"I don't know how to thank you enough, Dongfang."
Li Baobei frowned slightly, her face pale and weak, like a wisp of cloud that could disappear at any moment.
"This period may be my last days. I feel so lucky to have you and Anji as my friends."
"If there is an afterlife, we must talk about poetry and compose verses together, drink and make merry. That would be wonderful." Her face was filled with endless longing, as if everything would unfold as she imagined.
"Friends?" A hint of pain flashed in Dongfang Yerong's eyes. He did not avoid her gaze, carefully observing her every expression.
"Mmm," Dongfang Yerong responded softly, but couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart.
If there is an afterlife, Li Nannan, I hope that I will be the one to meet you first...
Cough cough cough...
She coughed again, trembling, and quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief. The metallic taste in her throat stimulated her taste buds, and she knew that she was coughing up blood.
Dongfang Yerong looked at the striking red on her blue handkerchief, and the bright red stain on her pale lips. At this moment, she looked exactly the same as before, full of energy and health.
He quickly squatted down and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. Li Baobei was momentarily stunned, a hint of discomfort appearing on her face, her eyes staring blankly ahead.
Dongfang Yerong noticed her stiffness and said, "Your face is a little dirty."
"Thank you~" Li Baobei slowly lowered her head. She didn't know how to face Dongfang Yerong. He was very good, so good that Li Baobei didn't know whether his kindness to her was the feeling between friends or the feeling between lovers.
if……
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Aside from thanking him, she didn't know how else she could repay his kindness.
As the days slowly passed, Li Baobei lost track of how many days had gone by. Every day, she was tormented by pain.
In the pitch-black night, raindrops danced in the air, as if telling one story after another.
A cold wind blew through the flickering candlelight in the room. She tried to see everything around her, but it was all in vain.
Her world was now nothing but darkness, and that face reappeared in her mind.
"Why worry."
"Why worry~"
Tears silently slid down her cheeks, reflecting the candlelight, before vanishing without a trace, their faint sound dissipating into the darkness.
"I'm taking her to Penglai Island." Dongfang Yerong knelt resolutely in front of the hall, above whom sat the leader of the Brightness Cult, who was also his father, Dongfang Quanjiu.
Dongfang Quanjiu's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he said sharply, "Penglai Island is an ethereal place, Rong'er, don't be stubborn."
"You are the future master of the Church of Light, you must not ruin your future because of a woman."
Dongfang Quanjiu's tone carried an undeniable domineering air.
Dongfang Yerong slowly stood up, her tone unchanged from before, "I will take her with me. I will not give up until the very last moment."
"Father, if I return alive, I will repay your kindness in raising me."
"Now, I must save her!" Dongfang Yerong turned and left without hesitation.
Dongfang Quanjiu's face was solemn, and he shouted in exasperation, "You..." The rest of the words stuck in his throat, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes as he watched Dongfang Yerong's departing figure.
Li Baobei entered a period of waking up less and sleeping more. She was in a daze all day, and after an unknown amount of time, she seemed to hear Dongfang Yerong's voice.
She tried to open her eyes, but no matter how much she struggled, it seemed to be in vain; she could no longer control her broken body.
She heard Dongfang Yerong whisper in her ear, "We're going to Penglai Island. I'll do anything to save you..."
She could feel herself being held, but she didn't know whether it was An Ji or Dongfang Ye Rong.
Then I heard the sound of a carriage rolling...
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