Murong Jin touched his face, then spoke gently, "I'm sorry."
Di Junlan's eyes welled up with tears, and he immediately hugged Murong Jin.
"If we go to our master, he'll definitely have a solution, right?"
Murong Jin shook his head, "My body is exhausted, and my old injuries are slowly healing."
Emperor Junlan held Murong Jin and wept, "I'd rather die than see you like this..."
Murong Jin patted his shoulder, "There are still a few years left. You've lived for over forty years, that's enough."
Emperor Junlan wept silently, and Murong Jin knew he was in pain.
She was also upset.
But this cannot be changed.
After staying at the Taoist temple for half a month, Murong Jin's energy and spirits improved. When she coughed, Di Junlan would also keep an eye on her.
"Does it hurt?"
Murong Jin shook her head. "It doesn't hurt."
He's lying; he's turned pale.
Di Junlan felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He was always clinging to Murong Jin, even holding her while sleeping, as if afraid she would disappear...
While accompanying Murong Jin, he also secretly sent people to search for a divine physician.
But if even Ah Jin's master can't do it, what other people can?
Despair slowly crept into his heart. Every time, after Murong Jin fell into a coma, Di Junlan would cry silently in the room, suppressing his cries of despair and helplessness.
Normally, if he makes even the slightest noise, his partner will reach out and hug him, knowing exactly what he's doing, and will gently comfort him.
But now, no matter how hard he tries to suppress his voice, broken sounds still rang out, while the person on the bed remained asleep peacefully.
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