He didn't even ask me if I was willing to die with him.
He was covered in blood and wounds, so why was he still carrying me? I had only been kicked by the Wing Emperor, and I had already recovered and didn't feel any pain at all.
It's really awful that he has to carry me for such a long distance like this. I can't bear to bully him. Anyway, he doesn't have much time left, so I might as well be nicer to him. It's really uncomfortable for me to love and hate him like this.
When you're about to die, why bother with all those loves and hates? It's better to just do what you want, so you don't die with a lingering sense of unease.
Once I understood, I asked him to put me down, but he was stubborn and wouldn't listen to me, continuing to move forward step by step.
I refused to listen to him and struggled to jump down myself. I held onto his shoulder; he was badly injured and was now at his last gasp.
I suddenly remembered that he had always sewed a few life-saving pills into my sleeve. I quickly searched and found them. I quickly bit a hole in my sleeve, took out the pills, and fed one to him.
At that time, I was a good-for-nothing who bullied men and women, cheated and swindled. Relying on my good martial arts skills, I was very arrogant and haughty, which inevitably offended many people, such as the infamous Luo Qingyun.
Ji Ruchen couldn't control me, so he sewed a few pills into each of my clothes as a precaution, saying that if I went out one day and didn't come back, he would have to collect my body, which would be too much trouble.
I thought what he said made a lot of sense, so I went along with it. After that, he learned to tailor and make clothes for me. He sewed all the clothes I wore, but his own clothes were made by other maids and servants.
No wonder I was so infatuated with him. When he was in a good mood, he would do anything for me, even pluck the stars from the sky.
My lack of ambition was also because he was too good to me. After all, good men like him are almost extinct in this world. In fact, I've only ever met one like him in my entire life. So even though I knew I might fail miserably that day, I still went.
She thought to herself, "Such a good man, if I miss him, I'll never meet him again in this life, and possibly not even in the next life, or the life after that."
Soon, night fell. The death row was somewhat gloomy and terrifying. Ji Ruchen was unconscious. Although the pill saved his life, it could not cure his injuries.
The death row cell was rudimentary, containing only a bundle of straw and a blanket. He was fluctuating between hot and cold, as if he had a fever, and his wounds were also somewhat inflamed. Although he was asleep, he kept scratching himself. I wrapped him in the only blanket here to keep his hands still, lest he scratch himself and make things worse, and what if the wounds couldn't be healed?
The night grew deeper, and I was still a bit cold without a blanket. I curled up my hands and feet to keep warm. Ji Ruchen woke up, looked at the blanket on his body, and rolled his eyes helplessly.
I knew he felt I was wrapping him up too tightly, so I explained, "You have injuries and you can't scratch them, that's why I wrapped you up."
He grunted and then fell silent. I tactfully went over and freed him from the blanket. He was indeed wrapped up a bit too tightly. This way of wrapping him up like a rice dumpling wasn't really suitable. It should be wrapped like a small baby, with the upper body a bit looser.
"You don't hate me anymore?" I suddenly asked.
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