Then, she gently lifted her cheongsam with her slender hand, sat gracefully on a chair by the bed, her eyes flickered slightly, and reached out to grab Xiao Wujie's pale wrist, placing three delicate fingers lightly on it.
After a long while, she gently withdrew her fingers, took Xiao Wujie's hand and put it back under the covers, carefully tucking the blanket around him.
Knowing her own body best, and seeing Lin Qingyi's slightly lowered eyes and momentary silence, Xiao Wujie understood her thoughts perfectly well and chuckled softly.
"Sister Qingyi, I'm still here, please don't make that face."
His teasing did little to ease Lin Qingyi's expression; her slender fingers silently gripped the edge of the bed, applying slight pressure.
After a while, she lowered her head slightly and spoke softly, her voice tinged with a faint sob:
"sorry."
She is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and is most skilled at judging a patient's physical condition through pulse diagnosis.
She knew perfectly well that because of this injury, Xiao Wujie's health would deteriorate rapidly, and the time she had spent refining the new medicine would be completely wasted.
Xiao Wujie's health deteriorated as he tried to save her, causing her pain and suffering no less than that she had endured from Vito Rosso.
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes slightly, but instead of immediately offering her any comfort, he silently turned his gaze to the bright sunlight streaming through the window.
"Sister Qingyi, come to Boston with me."
After a long while, he suddenly spoke, his gaze still fixed on the window, slightly lost in thought.
Lin Qingyi was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then looked up at him blankly.
"Go and kill Vito Rosso."
"Then, you, your sister, and Ye Jinyu should try your best to heal me, okay?"
Xiao Wujie leaned gently against the headboard, tilted his head slightly to look at her, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
The sunlight outside the window cast a golden veil over him, softening his features, making him appear as handsome as a god.
"I'm terrified of dying, I want to live with you all."
"To live better."
Lin Qingyi stared at him blankly for a long time, her eyes trembling slightly, her voice soft yet firm, "Okay."
I will definitely do it.
The same to you.
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