angry, but for some reason, she was suppressing it and hadn't let it out.
This was the first time his puppy had ever been angry with him.
The poison was particularly severe today, with waves of pain in his chest, as if someone was tearing and crushing his heart. He even thought he could smell a strong stench of blood.
"Little Qingxiang, do you really have a dog's nose? How did you sniff out this place?" In a daze, Chu Huaixu heard himself ask this question.
A black fog obscured his vision, growing thicker and thicker. He tried to open his eyes to see the man before him, but pain and exhaustion overwhelmed him…
In his last conscious moment, Song Ting suddenly lunged at him, her face filled with helplessness and panic:
"Chu Huaixu, Huaixu, wake up! You can't leave me, I won't allow it! I won't allow you to leave me..."
I'm so sorry, puppy, I made you worry again...
...
The person on the bed had their eyes closed, asleep and unaware. Song Ting sat on the edge of the bed, holding the person's hand and placing delicate kisses on their palm.
Not satisfied with just the kiss, he pressed that hand against his cheek and gently rubbed it, reluctant to let go.
But the hand in his hand was so thin and weak, as if it was just a layer of pale, bloodless skin covering the tiny bones, without any flesh or blood, that Song Ting had to hold it with great care.
He was perfectly fine that night; we could even share a drink and talk a lot. How did things suddenly turn out like this...?
Song Ting felt as if a knife was twisting in her heart, tearing out a bloody hole that went deep into her bone marrow. The pain slowly spread and seeped into her internal organs.
In the days when he couldn't find Chu Huaixu, he was repeatedly awakened in the middle of the night by the image of the man falling off the cliff, and he could only watch helplessly.
This feeling of helplessness almost drove Song Ting crazy. If he couldn't find anyone soon, he didn't know what he would do.
But now, although the person has been found, he has become so haggard and thin, which still makes Song Ting feel anxious and heartbroken.
Did I do something wrong?
Is it because I've committed so many evil deeds over the years that they want to take revenge on me?
Otherwise, why would it have turned out this way?
Song Ting repeatedly questioned himself.
"Master, you can't punish me like this." Song Ting bent down and kissed the person in front of her again and again.
"Uh..." Chu Huaixu suddenly frowned, probably lost in some unpleasant dream, and let out a few unconscious murmurs. Song Ting leaned over to listen.
But the voice was too soft and indistinct, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, so he could only lightly kiss the other person's furrowed brows twice.
Whether it was because the nightmare had finally ended or because the two light kisses had a calming effect, her brows smoothed out again, and even her breathing became slower and lighter.
"Young Master." Even though she knew the other person couldn't hear her, Song Ting still called out.
He carefully tucked the thin hand into the brocade quilt, pressed his forehead against the man's brow, and pleaded softly:
"Mingyu, wake up, please."
"I can live without everything, but I can't live without you."
...
This winter has seen more snow than in previous years, falling continuously. This morning, the sun was shining brightly, but by noon it started snowing again, and soon a thick layer had accumulated.
Song Ting sat at the desk, tapping the surface with the back of her index finger, her brows furrowed and her expression unpleasant.
The fire in the study was burning brightly, so you shouldn't feel the cold, but Wang Guanghe still huddled up, feeling a chill permeating the entire study—the kind of bone-chilling cold that could kill you at any moment.
Beside him, Yan Qingshan stood with his hands in his pockets, a demon mask covering half of his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.
Wang Guanghe looked at this and then at that, and felt that he might not live much longer.
"Divine Doctor, when will the antidote be developed?" After a long while, Song Ting finally spoke.
Through the half-open window, you can see the view in the yard. The heavy snow has stopped sometime ago, and two or three sparrows are running around in the snow looking for food, leaving a few sets of footprints of varying depths.
Fatty had slipped out of the house at some point and was barking as he chased after the sparrows in the snow.
If Huaixu were awake, he would definitely be watching the commotion from the sidelines right now.
“The miracle doctor, he can’t wait any longer.”
Song Ting's gaze shifted from the window back to Yan Qingshan.
The man truly lived up to his title of "Ghost-Faced Divine Doctor," and with the tattered pages in Wang Guanghe's hands, he actually managed to develop the "Soul-Severing Medicine."
With the Gu poison, it becomes much easier to create an antidote; at least we won't be groping in the dark anymore.
Although Song Ting knew nothing about poisons or medicine, he still had basic common sense. Knowing that someone needed to test the medicine, he found dozens of death row inmates for him.
Yan Qingshan was a madman to begin with, and he treated those death row inmates like treasures, even treating Song Ting much better than before.
The young emperor ordered Wang Guanghe to assist him.
In Wang Guanghe's view, this matter was extremely cruel, but it concerned that important person, so even if he had a hundred lives, he wouldn't dare to say a word against it.
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