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After an unknown amount of time, she felt herself waking up in a void. She didn't know where she was. Su Qian looked around in panic, but didn't see even a shadow.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds gradually approached from a distance. Su Qian suddenly turned around to look, and saw that the fog was so thick that it obscured people's faces.
She squinted her eyes, trying to see the man on the horse clearly.
But it was really difficult to tell. The only thing that could be vaguely seen was that the man was covered with arrows.
Some powerful arrows even penetrated the chest and abdomen...
The horse carried him forward. When it passed by Su Qian, she could see the man's face clearly and the thick blood dripping down.
Su Qian was in a trance, staring blankly at the man on the horse.
The horse was jolted by the turbulence and suddenly shook violently, causing the man on its back to fall off.
Su Qian was horrified and ran forward suddenly...
No, it can't be him.
He has always been powerful. On the battlefield, he would kill gods and Buddhas. Everyone said that he was the devil who had come to the world. How could he be injured?
Su Qian ran to the man and carefully turned half of his body over to avoid pressing on the arrow and causing secondary trauma.
She lifted the hair that was covering his face, revealing his true appearance...
She suddenly lost her strength and fell to her knees, crying out his name, "Aye, wake up!"
But no matter what, she couldn't wake Yan Xuanye up. As time passed, she heard another wave of horse hooves coming from the distance.
"Quick! Capture the Yan thief and make him a marquis of ten thousand households, and reward him with a hundred taels of gold!"
The guilt in her heart reached its peak at this moment. If she had not insisted on betraying him, Yan Xuanye would not have led his troops to attack Nanchang Kingdom, and was hunted down after his defeat.
She cried so hard in her dream, but no matter how she shouted, Yan Xuanye did not respond.
Fear, heartache and pain suddenly surged into her heart, and she began to fear the possibility of another existence.
No, he won't die.
As I thought about this, I reached out my trembling hand to the tip of his nose, trying to feel his breath...
Before she could feel his breath, someone suddenly grabbed her right hand. The touch felt very real, as if someone was holding her hand in an alien space.
At the same time, she also heard several familiar voices, "Su Zhao? Su Zhao?"
"What's going on? Why isn't he awake yet?"
"I don't know either."
Lu Huan scolded, "Useless! How do you take care of people?"
Mother Liao bent down and said, "It's all my fault. I didn't take good care of the girl."
Lu Huan glared at her angrily, but couldn't bear to blame Mother Liao anymore. After all, she was old. "Forget it, go down."
"yes."
Lu Huan looked at Su Qian, whose brows were furrowed in her sleep, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
He heard everything she shouted just now, not missing a single word.
Su Qian called him Aye, told him not to die, and said that she was sorry for him.
If she really missed him so much, what did all the wonderful time she and I had spent together mean to her?
A feeling of weakness spread throughout the body.
If Su Qian was awake, he would definitely have an argument with her.
But she was asleep, and no matter how he called her, she wouldn't wake up. He was filled with resentment, unable to vent it, and could only swallow it down...
When had he ever felt so aggrieved before? Only this person could make him feel this way.
Lu Huan sat beside her. As night fell, he disappeared into the darkness...
After a long time, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in when facing Su Qian's mumbling in his sleep.
When he first heard from Liao's mother that Su Qian was talking in her sleep and couldn't wake up, he was filled with anxiety.
After hearing what she muttered in her sleep, he became angry and jealous.
But now, the anger is gone, and the jealousy has been forgotten.
He only knew that Su Qian was crying...
Su Qian's embroidery skills were not good and were not presentable at all. He didn't mind it at first, but she herself looked down on the things she embroidered.
But she couldn't resist his desire, so she went to the street and bought him a handkerchief.
Lu Huan scolded her for being lazy, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he finally accepted it.
The last time Xu Lianyun came to his study to find him and wanted to introduce his daughter to him, Lu Huan even took out this handkerchief to hint to Xu Lianyun that he already had a lover.
Lu Huan clutched the handkerchief she had bought and wiped her tears. It was dark at night, but he did not turn on the light. Instead, he gently wiped away her tears with the touch of his hands.
What should I do with you? Su Zhao.
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Su Qian didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, the content of her dream was still fresh in her memory.
That suffocating heartache lingered in my heart for a long time...
She slowly sat up and cleared her throat, only to find that her throat was extremely sore, like the pain after crying for a while.
Lu Huan waited for a long time until she woke up, "Sore throat?"
He suddenly spoke, startling Su Qian, "Why are you here?"
Lu Huan frowned and said in a bad tone: "Why can't I be here?"
It was not difficult for Su Qian to hear the sarcasm in his tone, but in these days, apart from a few kisses, holding hands, and some hugs, the two of them had never done anything more intimate.
Not to mention why he appeared in her room at night.
Seeing him here in the middle of the night, she naturally asked him a question, but she didn't know why he became so sarcastic again...
Su Qian: "I'm just asking, why are you doing this?"
Lu Huan sneered, "Why should I do this?"
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