Chapter 235: On the occasion of dying

Sang Yan City

For seven days in a row, Shangguan Wuji never left Yue Cangli's side for half a step, and others did not dare to persuade him.

Everyone can see that Shangguan Wuji's mental state is not normal now, and he seems to be on the verge of collapse at any time, the kind of appearance that he endures all his feelings, and is not happy or sad, and his behavior of taking care of it with all his heart and soul every time, forms a strong and sharp contrast.

The people don't say it on their lips, but they understand it in their hearts.

Shangguan Wuji, the seventh son of the Shangguan family, is afraid that he has a deep love for the unconscious girl in the house.

Originally, if there was really a woman who could arouse the feelings of the Seventh Prince, they would still be happy to see the generation of a couple of newcomers.

But now, the woman of the key person is hovering on the edge of life and death, and she will enter the dying moment at any time.

This makes them unable to be happy no matter what, only more helplessness and caution, for fear that if one leaves, the other will not end well.

Ling'er carried a bowl of green vegetable porridge, entered the house for a while, and reluctantly retreated.

As soon as she went out, she saw the inquiring eyes of everyone, her eyes turned red and she shook her head.

Qin Zhan lowered his head and sighed, touching the newly grown stubble on his chin with his big hand, he felt that it was only seven days, but he was much older, and in the past seven days, he had been sighing longer than he had been talking.

Chu Nuo moved the stone bench and sat cross-legged with his arms crossed on the side, his expression was condensed and silent, since he had promised to protect Shangguan Wuji, no matter what happened to Yue Cangli in the end, he would keep his promise.

Don't mention the thoughts of everyone outside the house.

Inside the house, Shangguan Wuji dipped the water in the bowl next to him with clean gauze, and carefully tapped it on Yue Cangli's bloodless lips, soaking her dry lips little by little, allowing her to absorb some water by the way.

For seven days, he kept repeating the action, and other than that, he didn't know what else he could do.

The cook took Sang Yancheng's ten-year tax revenue to Xianmen to ask for medicine, but he hasn't returned for seven days, he doesn't know how many days he will need to come back, and he doesn't know if Yue Cangli can hold on until then.

He could only ask Ling'er to follow the prescription left by the cook when he left, cooking medicine stove by stove, no matter how valuable the herbs were, as long as she could drink a little, he would be satisfied.

However, after seven days, seeing that her vitality was depleted little by little, her complexion changed from pale to sallow, and now to purple and gray, he knew that her time was running out.

He folded the gauze carefully, placed it on a clean plate next to the water bowl, and turned back to hold her delicate wrist.

A few days ago, his hand, which was still a little warm, was now placed in the palm of his hand, but he could only feel a burst of coldness.

Especially in the second half of the night, her whole body is overflowing with cold air, and the naked eye can see that a stream of cold gas is steaming, and everything in the room will be covered with hoarfrost, as if her congenital body is cold, this strange situation will not slowly disappear until the morning sun rises.

He didn't know what was going on with her, so he could only light a few charcoal basins in the room every night to help her dispel the cold, but it didn't seem to work.

He picked up the blood butterfly next to her pillow, and now the color of the blood butterfly was much lighter, and it was about to become colorless and transparent.

He put the blood butterfly into her palm, one side against her palm, the other side against his own, quietly looking at her sleeping face, his face was silent, but all his spirit sank into the blood butterfly, calling her name over and over again in his spirit.

Yue Cangli, wake up, Yue Cangli, please wake up!