In the elegantly decorated room filled with the scent of sandalwood, Xiao Wujie looked weary, leaning back in a soft, comfortable chair, holding a handkerchief in his hand and coughing lightly to cover his mouth.
He was incomparably handsome, yet his face was deathly pale, and his brows were filled with weariness and dejection.
Lin Qingyi, dressed in a dark black cheongsam, sat elegantly beside him, her slender, fair fingers resting on his wrist.
His eyes were deep and his face was as still as water.
As Xiao Wujie coughed violently a few more times, covering his mouth, Lin Qingyi silently withdrew her fingers.
With a heave of his chest and a furrowed brow, Xiao Wujie calmed the throbbing pain in his chest before turning his somewhat dim and listless gaze to her.
"You! You really are..."
Noticing Xiao Wujie's gaze, she sighed softly.
Seeing his sickly and haggard appearance, she swallowed back the words she was about to say.
"You rest first, I'll go and brew your medicine."
After saying that, she immediately got up and walked outside.
The tickling pain in his throat made him cough a few more times.
As the cough subsided, the room fell silent for a moment.
He leaned back in his chair uncomfortably, tilting his head slightly back, his eyes flickering, staring somewhat unfocused at the ceiling.
The half-month period has passed, and it has been twenty days since Chu Liyue left.
He sent her another message, but she hasn't replied yet.
He was almost certain that she had encountered some troublesome situation. He had intended to go to the far north to find her himself, but unfortunately, his body failed him at the crucial moment.
When Ye Jinyu went out for a consultation, Lu Zhufeng dragged him directly to Lin Qingyi's place.
As her thoughts wandered, Lin Qingyi came in from outside carrying a medicine pot.
Bright yellow flames rose slowly from the stove, and the burning charcoal made a soft "crackling" sound.
Lin Qingyi held a small palm-leaf fan in her hand and gently fanned herself.
Her gaze was focused and deep, and the firelight cast soft shadows on her cheeks, making her already delicate features appear even more defined.
"Sister Qingyi, thank you for your trouble."
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes and said softly.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyi simply sighed softly and said nothing.
What is my current physical condition?
With a slight flicker in his eyes, Xiao Wujie still managed to ask.
"Emotional distress leads to malnourishment of the mind and liver qi stagnation."
Lin Qingyi spoke softly, noticing the slight confusion on his face, and then continued:
“The heart houses the spirit and governs the blood vessels. When the spirit is disturbed by the external environment or internal emotions, it leads to insufficient blood in the heart, which in turn causes symptoms such as palpitations and insomnia.”
"The liver is responsible for regulating the flow of Qi. When emotions are not in harmony, liver Qi can easily become stagnant, affecting the circulation of Qi and blood, which can lead to various diseases over time."
"Common symptoms include depression, chest tightness and sighing, sleep disturbances, and loss of appetite."
She paused for a moment, a strange and playful look appearing in her eyes, which was unusual for her.
"You seem to have it all."
"Ahem, Sister Qingyi, please don't tease me at a time like this."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wujie coughed lightly twice, looking slightly embarrassed.
"You are a person of unparalleled talent and broad mind. You should know that if you keep your worries bottled up, it will eventually harm your health."
"With your magnanimity, you shouldn't have this kind of illness..."
Seeing this, Lin Qingyi also put away the playful look in her eyes and said seriously.
"The sorrow of parting is like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel. A unique feeling stirs in my heart."
"I...can't help it..."
Xiao Wujie lowered his eyes and said with a self-deprecating smile.
How could he not understand the reasoning behind Lin Qingyi's words?
He wanted to remain calm and let it all go with a laugh, but he couldn't.
Some emotions clung to every inch of his mind like a shadow.
Like a drizzle in the cold wind, it silently soaks into the clothes of the soul, making one feel a bone-chilling cold in the endless darkness.
No matter how many times I try to brush it off, it stubbornly stirs up ripples in my heart, lingering for a long time.
At first hearing, one does not understand the meaning of the poem; upon hearing it again, one becomes a character in the poem.
He once considered himself extraordinary, laughing at the world and lamenting the passing of time, but his soul was broken by parting.
Looking back now, it was just youthful ignorance of sorrow...
Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment. Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?
"It's better to express your feelings than to suppress them. Don't always keep everything inside your heart. You might try to find other ways to resolve them."
Lin Qingyi said softly.
She could understand Xiao Wujie's feelings; she even felt that Xiao Wujie was quite good this way.
In the past, Xiao Wujie gave her the feeling of being too ethereal, as if nothing could stir up any emotion in his heart.
There's always a sense of ethereal emptiness, something that's hard to grasp.
Seeing these universal emotions on him now makes him seem more vibrant and real.
Thinking this way, she said it in the same way:
"You often say you want to live an honest and upright life..."
"Actually, being too open and honest is not necessarily a good thing. It's good to have some attachments in life."
Xiao Wujie was slightly stunned upon hearing this and remained silent for a moment.
He once thought that life was just a fleeting dream, with its many autumns and autumns.
All worldly affairs can be dealt with with a laugh.
Now I know the agony of unrequited love, the agony of a broken heart.
Perhaps, as Lin Qingyi said, having some attachments isn't so bad.
He doesn't seem to mind this feeling at all...
As the fire in the stove grew stronger, a medicinal aroma filled the air.
Lin Qingyi put down her fan, her hands wrapped in gauze, carefully took down the medicine pot, poured out a bowl of medicine, and presented it to Xiao Wujie.
He held it to his lips and blew on it twice, then tentatively took a small sip.
A bitter taste instantly spread across his tongue, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Drink up! How can anything be as bitter as the bitterness in your heart?"
Lin Qingyi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and teased softly.
Xiao Wujie looked troubled for a moment, but a beautiful face involuntarily appeared in his mind.
If she were there, she would definitely feed him herself.
Surely it won't be so bitter then, right?
"Drink up! I've lit some incense for you. After you finish, take a good rest."
"No matter what you want to do, you have to get your health back first!"
Lin Qingyi said earnestly while fiddling with the incense burner.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wujie gritted his teeth, pinched his nose with one hand, tilted his head back sharply, and gulped down the entire bowl of medicine in one go.
He then leaned back in his chair, his mind blank, and said no more.
The smoke from the incense burner gently swirls, like the morning mist in a quiet valley, rising slowly and then gradually dissipating.
As the smoke curled around him, he slowly closed his heavy eyes.
Darkness enveloped everything, and in the dim light, a beautiful face seemed to appear.
...
He didn't know how long the darkness lasted, but suddenly he felt something patting him.
In the midst of a struggle of consciousness, she suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Lu Zhufeng's face, which was filled with struggle.
"Something's happened. There's been an explosion at God's far northern base. Yunmo and Beishan stole Reagent No. 3."
"Miss Chu... there's no news yet!"
Gritting his teeth, Lu Zhufeng still managed to speak with difficulty.
"To the far north!"
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