In the end, Si Jichen chose to stay in the village. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that no matter where she wants to go, Jun Mowen will follow her unhurriedly, like a tail that can't be shaken off.

Doing such a scoundrel thing, but it can still be a gentle appearance of course.

This really makes Si Jichen helpless.

Night.

The windows were ajar, and the occasional sound of the rubbing of leaves and the intermittent chirping of insects added to the noise of the quiet night.

Si Jichen's ears had long since heard any sound, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, her heart seemed to be torn, she couldn't make a sound in pain, and a trace of blood trickled down from the corners of her pale lips and seeped into the futon.

In the bed, she curled up tightly, but there were still bursts of chills on her body, and the cold came out of her bones, no matter how warm she was, she couldn't warm it.

At this moment, the door of her room was slammed, and the sound of Jun Mowen came from outside the door;

"Dust, are you asleep?"

Complexity flashed in Si Jichen's eyes, he couldn't let him know, he couldn't let anyone know. Can't let Jun Mo come in and bump into this scene, as long as her symptoms will be alleviated tomorrow.

Biting her lip secretly, Si Jichen opened her mouth, and a burst of pain hit, and she couldn't help but curl up again in pain.

With this movement, the white porcelain vase hidden in her sleeve did not fall out much, and rolled down the edge of the bed, shattering with a thud.

Jun Mo outside the door heard it clearly, and the abnormality in the room made him feel shocked, and he didn't care about anything else, so he pushed the door open suddenly.

The woman curled up on the couch was in sight, and the red blood stains on her pillow were particularly dazzling.

"Dust!"

Jun Mowen immediately stepped forward to help her up, but found that she was unable to sit up at all, her thin body was shaking uncontrollably, and her hands were even more cold and terrifying. He turned his hand and changed it to a hug, and directly locked her body firmly in his arms, trying to give her some warmth.

Rubbing the blood that kept flowing from the corners of her lips for her, Jun Mowen's brows frowned tighter and tighter; "How so?"

Si Jichen lowered her eyes, and the pale moonlight shining into the room made her look even paler, and even the ink-splashed hair seemed to be dyed with a fragile frost color; "The old problem is not in the way."

Seeing that she tossed herself like this, and said that it was okay, Jun Mowen's eyes sank, he suppressed his anger, and hugged her a little tighter.

Even though she was in his arms, her body still began to get colder and colder. Jun Mowen stretched out his hand to attach to the back of her heart, a gentle internal force was slowly injected into her body, and when the internal force entered the body, Si Jichen's face turned pale in an instant, and a large mouthful of blood was spraying on Jun Mowen's clothes, and he was shocked and immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to move again.

The cyan robe was soaked in bright red, which looked dazzling and weird, and the blood in the air actually carried a strange fragrance.

Ignoring the blood on his clothes, Jun Mo heard anxiety in his voice; "You were poisoned? How can I help you? ”

Si Jichen reluctantly shook his head; "It's not poison, it's just an old disease...... "I was about to say something, but Si Jichen's eyes went dark and fell into a coma.

Throughout the night, the pain in her heart never stopped, but what she was most afraid of was the chill that came out of her bones after the blood loss.

It is believed that if you stay in a cold place for a long time, you will no longer be afraid of the cold. However, she has lived in the vast mountains for a long time, and has been living in ice and snow, which makes her even more familiar with that kind of cold.

The world doesn't know.

The more you understand and get closer to the cold, the more you are afraid.

This time, she did not bear the cold she imagined, although there was a steady stream of cold in her bones, there was always a warm breath around her body, just like the light of ice and snow close to the sun, melting into water in the warmth, from hard to soft.