Sure enough, Xiaowan's gentle eyes were fixed on the crooked tree, as if she was looking at the man she loved.
Her shy expression had long since returned to normal, and her hands holding the teacup had stopped shaking restlessly.
Perhaps he was thinking of something very beautiful, and his eyes were filled with intoxicating tenderness.
"Brother Legend is very good, very good."
"Because there are only me and my elderly mother at home, Brother Chuanqi would come over every few days to help us with some heavy work."
"In the beginning, I only thought of him as my brother, until that time when I went out by myself and was bullied by a villain on the road. Luckily, I met Brother Chuanqi. Brother Chuanqi generously lent a hand to the rescue, but there were too many villains and they were so vicious, so Brother Chuanqi was seriously injured that time."
"I was terrified when I saw him covered in blood. I cried and cried. But Brother Chuanqi raised his hand, patted my head and said to me, 'It's okay, it's just a superficial wound. You'll be fine.' From that moment on, my feelings towards Brother Chuanqi changed."
"Day and night, I think of him all the time. I make him some delicious food and send it to him. I mend his torn gown. I even made him a gray gown, but he refused to accept it. It's still under my pillow."
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When Xiaowan was tenderly expressing her love for Chuanqi, no one noticed that the little green snake in the corner had raised its body high at some point, its dark green eyes sinister and fierce, staring at the two people on the stone table without blinking.
The turquoise scales looked even more dangerous in the sunlight, and the blood-red tongue flickered, as if it wanted to swallow someone in one gulp.
The next day, Xiaowan's illness relapsed.
This happened under Liang Meng's 360-degree protection.
When Liang Meng woke up in the morning, before the sunlight came in through the old window, she was awakened by a familiar, suffocating smell.
She immediately sat up and looked at Xiaowan beside her.
The diarrhea was as rampant as ever, and the blanket on his body had been pulled aside at some point and was not covering him.
Xiaowan's lower body had already been completely occupied by a pool of foul-smelling yellow water.
His face was as pale as paper, sweat was pouring down his face, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Xiaowan frowned and groaned in pain, her whole body as weak as a flower about to wither after being ravaged by a storm.
Liang Meng didn't have time to think too much, and quickly raised his hand to use spiritual power on Xiaowan.
But this time, the spiritual power didn't work.
Xiaowan's pain continues and tends to gradually intensify.
Dark red blood slowly flowed from the corners of her pale mouth. Xiaowan's painful convulsions gradually became milder, and her vitality was as elusive as a candle in the wind.
Liang Meng's whole body was instantly covered with sweat. She paced back and forth barefoot on the cold ground in her thin inner clothes.
Anxious and extremely panicked, he glanced at Xiaowan from time to time, whose life flame was so weak that it was almost gone in an instant, and thought quickly of ways to save her life.
A moment later, Liang Meng walked quickly to the bed and held Xiaowan's slender wrist. Because of her extreme paleness, the blue veins on her wrist were horribly protruding.
Liang Meng glanced at Xiaowan, who barely hummed, and his throat moved up and down rapidly, as if he was making some important decision.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of determination. He stretched out his white fingers and slowly slid them across Xiaowan's wrist. Blood gushed out instantly.
Liang Meng didn't dare to delay and placed Xiaowan's bleeding wrist down by the bed.
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