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The treehouse is not big, about the same size as the one in Tianshui District.

Silver bells, small wooden tables, cabinets and kitchenware...... It's all the same as I remember.

Qianling stood by the wooden door, looking at the golden-brown pine cones on the door, and then at the other familiar furnishings in the room...... Look at the window bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Fingers slowly clenched the package tied around his shoulder.

The small silver bells spin and are reflected in the white snow of the setting sun.

The snow is white, swirling and dyed with a rosy sunset.

The boy slept by the window, his snow-white futon bathed in the soft golden halo of the setting sun, and his long hair, like a waterfall, spread out among the white pillows.

The eyelashes are sloppy and slender like a thin fan.

He slept quietly, his pale and feeble cheeks bathed in the hazy golden glow of the setting sun, his delicate silhouette coated with a soft light.

Gentle footsteps from far and near.

It's familiar.

"...... Satsuki" was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and he slowly turned his face away, his thin lips pursed slightly.

Qianling stood at the head of the bed, slowly squatted down, and reached out to tuck his quilt:

"Why don't you ask the doctor to change the dressing?"

"Although the wound is bandaged, you still need to change the dressing and gauze on time, otherwise the wound is easy to be infected and inflamed, you know?"

His black hair was scattered between the pillows, and he looked away from her, as if he was asleep.

Qianling squatted at the head of the bed, looked at the silent person in front of her, and sighed faintly:

"But you probably haven't really been hurt before, so you don't know...... Now that I've said it, I should know, right?"

“……”

Qianling looked at his side face in the glow of the sunset, and her voice was soft:

"Let the doctor change the dressing, okay?"

"You're here to meddle in your business?" said in a muffled voice.

Seeing him speak suddenly, Qianling was stunned for a moment, with a hint of joy on her face, and paused:

"It's not an idle matter. "Xiaoyue's business is not an idle matter.

Black hair fell from the pale cheeks and spread all the way to the bed.

He slowly turned his face to look at her, his cheeks were still pale and weak, his lips were vaguely dry, and his voice was soft:

"What does it have to do with you?"

Qianling looked at his pale face and frowned:

"Satsuki...... Have you eaten well these days?"

Under the care of the physician's maid, you look even weaker than before, how ...... you

He looked at her, his eyelashes drooping, and he didn't speak.

"Stupid!" Qianling's nose was sore, her eyes were red, and she was so anxious that she wanted to give him a punch, looking at that weak and innocent face, she couldn't do it, "Why don't you eat! Lan Feng can't make you hungry! Why don't you eat? Why don't you let the doctor change the dressing? You still have to die ......!"

A hand slowly reached out from the futon and grabbed her.

"What does it have to do with you?" the hoarse voice repeated.

He looked at her, his clear eyes dark with blood, faintly showing a bright silver.

Since just now, I have heard the noisy voices outside the tree house, heard her being teased by Lan Feng, and cried in despair to read his name, saying that she would "pay for her life......

At that moment, my heart trembled, annoyed and sour, but I became very soft and soft irrepressibly.

Can I understand it as ......

If I die, you ...... too Don't want to live anymore?

"Ah...... Don't show your hands, you'll catch a cold!"

Feeling that his hand was gently held, Qianling was stunned, and was so anxious that she wanted to stuff his hand back into the futon, but was held tightly and didn't let go.

A little helplessly glanced at the person in front of her, she had no choice but to let him, squatting at the head of the bed and gently rubbing his cool hands with both hands, and gently snorting a few hot breaths:

"Why are your hands always so cold...... Is the quilt not thick enough?"

He lay in the futon, quietly watching her squatting in front of him holding his hand rubbing and hazing, without speaking.

His gaze touched the package tied around her shoulder, and he frowned, then looked at her face again:

"Where are you going?"

Qianling rubbed his hands warm, carefully put them back into the futon, and tucked the quilt tightly.

He watched her silently and repeated:

"Where are you going?"

Qianling lowered her head and didn't look at him, glanced at the package tied on her shoulder, and scratched her head:

"Ah...... Well, I picked some herbs on the way here just now, and I'll let the doctor ...... later."

"Take it out. A cold voice.

He looked at her, his thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes lit up a little frighteningly.

"Hey...... no, don't you need it?" Qianling was stunned, and a stiff smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "It's all stinky herbs, you definitely don't like to smell it......"

"Take it, come out, come out. "A categorical voice.

Qianling watched him stretch out his hand from the quilt again, quickly stuffed his hand back, and tightened the gap in the futon to prevent the cold wind from invading:

"Okay, good, take it out...... You promise me first, and after reading the package, you will obediently ask the doctor to change the dressing!"

He looked at her, his thin lips pursed, and did not speak.

"If you don't agree, you don't have to look at it. Qianling hugged the package and threatened sullenly.

“……”

The two of them stared at each other for a long time.

After a while, he nodded reluctantly, his eyes still staring at the package in her hand.

Qianling breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at him a few more times, and slowly opened the package in her arms......

It shook quickly in front of his eyes.

"Alright, I'm done!"

She quickly retracted the package, fastened it, threw it over her shoulder, stood up, and grinned triumphantly:

"I'm going to the doctor. ”

Lan Yue watched her turn around and walk towards the door of the tree house a little sluggishly, blinking, as if she had reacted, a pair of blood-colored eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire:

"Qianling-!You still dare to lie to me!" The annoyed voice sounded like an angry accusation.

"Oh my mother!" the group of maids who had gathered at the door to eavesdrop were so frightened by the sound that they took a few steps back, paused, and continued to come up again.

The angry voice penetrated into his ears from behind him, and Qianling covered his ears with a spirit.

turned around and was about to say something, but suddenly froze, and the hand covering his ears slowly put down:

"Satsuki ......?"

Against the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man sat up at some point, the white futon wrapped around his waist, and his slightly messy long black hair was scattered on the bed like a pouring waterfall, supporting the bed with one hand, covering his chest with the other, and his face was as white as paper.

"Satsuki-"

Qianling's face turned pale, and she ran forward in a panic to support his crumbling body:

"Stupid! what are you up for! I—I'm kidding you!"

The black hair was scattered between the pale neck, and he slowly raised his head to look at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his pale lips slowly and with difficulty called out the word:

"Ling ......"

"Satsuki, Satsuki...... Woowoo...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Who made you refuse to change your dressing...... I can only ...... like this" The trembling hand gently stroked his pale cheeks, Qianling was anxious and regretful, tears came out of her eyes in an instant, and a face cried messily.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently wrapped around his waist and pulled his body forward into an embrace.

His long hair was like a waterfall scattered with snow-white bedding, he slowly lowered his head against her forehead, smiled lightly at the corner of his lips, and his blood-colored eyes revealed a hint of cunning.

"You've been deceived. (To be continued.) )