Even when faced with life and death, Yi Chenli was able to be so strong and composed. He was in so much pain, but he still managed to pull through.
An Yuan'er didn't want him to see her crying; what he wanted to see was the smiling An Yuan'er.
Upon entering the tent, one is immediately struck by the strong smell of medicine, as well as the overwhelming stench of blood that even the medicine cannot mask.
The basins of blood that were carried out were all blood that had flowed directly from Yi Chenli's body.
The boy on the bed had his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed together, and his face pale and bloodless.
An Yuan'er had never seen Yi Chenli so weak. Even when his legs were being treated before, Yi Chenli was conscious and would try to avoid or resist, but he was lying on the bed lifeless like this now.
An Yuan'er finally realized that the boy who had been by her side was not invincible either. He was made of flesh and blood; he could get sick, get hurt, and even die...
He possessed so many emotions and desires; he would shield the woman he loved from a dangerous arrow. He was ruthless, yet also the most affectionate.
An Yuan'er gently walked up to Yi Chenli and changed the cloth on his forehead.
Last night, the imperial physician said he had a high fever, but now the fever has subsided.
Yi Chenli possesses astonishing resilience, which may be related to the frequent injuries he sustained as a child. He endured so much suffering, and now, just when he was about to reap the rewards, he was injured.
An Yuan'er wondered: Would Yi Chenli regret it if he really died like this?
The poison on the arrow remained a mystery. An Yuan'er wasn't even sure if she could endure watching the person before her grow weaker day by day.
An Yuan'er turned around, trying to wipe away her uncontrollable tears.
But at that very moment...
Her right hand was completely enveloped by a large hand.
The calluses on his hands gently rubbed against the softness of An Yuan'er's hands, a soft, ticklish sensation.
Yi Chenli's voice was a little hoarse: "Yuan Gun Gun, I'm fine."
"Don't cry, I'm not in any pain."
"I'll be better after a few days of rest. Then I'll go buy you your favorite steamed buns."
Even his voice sounded strained, but everything he said when he woke up was about her.
He certainly knew his physical condition, but he still comforted her and told her he would get better.
Even though Yi Chenli knew in his heart that this might be a lie.
An Yuan'er turned around excitedly and threw herself into Yi Chenli's arms.
It turns out, the pain is unbearable. An Yuan'er wanted to smile for him, but the sorrow in her heart was too great, and she couldn't smile at all.
With a sob in her voice, she said, "I don't want to eat steamed buns. I just want Ali to get better. If Ali gets better, I can go my whole life without eating steamed buns."
"I don't want you to force yourself; you're clearly in a lot of pain."
"Yi Chenli, tell me, what should I do?"
An Yuan'er was confused; she was not prepared to accept this reality at all.
A tyrant should be invincible, he should be sharp. It was she who smoothed out his edges and made him sheathe his sharpness.
But if all of this comes at the cost of Yi Chenli's life, then An Yuan'er would rather not have it.
So what if he becomes a wicked villain? An Yuan'er is willing to become bad with him.
It turns out that, from beginning to end, what An Yuan'er wanted was very simple.
All she wanted was for him to live well and be happy...
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