The deep darkness in front of him was unfathomable, giving Gu Li a heavy sense of oppression.

She is alone in this world. There are no relatives, no close friends who can trust their lives, no home, no care, she has nothing.

She is a person who has been abandoned by the rolling red dust, thrown into this strange world, left to struggle and panic, and left to fend for herself.

She was really like the dying man, struggling frantically, trying to hold on to something, wanting to give her soul something to rely on.

It was he who she clung to, from the day she first came into this world.

However, she felt that he was about to leave, and there was no trace of him.

She had relatives in her heart, and the feeling of sadness, loneliness, panic and helplessness was suddenly magnified countless times in this dark night, in the muddy illness.

Gu Li was sad and heartbroken, the pain was unbearable, and hot tears poured out of her hot eyes and slid across her hot cheeks.

She closed her eyes tiredly, alone, with an unknown future, and really tired.

She fell asleep again.

I don't know how long I slept this time, and when she opened her eyes again, she didn't know what it was or where she was.

But the darkness in front of her disappeared, and she saw a light, and she was still in her room.

Gu Li's eyes stared at the bean light on the desk, although it was not very bright, but she felt that it was so warm and gentle, illuminating her in the darkness and soothing her in the loneliness. She didn't even think about it for a while, who lit this lamp?

Until she heard a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.

Coming in with the howling wind outside the door was Yan Qing's thin and slender figure.

He held the bowl in one hand and closed the door with the other. The bowl contains medicine, and the heat wafts through it, mixed with the fragrance of medicine.

He walked up to her, saw her awake, and smiled softly at her.

"The medicine is ready." His soft, gentle voice rang in her ears.

Seeing him, Gu Li wanted to cry even more for some reason. It's like a child who has been wronged, and he can stubbornly endure it at first, but when he sees his father, he can't help it.

She was like a child at the moment, wanting to throw herself into his arms and cry out all her grievances.

She is not a hypocritical person, however, when she is sick, she is powerless to control it, and can only release it from her heart.

But she still held back, even if her eyes were red, she didn't let the tears fall, let alone throw herself into her arms.

Yan Qing put the medicine bowl on the table, raised his hand and gently stroked her hot forehead.

With his movements, the wide sleeves gently brushed her cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness, making her greedy and intoxicating.

Yan Qing withdrew his hand and didn't speak, just glanced at her gently.

He will always be like this, calm and calm, gentle and warm.

"Get up and drink your medicine." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and as the words fell, he actually raised a hand, passed it under her neck, and took her waist around her, and half-embraced her in his arms.

Gu Li really didn't have the strength to get up on her own at the moment, so she could only be hugged by him and snuggled in his arms.

He has a trace of ice and snow on his body, and it seems to be contaminated with the fragrance of early spring plum blossoms.

However, the faint fragrance of elegance on his body became the last straw that bent her. The fragrance poured into her heart, and she could no longer suppress the grievances and loneliness in her heart.

In an instant, tears welled up.

She turned her head and buried her hot cheek in his chest.

In fact, she has always relied on him. Without him, she couldn't imagine how she would have lived here.

But if he is about to leave, like a dream, can he always be by her side?

Yan Qing originally wanted to feed her medicine without distraction, but when he saw her like this, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He was thinly dressed, and he could feel the heat and wetness coming from her cheeks, and he could see that her thin and thin shoulders were shaking slightly.

"Why are you still crying?" He asked softly, with a slight smile in his voice, as if comforting as well as pampering.

Gu Li didn't reply, raised a hand and grabbed the placket of his chest.

"Where have you been? Why are you only coming back now? It was a long time before her muffled voice came from his chest.

Her voice was hoarse and aggrieved.

"I went out to see an old friend, and I knew you were sick, so I didn't go." Yan Qing replied in her ear.

He didn't know she was sick, and she didn't look bad when she went out in the morning.

His words were like a ray of sunshine, instantly warming her. It was like a fresh breeze that made her regain a little clarity.

She suddenly felt that it was a shame to cry in his arms like this.

So, she turned her face away and raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face.

Yan Qing stopped her, didn't let her wipe it with her hands, but took out a towel.