The dimly lit dormitory, with only one lamp, is quiet and depressing.

Song Zhao wore a crescent-white snow-tulle skirt, and the temperature was low at night, and when she went out, the bell draped a brocade and fur cloak on her outside.

The neckline is embroidered with a circle of fox fur, which is fluffy and sticks to the little girl's white face, making it even more immature and petite.

She didn't seem to see Song's sense of repulsion in envy, and calmly walked to his side, reaching for the wine jug on the table.

"Do what?" Song Jingenvy pressed Song Zhao's hand, others were facing the wind, the cold wind was blowing, and the long hair of a crow blue was swaying with the wind, setting off a wanton and crazy arc, and the facial features were three-dimensional and neat

Dressed in a black wide-sleeved robe, the color was as heavy as ink, which set him off more and more cold and indifferent.

Song Zhao's stature has not yet risen, even if Song is sitting in envy, he is still a head taller than her.

She was in front of him, a small lump, looking thin and slender, raised her eyes slightly to look at him, and her voice was soft, "The imperial doctor has instructed that you can't touch the wine until you are cured, otherwise the attack will be even more uncomfortable." ”

Song Jingxian stared at her with low eyes, he gave birth to a pair of deep deep socket eyes, the upper eyelids were sunken downward, and when he didn't speak, he looked dull and depressed.

In the next second, he snatched the wine jug from Song Zhao's hand and took a long sip of wine indifferently, "Do you still remember what the imperial doctor told me?" ”

When he needed her care the most, she never stepped by his side.

Now that the daylilies are cold, don't you think it's ridiculous that she ran over with her eyes full of kindness?

Song Zhao was not discouraged, and spoke quietly, "Grandmother said that she will find a doctor to cure you, and before that, you have to take care of your body, and you should not give up on yourself." ”

She wants to cure him, if she lets Song Jingxian die like this.

That's really something that the Daluo Immortals can't save.

The little girl's soft voice was the same as before.

The toxins in Song Envy's body gushed out uncontrollably, paralyzing his body little by little.

He needed to drink constantly to suppress the discomfort.

"I don't need you to take care of my affairs." The man's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and his voice was as cold as snow, as if coming from a distant sky, alienated and stinging.

Seeing that he was going to continue drinking, Song Zhao suddenly raised his hand and lifted the table to the ground.

The flask and the glass all fell to the ground.

The atmosphere froze.

Song Jingxian quickly reacted, his eyes were full of scarlet, and he couldn't suppress his irritability, "Song Zhao, what do you want to do?" ”

"I said, you can't drink."

Song Zhao still looked so quiet, but when she said this, she brought a strength that did not match her age.

Song Jingxian gritted his teeth and glared at her.

She is so small, but she is not afraid of him at all, and looks at him generously.

Song Jingxian used to like his sister's eyes the most, they were round and very aura, like a lake that could be seen at the bottom at a glance, clean and pure.

It's a pity that he only understands now that her heart is so selfish and cold.

It's like something is blocking my heart.

Song Jingxian really didn't understand, how could Song Zhao still do it now, get along with him so confidently.

Suddenly, a scarlet gas gushed out of his throat, and Song Jingxian fell to the ground uncontrollably, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

Song Zhao knelt in front of him, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and said solemnly, "You have a fever." ”

"I'm going to be like this, isn't it all you?" Song Jingxian couldn't help but sneer, people are extremely fragile when they are sick, and after facing their sister's belated concern, the grievances that have been suppressed for three years come out.