He must have been crazy to hurt her like that, how did he do it then?

Each of those lashes was now like a whip on his heart, and his heart was tormented over and over again.

Didn't he swear in his heart that he would never let her be hurt? Now it was he who brought her the most pain.

Xiao Yuning buried his eyes in Feng Qingxu's palm, and tears gradually wet Feng Qingxu's entire palm......

Asu, what to do?

Even now, I'm reluctant to let go of your hand.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yuning suddenly felt Feng Qingxu's fingers move, he immediately looked up at Feng Qingxu, and sure enough, he saw Feng Qingxu waking up slowly, with a pair of blank eyes, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Asu ......"

Xiao Yuning was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that Feng Qingxu couldn't hear it, so she wrote in her palm one by one: "Asu, I'm A-Ning." ”

The wind did not seem to react, only his eyes were open, and he did not move.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuning felt another throbbing pain in his heart, he held back his tears, and continued to write in the palm of the wind: "I will always accompany you." ”

The wind is light, but there is still no reaction, as if he has become a soulless puppeteer.

Xiao Yuning still didn't give up, and wrote in the palm of her hand: "A-Ning will always love Asu." ”

The wind gently closed her eyes, and two lines of tears quietly slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Yuning looked at Feng Qingxu's dejected appearance, only to feel that his heart was about to break, he pressed Feng Qingxu's hand tightly to his face, slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and let her feel her existence.

He wants her to understand that even if she loses her sight and hearing, she is still his Asu, and he will still love her, love her, and guard her.

Since Feng Qingxu became deaf, Xiao Yuning moved to Jinghe Palace, except for the early dynasty, almost all the rest of the time was left for Feng Qingxu.

He tried to plug his ears with cotton balls and cover his eyes with a towel to feel the world like the wind, but the feeling was too terrible, the world without sound and color, full of loneliness, loneliness, sadness, and coldness...... He couldn't stand the time of even a stick of incense.

So now he understands the loneliness and fear in Feng Qingxi's heart, he can only stay by her side all the time, always pay attention to her sitting and lying down, pay attention to her joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and even personally serve tea and feed her, and tell her with his own actions that he has always been there.

When she was busy, Xiao Yuning would hold the wind in her arms to approve official documents, and whenever this time, she would become extraordinarily quiet, only obediently curled up in his arms, snuggled up to him, and sometimes fell asleep unconsciously.

When she was in a good mood, she would even help him polish the ink, but because she couldn't see, she always got the table full of ink.

He didn't remind her, just smiled and looked at her busy appearance, and there was a trace of comfort in his heart.

Whenever she was free, Xiao Yuning would take her to Ningxiang Garden.

The lotus flowers in the Ningxiang Garden bloomed more and more brilliantly, and bursts of fragrance came to the face, Xiao Yuning personally picked the lotus flowers and sent them to Feng Qingfu's hands, letting her caress the soft petals of the lotus, smelling the sweet fragrance of the lotus, hoping to get her smile back.

But the wind never smiled again.

Xiao Yuning has never been to other parts of the East Palace again, even if Ganquan Palace has reported Li Ronghua's unstable fetus several times, Xiao Yuning is indifferent.

His whole heart seemed to be on the body of the breeze, and he wanted to hold her or hold her at all times, so as not to leave her alone.

At first, Feng Qingxu seemed to be trying to accept his current situation, but when the Gu worm attacked again, Feng Qingxu's temper suddenly became elusive.

When she is quiet, she can sit alone all day, without saying a word, like a stone sculpture.

Even if Xiao Yuning wrote in the palm of her hand, she still didn't respond, as if she had lost the ability to perceive everything around her.

When she was uneasy, she would throw away everything around her irritably, not allowing anyone to touch it, even Xiao Yuning would not let her approach, and finally only crying and hugging her body, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Whenever this happens, Xiao Yuning feels extremely painful, and can only watch sadly as Feng Qingxu bears all the pain alone.

He knew that the more time passed, the more uneasy the wind would become, but there was nothing he could do.

He had tried to ask his most trusted physician to treat Feng Qingxi, but whenever he noticed the smell of a stranger, Feng Qingxu was very vigilant, and even became extremely manic, holding the cold coat dagger tightly in his hand, not allowing anyone to approach.

Xiao Yuning was afraid that she would hurt herself, so she could only give up the idea of letting the imperial doctor diagnose and treat her.

And the situation of the wind is getting worse and worse, she no longer cooperates with Xiao Yuning, she is reluctant to go out, and only shrinks in the corner of the bed in a daze every day, and the water and rice do not enter.

She was like a lotus flower about to wither, quickly drained of water and luster.

Xiao Yuning lost all his ideas, he didn't know how to solve the dilemma in front of him, he could only watch the life of the wind and light light light drift away little by little, like the fine sand flowing between his fingers, the tighter he gritted, the faster it disappeared.

In the end, Feng Qingxu finally couldn't hold it anymore and fainted, Xiao Yuning caught Feng Qingxu's thin body and hugged her tightly in his arms.

However, he could clearly hear her whispering two words from the breezy and shallow breathing: "Ah Ting......"

Time seemed to stand still suddenly, Xiao Yuning's body froze instantly, and his heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of arrows in an instant.

July was on fire, but Jinghe Hall was as cold as in an ice cellar.

Feng Qingxu still does not speak, and rarely eats, and is frighteningly thin.

Xiao Yuning was still by her side every day, writing in the palm of her hand, and even if there was no response, he kept writing.

Wind Light doesn't pay attention to everything that happens around her, she doesn't care about anyone, she has no interest in anything, she just lives cold and numb......

Until one day, she suddenly smelled a familiar scent of herbs in her nose, and her body instantly tensed.

The fragrance of the herbs became clearer and clearer, and a pair of large soft hands held her thin fingers tightly, and that familiar touch gave her an expression for the first time in a long time, like the rising sun shining on the frozen lake, emitting a dazzling light.

She cautiously asked, "Ah Ting...... Is that you? ”

The person holding her hand quickly drew a word in her palm - "yes".

Feng Qingxu seemed to be in disbelief, stretched out his hand, and trembled and stroked his eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips......

When she finally confirmed that the person in front of her was Xiao Yating, her tears quickly flowed, like a steady stream of pearls rolling down, she hugged his neck and cried so much that her liver and intestines were broken: "Ah Ting, Ah Ting, why did you come ......"