"Have you seen the thing that is important to you?"
"……Um."
He Qing slightly avoided her gaze, not daring to look directly into the girl's bright and clear eyes.
He saw what was most important to him.
——He loves her.
This vague and intangible concept.
Pan Shu curved her lower lip: "That's good."
"You're still weak, lie down and rest. The medicine is still boiling. I'll go take a look." He curled his lips gently, turned and walked out the door. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard a faint sob.
He Qing's body stiffened for a moment.
He looked through the crack in the door.
Seeing the girl who was pretending to be relaxed frowning in pain, a soft sob escaped from her mouth.
She curled herself into a ball.
Her hands were wrapped tightly around her knees.
His shoulders were shaking slightly.
He Qing felt astringent, swollen and painful at the tip of his heart.
His face turned pale for a moment.
Was she just forcing herself to hold on? She was actually in so much pain, so much pain...
He Qing lowered his eyes, and gently pressed his suffocated heart with his slender hand like cold jade, and slowly exhaled: Soon... soon, his little girl will no longer be in so much pain.
He locked himself in the pharmacy.
Using his finger as a sword, he slashed the wrist hard. The cold white wrist with clearly visible blue veins was instantly covered in blood.
The scarlet blood quickly dripped down his slightly protruding wrist bones and filled a large bowl.
There was a hint of blood-red charm in the translucent jade bowl.
He Qing's face turned two shades paler.
He put down his folded sleeves expressionlessly.
The young man crushed the poison into powder, mixed it with cinnabar, and drank it without any emotion. He felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and covered his pale lips tightly to suppress the urge to vomit.
He has always had a keen and unique talent in medicine.
He knows.
The process of rescuing the little girl.
In fact, it is the process of constantly turning yourself into a drug man.
In the end, he will become an unconscious medicine man who lives only for her.
He Qing was not afraid at all.
Even without hesitation.
The little prince of the demon clan, who has always been selfish and willful, fell uncontrollably and deeply in love with a fox.
So he was willing to sacrifice his own life to fulfill her wish.
Dusk soon fell outside the window. He Qing's face was already as pale as paper, and his body had become thinner for no reason.
"He Qing."
When he heard the little girl's voice, He Qing's pupils shook slightly.
He endured the itchy pain in his throat that felt like ants biting him, and spoke with difficulty: "What's wrong? Shushu."
Suddenly, there was a fishy-sweet taste in my mouth.
Soon there were spots of blood on the ground.
He Qing wiped his blood-stained red lips and took a deep breath.
Wrong...
Why is it still wrong?
Which step is wrong?
He Qing had no time to think about which medicinal ingredient went wrong. He slowly stood up, walked to the door and opened it.
He lowered his eyes and saw the girl standing at the junction of light and darkness.
Half of her delicate pale face was hidden in the darkness.
Emotions are not real.
He Qing felt a sense of absurdity and unreality in his heart.
It was as if her soul was looking down at him from above, mocking his self-conceit.
He Qing's thick black eyelashes trembled violently.
It was his illusion.
The girl's smile was brighter and softer than anyone else's. She put her arm around He Qing's thin arm and said, "I feel much better now. I want to go out and play. Can you accompany me?"
He Qing hummed softly.
The eyes that were originally as cold as ice gradually melted and were filled with the warmth of spring.
"Okay, where do you want to go?"
The sharp pain in his body made He Qing unable to move.
He smiled nonchalantly.
It seems no different from usual.
Banshu: "I heard that a new Haoweilou restaurant opened in the world. Chunqin said it's delicious. I want to go and eat there."
He Qing bent his lips in amusement: "Okay."
He took Panshu's hand, and the little girl shivered, "Heqing, why are your hands so cold?"
"Really?" He Qing frowned, thinking it was because she had just bled and taken something extremely cold. He was afraid of freezing the girl, so he gently let go of her hand and put some distance between them. "Maybe she's not wearing enough."
"oh."
Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Why don't you put on more clothes?"
He Qing had no choice but to take out a brand new dark green cloak from her ring.
"I'll help you put it on."
Banshu brought the cloak over, and before she could stand on tiptoe, Heqing bent down to be at eye level with Banshu.
Those slightly upturned, affectionate peach blossom eyes looked straight at Banshu.
There's an inexplicable hint of flirtation.
A blush appeared on the girl's cheeks.
She tied the two thin neck ropes into a beautiful knot.
Finally, she ruffled his hair gently, as if rewarding an obedient puppy, and said, "Okay, let's go."
He Qing also indulged her.
The corners of her lips were curved in a stunningly beautiful arc.
Suddenly, he felt a soft and tender touch on the palm of his hand. He Qing was stunned and looked down.
The girl was holding his hand.
"Let's hold hands." She said softly.
He Qing's heart softened, but he still said, "It's cold."
"I'm not afraid," she said.
He Qing's heart moved.
The next second, he took the initiative and held the girl's snow-white and soft hand.
Good Taste House.
Haoweilou is famous for its signature dish, braised hairy crabs, and its dazzling array of pastries.
It is said that even the imperial chefs in the palace cannot make the food taste like that of Haoweilou.
To be honest, He Qing and Ban Shu are both delicate creatures.
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