She reached out and gently stroked Wan Jin's face on the painting.
Hongying gazed at the painting, her thoughts drifting back to the past.
"Xiaoxi, you painted so well." Hongying finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the painting, blurring the surface.
She quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeve, afraid of soiling them.
During her spare time, Li Xi picked up her paintbrush and began to paint freely.
She was completely focused and meticulous, as if the whole world consisted only of her and the paintbrush in her hand.
They didn't even know that their maternal grandmother had gone back to her room to rest.
Time passed by, and Li Xi had unknowingly completed many paintings.
These paintings were all meticulously created based on what she saw and heard in her dreams.
However, as time went on, Li Xi gradually made an astonishing discovery.
It turned out that besides the scenes that had appeared in her dreams, there were also some images that, although they had never appeared in her dreams, were deeply imprinted in the depths of her memory.
So, without hesitation, Li Xi drew these fragments of memory hidden in her mind one by one. She sat at the table, focused and absorbed, her pen moving incessantly.
Time ticked by, night gradually faded, and dawn quietly arrived. But she showed no sign of stopping her paintbrush; she was immersed in her own world, completely oblivious to everything around her.
As dawn broke, Hongying entered her room and found her still painting, with paintings covering the table and floor.
Hongying stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.
She frowned with concern, quickly walked to Li Xi's side, and said softly, "Xiao Xi, you haven't rested all night, you've been drawing the whole time? Are you crazy?!"
Li Xi raised her head, her eyes showing fatigue, but she still looked energetic.
She gently shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I just suddenly had a flood of thoughts and wanted to write them down."
Hongying sighed helplessly, her heart filled with worry.
She knew Li Xi's personality; once she decided to do something, she would go all out. However, this kind of relentless effort worried her greatly.
Silently picking up a painting and examining it closely, I discovered that the patterns on it were unusually complex and mysterious, making me fall into deep thought.
Hongying asked in surprise, "Xiaoxi, what are these? I've never seen anything like this before?"
The painting depicts a paradise-like fairyland.
Surrounded by clouds and mist, with mountains layered upon each other, it resembles the most exquisite ink painting in the world.
A crystal-clear stream flows gently through the mountains, its banks lined with a variety of exotic flowers and plants that emit a faint fragrance, attracting several brightly colored butterflies to flutter about.
Nearby is a spiritual pool, its water shimmering with a faint fluorescent glow, as if bathed in moonlight, soft and mysterious.
Beside the spirit pool, a dragon with a silvery sheen coiled in the air, its scales shimmering with dazzling light, like a star fallen to earth.
Opposite the silver dragon is a crane with a bright red mark on its forehead.
It stood beside the spirit pool, its snow-white feathers shining brightly in the moonlight.
The next picture shows a silver dragon playing with a crane.
"I don't know, I just feel like these are all deep in my memory, or maybe they're from a dream." Li Xi shook her head in confusion.
She only stopped drawing when she finished the last stroke.
In the painting, there was a person dressed in white, whose gender was indistinguishable, standing in the center of an extremely complex and intricate formation, with bright red blood flowing all over his body.
The man was holding a sharp longsword and thrusting it into his own chest.
Blood splattered everywhere, covering the ground and staining the entire formation with a crimson glow.
Li Xi's hands trembled slightly as her gaze remained fixed on the shocking scene, a surge of indescribable emotion welling up within her.
She could almost hear the whispers of the people in the painting, and feel their resolute determination and pain, yet it was all veiled by a thin mist, making it impossible to see clearly or touch.
"What... exactly does this mean?" Li Xi muttered to herself, her brows furrowed tightly, as if trying to recall something.
She tried to find clues from the fragments of memory in her mind, but those images were like beads from a broken string, scattered all over the ground, making it difficult to piece together a complete answer.
"Ah..." Suddenly, Li Xi shouted, her voice filled with pain and despair.
Then, everything went black before her eyes, she lost control of her body, and collapsed straight onto the table.
Hongying, who was standing nearby, was startled. She cried out in panic, "Xiaoxi! Xiaoxi! What's wrong? Wake up!"
She quickly stepped forward and shook Li Xi's shoulders, trying to wake her up.
However, Li Xi kept her eyes tightly closed, showed no reaction, and her face was frighteningly pale.
Hongying was extremely anxious and helped her to bed.
While anxiously calling Li Xi's name, she took her pulse and found that her pulse was disordered and her blood was surging.
Li Xi's shouts also woke up Li Yang.
He rushed over without even having time to put on his shoes.
Seeing Li Xi lying unconscious on the bed, he asked anxiously, "Senior, what happened to my little sister?"
Hongying frowned and looked at Li Yang with a serious expression. She said in a low voice, "The situation is not good. Her pulse is unusually strong, as if a powerful internal force is raging in her body, but it also seems to be suppressed by some kind of force. The two are conflicting with each other, causing her blood and qi to churn and making her unconscious."
Upon hearing this, Li Yang's face drained of all color, turning deathly pale.
Suddenly, as if he had just remembered something, he said anxiously, "I'll go back to the capital to find Doctor Meng right away!"
Qin Xiaolin went to see Master Huang.
But he left after helping Li Xi remove the curse last time, and who knows when he will come back?
Right now, the only person who knows Xiaoxi's situation best is Meng Zhelan.
"Go quickly, go to Feie Ridge, five miles outside the city. The golden eagle is waiting for you there," Hongying said anxiously, knowing that time was of the essence.
Upon hearing this, Li Yang quickly dressed and then ran towards the outskirts of the city.
Hongying wrote out a prescription and asked the waiter to get the medicine. Seeing Li Xi in great pain on the bed, she continuously channeled her internal energy into her body, fighting against the true energy within her.
The collision of the star energies, which shared the same lineage, stirred up invisible ripples throughout the room, and a tense and subtle energy fluctuation seemed to permeate the air.
Hongying's face gradually turned as pale as paper due to the continuous output of internal energy.
Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, soaking her hair and clothes, but she still forced herself to keep sending internal energy to Yunxi.
"Hang in there, Xiaoxi, you can do it!" Hongying prayed silently in her heart.
At the same time, she couldn't help but lament why her only granddaughter had to suffer so much. She had lost count of how many times she had been tormented by her inner demons.
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