Chapter 179 Do You Think I Believe It?
When she appeared, she was clearly wearing the same outfit she wore everyday, which looked extremely thin in the icy and snowy northwest. I guess I have seen her so many times that she looked the same as usual in my dream.
Thinking of this, he suddenly became alert again.
This tent is not the military style, and there has never been such a thing as a hot water bottle in the army. There was no way out of the place where he was trapped before. Who could save him?
Thinking of this, Xiao Changheng listened attentively to the noise outside and sat up quietly.
His eyes fell on the clothes placed next to him and suddenly froze.
It was a full set of robes and a thick cloak.
It was exactly the same set as the one she gave me in the dream.
If... the previous memory was not a dream, then the people outside...
His heart was pounding, and he propped himself up and moved to the edge of the tent, then pulled open the curtain at the exit.
Almost at the same time, a familiar cold voice sounded faintly.
"woke up?"
Not far outside the tent, a girl was standing by the fire without turning her head. She was stirring the pot constantly, watching the fire and throwing something into the pot from time to time.
In the half-bright and half-dark sky near dusk, everything around was dimmed, only that slender silhouette, in rich ink and rich colors, struck my eyes and was engraved in my heart.
"You can't blow dry the air now, turn it off first."
The girl's gentle voice brought him back to his senses.
Xiao Changheng ignored it and said:
"…Are you cold? Put this on!"
He turned around and pulled his cloak over him, staring at her with a gaze as heavy as substance.
Yun Qingqing couldn't hold it in any longer and turned to look at him:
"I've told you that I'm immune to external evil. There's no need for that. Just take care of yourself."
Xiao Changheng: “…”
He was silent for a moment, then he uttered "Oh" in a low voice, went back and quietly changed his clothes, then lay down, resting his arms on the tent and staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Not long after, Yun Qingqing came in with a bowl of soup.
"The conditions are limited, so I stewed the herbs and food together. It's the same thing after it goes into your stomach, so you can just make do with it."
She put the bowl of soup aside and reached out to touch his forehead:
"Much better. After eating these and resting for a night, we can leave and go back."
After saying that, she turned around and left.
“Qingqing!”
The person behind her called out softly, and her sleeve was pulled.
Yun Qingqing turned her head and pursed her lips:
"Can't you eat it yourself?"
Xiao Changheng remained silent, still holding her sleeve and refusing to let go.
Perhaps because he was sick, the man's face was pale as if transparent, with only a faint blush on his cheeks. His usually deep and unfathomable black eyes seemed to be misty at this moment, looking...
Very easy to bully?
Yun Qingqing: ...
She rubbed her eyebrows, turned around and raised the quilt behind him so that he could lean against it, then took the bowl in her hand, scooped up a spoonful of the medicine with an expressionless face, blew on it, and handed it to his mouth.
Xiao Changheng's eyebrows curved slightly, and he opened his mouth to drink the contents of the spoon.
"Hmm..." His smile froze on his face, and he became speechless.
Yun Qingqing looked at his wrinkled face and raised her eyebrows:
“Is it hard to drink?”
She scooped another spoonful, brought it to her mouth and drank it in one gulp.
"..." Yun Qingqing was expressionless and silent for a while, then nodded sincerely, "Indeed."
"But good medicine tastes bitter. I guarantee that there is absolutely no problem with the formula. Drink this and get some sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow."
She looked at him seriously.
"..." Xiao Changheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his lips and reached out to take the bowl of medicine.
"Qingqing, you've worked hard. I can drink by myself. Don't you have something else to do? Go do your work first."
He gave her a very sincere smile, and his hoarse voice was particularly soft, like the breeze blowing through fallen leaves.
Yun Qingqing narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a moment, then suddenly curved her eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Do you think I believe it?"
Xiao Changheng's face froze.
Yun Qingqing handed the spoon to his mouth and said kindly:
"I'm a person who always saves people to the end. I have to watch you drink this bowl of medicine obediently today."
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