He turned into blood and dust before my eyes, dissolving into the dreams underground.
It was that same line again: "When I die, I will surely vanish into thin air, so you won't have to wait in vain for my return."
The voice that spoke was clearly not that of Ji Mo; it was as usual.
I was so engrossed in that sentence that it took me a long time to come to my senses.
"The young lady is awake. Go and inform the master quickly."
That was the first sentence I heard, spoken in a soft, charming Wu dialect.
She urged me to strain my still-dazed gaze to see clearly: delicate features, a slender figure, and a floor-length dress that exuded an ethereal aura.
Her hand was holding a damp cloth and wiping my body.
I was terrified that someone might see even a small part of my arm, and I immediately tried to back away in fear, pulling the quilt tighter with both hands and hiding behind the bed. I didn't move an inch, but she seemed to understand what I meant. She withdrew her hands, covered me with the quilt, and respectfully stepped aside.
Just then, Fu Xi pushed open the door and entered. I hurriedly pulled my disheveled clothes up from under the covers.
He gave the woman a look, signaling her to leave, before slowly strolling over and sitting down on the edge of the bed, quietly watching me.
His face was full of weariness.
"Would you like a glass of water?" He was about to turn around to pour some when he looked at me again and said, "Don't worry, Ji Mo is fine. His severed arm has been reattached. He was very exhausted and is sleeping now."
I breathed a sigh of relief and sipped the water he offered to my lips.
“I can’t stay here for more than a few days. The woman just now is a palace guard and can never leave Qingqiu Mountain. Therefore, if you want to go to Danxue Mountain, you and Jimo Dongli can only travel this road by yourselves.”
I nodded slightly, having no expectation of anyone else anyway.
His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was hiding something and didn't know how to speak.
I'm not usually one to pry into things, and I usually just let these kinds of things slide. But this time, something felt off. I hesitated for a moment, and just as I was about to ask, he raised his hand and pressed it against my forehead, as if checking my temperature.
He frowned and said, "You are very weak."
I looked at him. Anyway, according to him, I was going to offer up my soul. What use was there in keeping a healthy body?
"I'm sorry, I can't save you."
Can't he save me? Didn't he already save my and Ji Mo's lives and have someone take good care of us?
He frowned deeply before finally saying, "You've broken a bone and are paralyzed. I'm sorry, I can't save you."
The bones were broken, and he's already paralyzed.
What does it mean to be paralyzed?
Which bone was injured, causing paralysis?
"I'll go check if Jimo has rested enough and ask him to come and keep you company."
I grabbed Fu Xi's sleeve, my heart filled with fear—not fear of paralysis, but fear of him finding out. What could someone like me possibly have to fear? I simply didn't want to involve anyone else.
He'll find out sooner or later.
My hand tightened.
"You want to go to Danxue Mountain by yourself?" Fuxi always seemed to know what I was thinking. "How could you possibly do that!"
I lowered my eyes, gazing at the simple, elegant quilt. This place, so clean and refined, was like a fairyland.
He suddenly coughed, and when I looked closely, I saw a trace of blood at the corner of his lips.
"I'm going now," he said in a low, hoarse voice.
He always had things he was keeping from me. I didn't stop him. After all, I needed time to process my own feelings. After all, I was paralyzed.
I took a deep breath and looked at the curtains hanging high, their plain colors and subtle patterns exquisite and unique.
But the dark lines were so fine, they weighed heavily on my mind and made me feel suffocated.
The brocade quilt was too heavy, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
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