When she learned that Li Baobei had drowned, she searched everywhere for information and finally found out that she was going to marry He You.
Until the subsequent fire, everything seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if reduced to ashes.
A few months later, Li Baobei reappeared out of thin air. The person who had been confirmed dead came back to life. But as long as Anji knew that Li Baobei was still alive, he felt that nothing else mattered. It was good that people were alive.
She started protecting Li Baobei again. They were like family, going boating on the lake together, eating together, and playing together...
Anji knew from the moment she saw Li Baobei again that she was sick. They had consulted many doctors, but none of them could find any results.
She watched helplessly as Li Baobei's health deteriorated day by day.
A tear slid down from the dark left eye, leaving only a faint tear stain.
Dongfang Yerong often stayed by Li Baobei's side. He pushed Li Baobei outside and said slowly, "The weather is sunny today, it's good to go out and get some sun."
"Mmm," Li Baobei replied faintly. Her fair skin stood out somewhat in the sunlight, seemingly out of place with her surroundings.
Li Baobei raised her face toward the source of the warmth. She knew the sun must be high in the sky, but she could no longer see it.
Her hair swayed in the breeze, and Dongfang Yerong stared in a daze for a moment.
Li Nannan is very beautiful, there is no doubt about that.
She seems to still be the same young woman who disguised herself as a man to write poetry at the Dream Pavilion. It's clearly the same person, but why does she now seem like she would vanish without a trace with just a gentle breeze?
Li Baobei wore a serene smile, her eyes still vacant, and said, "Dongfang, thank you."
She has now gradually adapted to the pain that constantly lashes her body.
Perhaps because of the herbal soup that Dongfang Yerong gave him, the pain in his body was not as obvious or as uncomfortable as before.
Hearing her words, Dongfang Yerong felt a lump in his throat, as if he were suffocating.
He forced himself to remain calm and said cheerfully, "I did it willingly, you don't need to thank me."
The wind blew on his face, and for the first time, he felt a chill.
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