Qing'er was finally pulled up, and Qin Zichu hugged him tightly, as if he was holding a lost treasure that had been found again.
She buried her face in Qing'er's neck and sniffed the fragrance on his body, as if only in this way could her heart calm down a little bit.
Qin Zichu held up Qing'er's face, looked at his beautiful eyebrows and eyes carefully, and copied them bit by bit with his fingertips.
An impulse surged in her heart, and she moved closer and kissed the boy's tender and plump lips.
The two hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to embed each other into their bones.
After a long time, the two separated.
At this moment, Qin Zichu felt a force pulling her in the opposite direction. In just a moment, she was half a meter away from Qing'er, and the force was still pulling her.
Qin Zichu could feel that he was about to leave this space.
She stretched out her hand, but couldn't catch Qing'er.
"Qing'er, you must wait for me, you must wait for me..."
In Prince Ancheng's Palace, Qin Zichu suddenly woke up from a nightmare, opened his eyes, and looked dazed.
"Achu, how are you? Your chest still hurts. Mother will go call the imperial physician now." King Ancheng and his wife were overjoyed to see that he woke up.
Qin Zichu grabbed King Ancheng's sleeve and spoke softly, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.
"Mom and Dad, I'm fine now. I want to know if you're safe."
King Ancheng wanted to say something but was finally stopped by his wife. After giving a few instructions, they left with the maids and servants in the room.
Qin Zichu was the only one left in the empty room. It was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.
The back of her right hand rested on her forehead, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
She murmured, "Qing'er, wait for me..."
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Half an hour ago.
Qing'er lay on the bed with weak breathing, and no matter how Liang'er, Zhao Chuchu and others called her, she could not wake up.
Zhang Xiuyuan asked Wei Xuan for help and found an old doctor.
"...The injuries on this young man's body look serious, but they are only superficial. They can be healed with some rest. However, he has a heart disease. Physical illness is easy to cure, but a heart disease is difficult to cure. Now he has the thought of death and is only holding on with one breath. I am afraid he will not survive tonight. You should prepare for his funeral..."
The old doctor didn't say the last few words, but everyone knew what he meant.
Liang'er's legs went limp as if all her strength was drained away, and she fell to the ground.
"What do you mean he can't survive the night? How is that possible? He's clearly fine. He's just sick. He'll be fine after taking the medicine. Doctor, please save him..."
The old doctor sighed.
He had been practicing medicine for many years and was accustomed to seeing life and death, as well as the pain and struggle of families. But what could he do? Even if Hua Tuo were reborn, he would find it difficult to transcend life and death. Moreover, this young man had suicidal thoughts in his mind.
Such a good time, but it is about to fade away like this.
The young man on the bed was breathing his last breath. Liang'er fell to the ground and cried in pain. Zhang Xiuyuan's eyes were also red, and no matter how hard he tried to wipe them, tears still fell.
Zhao Chuchu clenched her hands tightly, and she felt a little regretful.
Maybe, maybe she shouldn't tell Qing'er that the original owner was gone.
Qing'er must have loved the original owner terribly.
The original owner must be Qing'er's belief in life.
Without the original owner, Qing'er lost his faith and he didn't want to live anymore.
She was the one who harmed Qing'er.
From initially replacing the original owner and failing to redeem Qing'er, to now confessing the fact that the original owner is no longer around.
Zhao Chuchu felt very uncomfortable.
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