"Master, your hand."
"It's all blood, you need to bandage it quickly," Li Gui said with concern.
"No need." With just those two words, Yi Chenli said no more.
Yi Chenli wheeled himself forward until he arrived at the room where An Yuan'er used to live.
Li Gui followed quietly behind his master, without saying a word, acting as if he were invisible.
Yi Chenli quietly surveyed the room. A comb sat before the bronze mirror, likely the one An Yuan'er used to comb her hair that morning. On the bedside table lay the storybook An Yuan'er was reading, with a bookmark in the middle indicating she hadn't finished it. Hanging on the clothes rack was a half-embroidered outer garment, a men's style, in the black color Yi Chenli often wore—probably the one An Yuan'er had mentioned making for him.
The room was filled with traces of the girl's presence, but she would never use the comb again, the story would never be finished, and the unfinished clothes could only hang there.
She left in a hurry, and Yi Chenli's heart was leaking out.
“Master, I will not move Miss Yuan’s room. She can move in whenever she wants to come back.”
"No need. She won't be coming back to live here." Yi Chenli rejected Li Gui's suggestion.
If he succeeds, they should move to a different place. If he fails, she definitely can't stay here.
Once you leave, you really won't be coming back.
"Move my room to this one, I'll stay here from now on."
At least there are traces of her life here, and Yi Chenli can numb himself a little that she is still by his side.
Her departure made Yi Chenli seem like the biggest villain, but in reality, he was in even deeper pain than An Yuan'er.
*
It was quite late when An Huai returned home from Chenyang Palace that day. Without disturbing anyone, she directly escorted An Yuan'er back to her room.
After returning, An Yuan'er was very tired. An Huaishou thought that after her sister rested well for a night, she would recover her energy.
Unexpectedly, An Yuan'er developed a fever and became seriously ill.
Since her serious illness at the age of five, An Yuan'er has occasionally suffered from minor illnesses, but none of them have ever been as severe as this one.
An Yuan'er ran barefoot for so long in the freezing winter, enduring such a strong wind; even the strongest body couldn't withstand it. Tormented by both physical and mental exhaustion, the girl collapsed.
An Yuan'er felt like she was on fire, and was in a daze, constantly muttering, "A-Li, A-Li."
In the past, every time she was sick, Ali always stayed by her side and never missed a single time.
This time, however, An Yuan'er knew very well that he wouldn't be by her side, nor would he stay by her side anymore. When he left that day, he could still say things to appear strong, but in reality, An Yuan'er wasn't strong at all; the pretense was just a lie to deceive herself.
Everyone in the Litingyuan was anxious, and An Chaoli found the best doctor in the capital for An Yuan'er.
The doctor rushed to the Liting Garden overnight, making a great fuss that alarmed the entire An family.
But An Yuan'er's illness did not improve, which reminded An Chaoli of the flu that Yuan'er had when she was five years old. Could it be that it was that disease again?
Back then, the Celestial Master's miraculous elixirs saved them, but such luck doesn't come every time.
An Chaoli summoned all the doctors and they all inquired about the strange matter.
"What illness does my daughter have? Why is her fever so high and she's not getting better? Could it be that the flu that was so prevalent back then has returned?"
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