In the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.
An Ci's mouth twitched. Noticing the gaze behind her, she turned around and fished out her phone from her pocket. "Wait here for a moment. I'll have someone take you back."
Shen Mo stared at her, his eyes lightless, his tone was hard to describe his disappointment, "Don't you really want to see me?"
An Ci lowered his head and paused pressing the phone.
The sudden silence made the atmosphere awkward.
Shen Mo walked slowly towards her with his long legs and took out a blue velvet box from his coat pocket.
He moved his lips, his voice a little hoarse, "Is it too late to make up for my eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony now?"
He always kept everything about her in mind.
Looking at the blue velvet box handed to her, An Ci clenched her phone and turned away, "No..."
Before she could finish, she saw the person in front of her go limp and fall forward.
An Ci subconsciously reached out to support him, "Shen Mo, what's wrong with you?"
The velvet box slipped from his hand. Shen Mo rested his chin on her shoulder. His consciousness was a little fuzzy. He narrowed his eyes and whispered in her ear, "Do you really hate me that much?"
An Ci was stunned by the question.
Hate him?
No.
But it is impossible not to be angry.
No matter what the reason or difficulty was, he shouldn't have disappeared without a word. For six whole years, he had no news. Didn't he think that she would worry about him?
He didn't even bother to tell her he was safe.
Does this mean that she is not that important in his heart, so he can leave so coolly and cleanly?
Without waiting for her answer, Shen Mo's eyelids closed uncontrollably and he fainted.
His entire height of over 1.8 meters was pressed on her. An Ci held on to him with great effort, and her ears turned red from holding her breath.
Dali rushed over after receiving her message and saw this scene. He was slightly stunned, "Young Master, you..."
An Ci urged, "Stop being in a daze and help me get him in."
He said "Oh" vigorously, stepped forward and carried Shen Mo on his back. An Ci accidentally touched Shen Mo's neck, which was frighteningly hot.
He has a high fever.
A hint of regret flashed in An Ci's eyes. She knew medicine, but she hadn't noticed it all the way.
Dali glanced at her sideways, "Master, where should we put him?"
An Ci said without hesitation, "My room."
Dali was tall, had long legs and was very strong, so he quickly sent Shen Mo to An Ci's room.
An Ci sat beside the bed and took Shen Mo's pulse, "Da Li, pour me a glass of water."
He nodded vigorously and turned to pour water.
After taking the pulse, An Ci frowned and looked at the person on the bed with complicated eyes.
What's going on?
How could his body be so weak? Even if the cut on his hand just now was bleeding, he wouldn't have fainted.
His current condition is more like the result of a long period of lack of rest, overwork and damage to his vitality due to excessive blood loss. As a result, all these factors collided together, and the tense string in his body could not bear it and broke.
Dali put the cup on the bedside table, "Young Master, water."
An Ci said, "Go to the door and help me guard it. Don't let anyone in without my permission."
"yes."
Dali never asked any questions and always did what she said. He walked outside the door and stood guard, closing it behind him.
An Ci opened the drawer of the bedside table, which was filled with various bottles and jars.
She took a blue porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and stuffed it into Shen Mo's mouth.
Then she helped Shen Mo up, let him lean on her, then brought the cup to his lips and reluctantly took two sips of water.
After feeding him the medicine, An Ci was so tired that she was sweating. She put her arm around his shoulders and prepared to put him down.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the bloodstains on the bed.
As if he thought of something, An Ci's face changed slightly, and he reached out to lift Shen Mo's coat and sweater.
What caught my eye were the blood-soaked red bandages wrapped around his shoulders and chest in circles.
There were bruises of varying sizes on his back. The old injuries had not healed yet, and new ones had appeared.
An Ci's pupils trembled slightly, and he immediately understood the reason for his weakness.
I guess the only reason he's been able to endure so many injuries until now is through willpower.
He was clearly injured, but he acted like nothing happened.
Just like when I was a kid, I would act stubbornly and wait for her to find out every time.
An Ci looked at the wounds on his body, and felt as if someone had punched him hard in the heart, and his eyes were inexplicably filled with soreness.
She sniffed and muttered, "I really owe you."
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