Deqi pushed open a door, and the small room was black and hollow, only a little light came out of the narrow window.

As soon as the door was opened by Deqi, the lights in the room were turned on. A hanger in the corner, a small square table in front of the hanger, on the table was a red box like a square brick, which was supposed to be used to hold water, and there was nothing on the table except this kettle. There is a small single bed next to the square table. Such a simple room, Cai'er lives here.

Deqi led her into the room. She lay on the bed with Cai'er in her arms. Reach out and help her tidy up her clothes, then step aside.

Seeing this, Deqi took a step forward, walked to the side of the bed, opened the suitcase, took out a light yellow pill from it, pinched Cai'er's jaw with one hand, and pushed the pill into Cai'er's mouth with force. Then he took out a syringe and a small transparent glass bottle from the suitcase, drew the light yellow liquid in the glass bottle into the syringe, used his fingers a few times out of thin air, and then pierced Cai'er's blood vessels.

Deqi nodded, signaling that it was done.

She stepped forward and touched Cai'er's face.

The originally pale face has now become ruddy, and the body that was originally a little cold has returned to temperature.

Deqi's medicine was very good, so good that she really thought that Cai'er was sleeping and would wake up tomorrow morning.

She touched Cai'er's face and said secretly in her heart, Cai'er, you wait for me, I won't let you down.

The smile on the corner of Cai'er's mouth seemed to promise her.

She turned and walked out of the hall. Deqi followed behind her, carrying a suitcase. When the door was closed, the lights went out, and everything returned to silence and darkness, looking like it was covered with a black veil, ethereal and mysterious.

She went back to her bedchamber.

When I opened the door, I saw the king sitting on the soft floor, holding his head in one hand and turning the wine glass in the other. The blue liquid swayed in the cup, refracting the blue light in the light.

When the king heard the voice, he raised his eyelids slightly, brought the wine glass to his lips, and drank it slowly in one gulp.

He placed his glass on the crystal table next to him and stood up. She knew that the king had been waiting for her to return.

Wang walked to the bedside, took off his fine clothes, changed into black silk pajamas, and sat on the bed with graceful movements, leaning on the bed, his hands behind his head, his golden eyes staring at her, not intending to rest.

And she had no intention of walking over, standing by the door, standing straight, her dark crystal eyes staring straight at him.

Finally, the king spoke, and the king said indifferently, wash off the smell on your body.

She smelled of Cai'er, and he smelled a little pungent.

She nodded, turned and walked out of the room, closing the door.

She walked to the bathroom and opened the door. Carved from black crystal, it shimmers in the light, and the smoke is smoky, and it is suddenly a fairyland.

She was in a trance. Just an hour or two ago, Cai'er was here talking to her about her past. An hour or two later, Cai'er left, leaving her alone.