"Don't worry about ......!" he struggled in her arms, his long black hair scattered across his blood-stained chest, vaguely messy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qianling cried and hugged him tightly who couldn't stop struggling, so as not to let him make too many movements and involve the wound in his chest.

"Satsuki...... Satsuki, if you're really angry, you really won't forgive me...... Just scold it...... You can scold as much as you want...... I'll listen, you scold......" His voice was hoarse and sad.

She hugged him tightly, her voice close to his ear, muttering and repeating.

If scolding her can make him discourage, let him obediently accept the treatment of his wounds...... It doesn't matter how you scold, you can lose your temper as much as you want, she never complains.

Strands of long black hair were scattered haphazardly under the waist, like soft black satin hanging down to the ground.

He was held in her arms and struggled hard, but his body was so weak that he had no strength, so he could only let the familiar breath hug his body.

Her bloodstained hands trembled, and he slowly clenched the hem of her clothes.

"You've been ...... for a long time Don't be here, you'll be ...... long ago" The hoarse and trembling voice was bitter and sad, like a whisper.

You don't want me a long time ago.

What are you doing now?

The cheek was gently buried in the soft and cool black hair on the side of his cheek, Qianling cried and shook his head, tears fell one after another, staining his hair: "No, no......"

This place......

This is the place where I lived with Satsuki......

Storing her happiest and warmest time in 17 years.

How could it not be...... Why don't you want it?

"Satsuki...... Woowoo...... I can't bear to ......"

She choked and hugged him tightly, tears rolling down, and her hoarse voice was sad and desperate.

I like to take a walk by your hand, I like to tell you about the happy or unhappy things I have encountered, and I like to say good morning and good night to you every day......

But I know better than anyone else......

That's wrong, it's false, it's not supposed to be.

We were originally standing on opposite sides of the spectrum, but because of a wrong encounter, we started a wrong time.

I can't bear to be here...... I can't bear you.

But the time that has passed has taught me again and again...... The past is no longer possible.

The thin and slender eyelashes trembled lightly and slowly drooped.

His head tilted slowly against her neck, his black hair scattered, and a few streaks of blood trickled down his pale lips.

There was no movement.

"...... Xiaoyue?" Qianling looked at the person in her arms, her eyes trembled, her trembling hand gently touched his cheek, and she called in a low voice.

His eyelashes drooped and his faint breathing was shallow, and he snuggled into her arms as if asleep, his black hair scattered over his pale cheeks, his blood-stained hands instinctively clutching the hem of her robe.

Qianling looked at his familiar sleeping appearance, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face with tears on it.

It turned out to be ...... I'm asleep.

was already injured, bleeding so much, and having a temper tantrum with her......

You must be exhausted by now, right?

With her eyes flushed slightly, she slowly hugged the person in her arms a little tighter, her cheek pressed against his forehead, and gently rubbed his soft black hair.

Injured and weakened...... is like a fragile child, but her stubborn character has not changed at all, and she still doesn't forget to lose her temper even when she is dying.

"I'm sorry...... Satsuki, I'm sorry. The voice in my ears was very soft and soft, and there was pity in the sourness.

The setting sun sank, and the last remaining rays of golden and red light shone obliquely on the window, and the silver bells swayed lightly.

The two embraced each other, bathed in the golden red light of the window, and almost became one.

"Ling ......"

Half a day.

A weak voice came from his bosom, barely audible.

Qianling let him go slightly, and looked down: "Xiaoyue...... are you calling me?"

The pale and slender fingers clenched the placket of his shirt a little bit.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he snuggled into her arms and slowly shrunk tighter, like a cat afraid of the cold:

"Don't go......" The low voice was a little hoarse, like a dream.

Qianling looked at his face, her eyes were slightly red, and she suddenly burst into a smile, gently hugged him and rubbed her face, and another wet tear slid down her cheek:

"Stupid Satsuki...... You just told me to get out of ......."

He snuggled into her warm embrace, silent, and slept soundly.

I don't know how long it took.

The setting sun faded, and the window darkened.

It's dark.

The treehouse was dark.

"Satsuki ......" gently stroked his hair.

Qianling sat on the ground by the window, looked at the sleeping boy in her arms, and gently hugged his thin body tightly, as if she was afraid that he would freeze:

"Bandage the wound and go back to sleep...... Okay?" the soft voice was close to his ear, like coaxing a child.

His black hair hung down on his chest, and he snuggled into her arms and slept peacefully, his eyelashes falling low, casting a faint shadow on his pale cheeks.

The wind blew through the window with the bitterness of deep winter.

She looked at the dim shadows of the trees outside the window, then looked down at the pale and weak man in her arms, and slowly reached out to wrap her arms around his back, trying to pick him up.

"Hmm......" A low moan of pain sounded in his ears, and he snuggled into her arms and frowned slightly, as if he had touched the wound, and his body trembled slightly.

"Satsuki, hold on a little longer...... Hold on...... Good ......"

Qianling gritted her teeth and exerted her strength to feed, staggered to her feet with him, and moved towards the wooden bed next to her step by step.

The black robe was falling, and the ground was stained with mottled blood all the way.

He slumped in her arms and moaned lowly, his long black hair scattered down his waist, his whole body was weak and weak, and almost all his strength was pressed on her.

Qianling was like a tenacious ant, gritting her teeth and holding her breath, holding him step by step towards the bed.

It's so heavy......

It's a few steps away, but it's as difficult as climbing a mountain.

Satsuki, this guy...... Sure enough, he's not a child anymore, he's more than a head taller than her now, and his weight is naturally not ordinary.

It was still better for the small and light child to look like before, and it was convenient for her to carry him wherever she wanted.

Qianling muttered in her heart.

As twilight fell, the night breeze stirred the curtains, and two embracing figures loomed.

Standing at the head of the bed and leaning over, she carefully put the weak boy in her arms on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaving that warm embrace, the cool night breeze hit his body, he trembled, frowned slightly, and unconsciously curled up a little tighter.

didn't have time to breathe, Qianling unwrapped the small package and rummaged through it, took out gauze alcohol, and put it next to the bed one by one.

Fortunately, before going to Galandelle, she made some preparations and brought some wound medicine gauze or something.

Originally, she was worried that Satsuki would be injured in the battle of Galandelle, but although she knew that his physique was very special, she thought that she would be prepared, so she still prepared some.

But I didn't expect it......

Will come in handy at this time.

When night falls, the forest is quiet.

The white veil of the window blows with the night breeze, hazy and blurry.

Lan Yue was lying on the wooden bed, her long black hair scattered between the white pillows, her eyelashes drooping, her shallow breathing was much more even, and her cheeks were still pale.

Qianling bandaged his wound and wiped the blood from his cheeks and lips with a warm towel.

At this time, he lay there quietly with a black robe, his bare body partially covered by a white futon, a few strands of black hair scattered on his gauze bandaged chest, his fair and slender collarbone was clearly revealed, and the snow shone in the night wind.

Qianling ran around in the tree house, holding his blood-stained black robe, folding it and putting it on the chair next to him, and ran back to the head of the bed in three or two steps, looking at his half-covered body stunned and frowning.

"The sick have learned to kick the quilt......" she muttered as she pulled over the quilt that had been lifted crookedly, covering him tightly again, revealing only his head. (To be continued.) )