"Well, my wife, I believe you can come up with a solution."
The handsome young man's clear eyes were full of trust in Zhao Chuchu. Zhao Chuchu held his hand, and her fingertips circled his palm. After a while, the young man's thin face turned red, as if it was stained with a layer of rouge.
Zhao Chuchu was not opposed to redeeming Qing'er and Liang'er because of Yuanger's request, Qing'er's kindness, and the original owner.
If the original owner were still alive, she would probably protect Qing'er even at the cost of her life. Since she had taken over her body, she should do her best to help her.
…
About an hour later, Liang'er came knocking on the door and said that Qing'er had woken up and was much more sober, and specifically wanted to see Zhao Chuchu alone.
Zhao Chuchu did not refuse.
When she stepped into the room, it was very quiet. Almost at the moment she approached, the frail boy on the bed raised his eyes and looked at her.
His eyes fell on Zhao Chuchu, never moving away for a second. He looked her up and down, as if trying to see something.
The emotions in his eyes rose and fell for a long time, and then gradually calmed down.
He half-closed his long eyelashes and said lightly: "You are not her."
Zhao Chuchu was suddenly shocked. It was only the second time they met, and Qing'er was already certain that she was not the original owner.
It takes a lot of love to do this.
Zhao Chuchu hesitated between telling the truth and pretending to be confused. She sighed and said, "I am Zhao Chuchu, but I am indeed not her."
Zhao Chuchu said that she was a ghost who accidentally entered the original owner's body. As for where the original owner's soul went, she didn't know.
"Miss Zhao, could you tell Qing'er when she left?"
Zhao Chuchu moved her lips, recalling the scene that day.
"...When I arrived, she had already sold her tiled house, got fifty taels of silver, and was preparing to come to the county town."
Qing'er's breathing stagnated, as if she had guessed something.
Zhao Chuchu: "She is here to redeem you."
Two lines of clear tears rolled down from Qing'er's eyes. His fingers tightly clenched the quilt. He choked and murmured, his voice unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow: "It turns out that he hasn't forgotten his oath. This is enough, enough..."
Zhao Chuchu turned her head away, unable to bear to see Qing'er's current appearance.
She couldn't help but think that if she hadn't traveled through time at that time, perhaps the original owner would have redeemed Qing'er, and Qing'er would have left Chunman Garden and would not have encountered what happened now.
Did she harm Qing'er?
But if she had not traveled through time, Yuan Ge'er might have been forced by Lin Dacui, and who knows what kind of miserable life he would have lived.
Zhao Chuchu thought that she was probably selfish. If she were given another chance, she would still make the same choice as before.
"Thank you Miss Zhao for telling me the truth. Qing'er is tired and wants to rest." Qing'er turned slightly to the side and closed her eyes.
Zhao Chuchu opened her mouth, not knowing how to comfort him. Finally, she glanced at his desolate and lonely back and left the room.
…
Sometimes, people live on a belief. Once the belief is gone and the heart dies, the person will not live long.
That night, Qing'er started to have a fever, a high fever that lasted intermittently. She changed several doctors, but her condition did not improve.
He was not unconscious, but confused. He lay in bed, half asleep and half awake, and sometimes like in a nightmare.
Liang'er watched from the side, her heart aching.
Another doctor took Qing'er's pulse, wrote a prescription, and after a moment's hesitation, said, "This young man is actually suffering from a heart disease. He has suicidal thoughts and is determined to die. Even if Hua Tuo were reborn, it would be difficult to save him."
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