Chapter 62 His exclusive tenderness now belongs to another person
Yun Zhao was in a coma for five days.
She was not unconscious.
Every day when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep, I feel like I’m being watched deeply.
This feeling is familiar.
She tried hard to open her eyes to see who it was.
But soon you will be dragged into a deep nightmare again.
There were endless wars in the dream, and the flames were raging everywhere. She looked at Xie Jingmo across the sea of fire, and then he raised his hand and pushed her into the boundless abyss.
Yun Zhao was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
Fine beads of cold sweat continued to appear on his forehead.
She wanted to wake up, she even felt her hand grabbing something.
But no matter how hard he tried, he kept repeating himself in dreams.
That feeling is like—
I'll never wake up in this life.
until--
A warm body pressed against her, she was wrapped in the soft embrace, the familiar scent of fir in her nostrils, and only then did Yun Zhao fall into a deep sleep.
Day 5.
That familiar smell entered my nose again.
Yun Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.
She looked at the person in front of her and for a moment suspected that she was dreaming.
“Thank you…” Yun Zhao’s voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time. “Jing Mo…?”
Yun Zhao's voice was very low, so low that only she could hear it.
The hand holding her tightened, and a low voice fell, "Have a good rest, don't talk."
This is the cold tone that belongs only to Xie Jingmo.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
Yun Zhao always felt that there was a hint of pampering and a slight sense of pity in this voice.
It's like—
When she first entered the military camp.
Xie Jingmo was strict at that time, but one could always detect the gentleness that was accidentally revealed in his coldness.
That was a precious memory that Yun Zhao had in the following years, which seemed out of reach.
Yun Zhao felt that he was dreaming.
Xie Jingmo would no longer be so gentle to her.
His exclusive tenderness now belongs to another person.
She was just an insignificant chess piece that he had exchanged for five thousand pieces of armor.
Yun Zhao pursed her dry lips, slowly raised her hand, and her fingertips fell on Xie Jingmo's nose, stroking it bit by bit.
No matter how many times they said goodbye, she could not deny that she still loved Xie Jingmo.
The intense love of those seven years cannot be taken back easily.
Yun Zhao thought that only in dreams could he look at him so unscrupulously.
In the dream, Xie Jingmo slowly opened his eyes and looked at her in the darkness.
"Does it still hurt?" A low, hoarse voice sounded in the endless darkness.
Yun Zhao felt that he must be crazy.
Otherwise, how could one hear a hint of heartache in Xie Jingmo's tone?
She wanted to shake her head, but nodded.
She missed Xie Jingmo so much, and only in her dreams could she allow herself to be so unrestrained.
She looked at Xie Jingmo's eyebrows and said softly, "It hurts."
The words fell.
She saw Xie Jingmo lower his head, reverently put his lips on her wound, and gently kissed her.
That moment.
Yun Zhao only felt the wound instantly become hot, and an itch invaded his heart.
Xie Jingmo raised his head, his dark eyes meeting hers, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Yun Zhao's face gradually turned red.
She didn't dare to speak, not a single word, for fear that the slightest sound would wake her from this beautiful dream.
She slowly closed her eyes and snuggled into Xie Jingmo's arms.
Tears slowly fell from the corners of my eyes.
After a long while, Yun Zhao, with red eyes and cheek pressed against his strong chest, couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
Xie Jingmo seemed to be unable to hear clearly. He lowered his head and asked, "Huh?"
Yun Zhao burst into tears immediately. The grievances she had felt for a long time poured out in this dream, and she was finally able to let herself cry out loud.
"Why?"
Yun Zhao bit his lip, tears rolling down his eyes. "Why are you a prince? Why are you a general?"
"Why..." Yun Zhao bit his lip fiercely, and finally couldn't help but say: "If you were not you, if you were not Xie Jingmo, could I try again, could I still have a chance to fight for it?"
Even in his dreams, Yun Zhao didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
She said in a low, hoarse voice: "Xie Jingmo, I still want to work hard, I don't want to leave, I want to stay by your side forever, but you are Xie Jingmo, you will not always be my Xie Jingmo."
"You will leave eventually. You are not mine after all."
Yun Zhao cried so hard that she fell asleep again in a daze.
She was extremely tired.
In her sleep, Xie Jingmo kissed her lips gently and kissed away the tears on her cheeks.
Yun Zhao thought.
This is indeed a luxurious dream.
The morning light is dim.
The thing Yun Zhao was holding in his hand was gently pulled.
When the faint scent of fir disappears.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
She covered her wound and ran out barefoot.
The yard was empty.
"Xie Jingmo, is that you?"
The movement pulled the wound, and Yun Zhao bent over in pain and coughed violently.
A figure landed at my feet.
Yun Zhao paused and raised his head in a daze.
"you……"
Xie Jingmo's face looked even colder in the extreme darkness, and there was not a trace of the tenderness in his dream on his face.
Only a deep chill remained.
"Why... are you here?" Yun Zhao still remembered that before he fell into a coma, he was taken away by the Lord of Lincheng.
"After all, I exchanged you for five thousand pieces of armor. If you died on the way, the Lord of Lincheng would probably not let it go. Now that I see you're awake, that's great. From now on, your life or death has nothing to do with me. The Lord of Lincheng and I have made a deal."
Yun Zhao's chaotic consciousness still retained the warmth of the dream.
She looked at Xie Jingmo expectantly, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed after hearing these words.
The first ray of light in the morning fell on a face covered with disappointment.
Xie Jingmo looked at Yun Zhao and curled up his hands beside his legs.
"I'm leaving. I won't come back. Let's just say goodbye!"
After Xie Jingmo finished speaking, he quickly left.
Yun Zhao stood at the foot of the wall quietly for a long time, then sat back on the bed silently.
Cheng Yi came in with a frown, "Master, what does General Xie mean? We left, and he came after you. Now you're awake, and he's saying harsh words again. Is this fun?!"
Cheng Yi was really angry.
He knew better than anyone how difficult the path of a military doctor was. Xie Jingmo was a strict person. If Yun Zhao had been able to stay under him for seven years, wouldn't every day have been as difficult as being fried in oil?
The person had already left, but he still chased them out and stabbed them!
Who is this person!
Even the general can’t do it!
Yun Zhao looked at Cheng Yi's indignant expression, shook his head and smiled faintly, "You are still young and have never liked anyone. When you fall in love with someone in the future, you will understand how I feel now."
Cheng Yi was horrified when he heard this. "I don't want to, Master. It's so painful to see you like this. I'd rather not like anyone."
Yun Zhao nodded, looked at the ground, and whispered, "Yes, it's too painful. So, we must control our hearts so as not to give others the opportunity to hurt us."
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