Add spoonful by spoonful until the bottom is gone.

After feeding him, Yun Ying put down the medicine bowl and wiped the corner of his mouth. When her fingertips touched his skin, it was as cold as ice...

This is not the body temperature that a normal person should have.

Maybe he will never wake up.

The tip of my nose suddenly felt slightly sour.

"Why did you use your own blood to raise the medical Gu for me? Why did you drink that bottle of poison? What does my life or death have to do with you? You obviously didn't have to do that."

"Where is your former flamboyance? Where is your sharpness? Where is your former strength? Where is your demeanor of having your say? If I die, wouldn't that be just what you want? Why do you still care about me?"

"Jing Yi, if you still treat me the same way as before, I will really hate you for the rest of my life, hate you until death, but why did you change later..."

"You are kind to me, and my heart... softens..."

Yunying lowered her eyes and spoke softly with a slightly choked voice.

Her essence is that of a simple and straightforward girl!

She will be good to whoever is good to her.

Her belly is almost nine months pregnant, and she will give birth in about half a month. She cannot erase the fact that Jing Yi is the child's biological father. In fact, she also cares about it.

"Baby, I really don't know what to do. I'm so confused. What do you think... should I forgive your father?"

The palm of my hand gently stroked the bulging belly.

The child seemed to sense the mother's caress and gently kicked her belly with her feet.

His belly twitched twice.

The child was responding to her.

Yun Ying's eyes turned red instantly. She couldn't suppress the grievance and pain in her heart anymore and it burst out all at once.

He covered his mouth and sobbed hard.

Tears fell like rain.

"Jing Yi, if you can wake up, I will forgive you... My child and I will forgive you together..."

.

Perhaps it was because he heard her words, or perhaps it was the power of love, but in the second half of the night of the next day, Jing Yi, who had slept for seven whole days, finally woke up.

Feng Ran was the first to discover it.

"Jing Yi!"

Seeing the man with his eyelids opened, Feng Ran became so excited that she was incoherent. She thought she was hallucinating and even rubbed her eyes four or five times childishly.

"You're awake! God bless you, you actually woke up..."

Feng Ran's eyes were red.

Both of them had unfair life experiences, but they got together since childhood and became friends for life and death, and became each other's spiritual sustenance.

"It's good to wake up. When you wake up, you will be safe..."

Jing Yi had just woken up and was still dazed. He had slept for too long and his muscles had atrophied. He couldn't muster any strength. His head felt heavy and his throat was dry and burning.

It took a full five minutes.

Then he pulled open his lips with difficulty:

"I... am not dead..."

The voice was unusually hoarse, as if one was sharpening a piece of iron with a blunt knife; the sound was rough, harsh and extremely unpleasant.

Feng Ran was stunned at first.

Maybe I slept too long and my voice became hoarse.

He hurriedly said, "You and Yunying were in trouble at that time. Fortunately, the princess arrived in time and saved you. You have been sleeping for seven days. If you don't wake up, I'm afraid you will end up in the coffin."

He ordered the servant to bring a cup of warm water and feed it to Jing Yi.

After moistening his throat, Jing Yi regained some spirit.

"You were able to escape death this time, thanks to the princess. If it weren't for your superb medical skills, even Hua Tuo would not be able to save your life."

"Come to think of it, you are such a fool. How could you drink that poison? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about the people of the Western Regions. The Second Prince is cruel and murderous. If he sits on the throne in the future, it will be a nightmare for the people of the Western Regions."

"Can you bear to see your people living in misery..."

Feng Ran thought of what happened that day and felt scared, so she kept talking about it.

Jing Yi lay quietly, with his eyes slightly lowered. His eyes were indifferent. He was not interested in or concerned about these people.

When Feng Ran had almost finished speaking, she spoke:

"What about her?"

His voice was still hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been burned by a fire. Feng Ran pricked up her ears and listened carefully for five seconds before she understood these two simple words.