The gauze curtains hang down to the ground, blocking the glaring sunlight, but allowing you to see the lush greenery outside.
Yun Wushu's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his fine eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he didn't want to wake up, or as if he was immersed in an endless dream.
His breathing was weak but still steady, his chest rising and falling slightly, like a sleeping animal.
He has been accustomed to taking care of Yunwushu since he was a child. He has always been thin and small, with a weak physique, and would get sick if the wind blew.
"Sir, Star Lord..." Several doctors and nannies stood by the bed with bitter expressions on their faces.
"Everyone, get out." Chrisel waved her hand and asked them to go out first.
Chrisel sat carefully on the edge of the bed, reaching out to brush away the hair on his face, with uncontrollable heartache in her eyes.
Chriselle smiled helplessly and rubbed his brow lightly with her fingertips: "When will you be a good boy?"
The former star lord passed away in a hurry, and Chrisel was made Duke and took over the political affairs of Muqier Star. Yunwushu, who was only twelve years old, was also pushed to the position of star lord.
Chrisel looked quietly at the cloud book on the bed, and gently rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips, as if comforting a willful child.
With a low sigh, she gently pulled the quilt up to cover his thin shoulders before walking out.
The moment the door was closed, the room was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped. Yun Wushu opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
There was no expression on his pale face. His fingers slowly tightened, grasping a corner of the quilt, his knuckles turning slightly white due to the force.
He hated this feeling, weak and powerless, as if he was trapped in his own frail body, without even the room to struggle.
What disgusted him even more was that Chriselle's unconditional gentleness and tolerance made him feel at a loss.
But it seemed like God was playing a joke on him. When he was three years old, the doctor said he would not live past the age of five. When he was six, the doctor said he would not live past the age of ten. Now he is sixteen.
Chrisel is getting busier and busier. Although he still takes care of him like he did when they were children, Yunwushu always feels that something is different.
The wind outside the window blew the gauze curtains, casting fine light and shadows. Yun Wushu slowly sat up, with a hint of fatigue on his pale face.
His hand lightly pressed against his forehead, his breathing quickened for a moment, then gradually became steady.
Star Master, it's time for you to take your medicine." A young maid walked in carefully carrying a medicine tray, her tone respectful yet tinged with pity.
Yun Wushu looked at the bowl of black medicine juice, frowned slightly, then reached out to take it, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The bitter medicine slid down his throat, bringing a hint of bitterness and chill.
The maid breathed a sigh of relief: "My Lord has instructed that if you finish drinking the medicine, I can take you out for some fresh air."
Yun Wushu was slightly startled, then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a hint of a smile: "He knows my daily routine better than I do."
The maid didn't dare to answer, but just stood aside with her head down, waiting for him to change his clothes.
Half an hour later, Yun Wushu was sitting on a bench in the garden. The sunlight shone through the branches and leaves onto his shoulders. The interplay of light and shadow made his face look less pale.
This garden was built by Chrisel specifically for him. Flowers bloom all year round and the environment is warm and humid, which is suitable for people with a weak constitution like him.
But he doesn't like it here.
His eyes fell on the high wall in the distance, which was the boundary of the Muqier Star Lord's residence and the limit of his range of activities.
His fingertips gently stroked the corner of his clothes, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Yun Wushu dismissed the maid, slowly stood up, and walked along the familiar path towards the main house.
The breeze ruffled his light-colored robe, and the soft fabric clung to his slender figure, making him look even thinner and weaker.
Along the way, servants occasionally bowed their heads to salute, but he just nodded lightly in response without stopping.
He originally wanted to take a walk and breathe some fresh air, but for some reason, his feet unconsciously moved towards the living room.
When he pushed open the door, he saw Chrisel standing in the middle of the room, and next to him stood a man in military uniform.
The man was tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very imposing. At this moment, he was leaning forward slightly, as if he was talking to Chrisel in a low voice.
They are very close.
It was so close that Yun Wushu frowned inexplicably.
The hem of Chrisel's clothes almost touched the man's military boots, and the man looked at Chrisel intently with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Yun Wushu stood at the door and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He didn't know where he was uncomfortable, but the strange feeling was like a thin needle piercing his heart. It didn't hurt, but it made him irritated.
He stood there quietly, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Chrisel noticed something and turned his head slightly, just in time to meet Yunwushu's eyes.
His eyes darkened, and then a smile appeared on his face: "Why are you out? Aren't you still resting?"
Yun Wushu lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "Get some fresh air."
Chriselle smiled slightly, then waved her hand towards him: "Since you are here, come here."
Yun Wushu slowly walked into the reception room. He glanced at the soldier and asked calmly, "Guest?"
"Mussen Laing, General," Kristel introduced. "The riots at the border have just ended. He was ordered back to the capital to report on his duties, and he came to see you while he was there."
Yunwushu raised his eyes and looked at the other person. Musen Rein's gaze fell on him with a bit of scrutiny.
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