Yan Hui was seriously injured and did not recover, and Nian Jinshu lay down with him.

"Does the wound still hurt?" asked Nianjinshu.

Yan Hui seemed to have done something wrong, he didn't dare to look directly into Nian Jinshu's eyes, embarrassed and ashamed, every frame in the fantasy realm was clear, he hugged her, kissed her, and even slept together.

He had just taken out a pill from his storage bag, and Nian Jinshu said, "If the wound hurts, I'll cook some medicine for you, and I'll bring some medicinal herbs." ”

Yan Hui quietly stuffed the pill back, "Okay!"

Nian Jinshu went downstairs to boil medicine, Feng Liangzheng and Xue Lan waited for them outside the phantom for three days, without closing their eyes, they were all sitting quietly and recuperating at the moment, and there was no sound in the inn.

After boiling the medicine, Nian Jinshu went upstairs with the medicine, filtered the medicine residue, poured the medicine, she sat next to him, scooped a spoonful of the soup and blew it gently, and Yan Hui planned to pick up the bowl and dry the hand again, and retracted silently again.

Nian Jinshu blew the warm medicine one by one, and then fed it to him.

The decoction is bitter, but the heart is sweet.

Nian Jinshu looked at the stuffy gourd-like Yan Hui, and once again sighed that the Yan Hui in the fantasy was so cute, but the Yan Hui in reality was also very attractive, he kept his mouth shut and didn't talk about the things in the fantasy, but she had something she wanted to ask.

"Little Pink...... Are you dead?" asked Nian Jinshu.

"Hmm. ”

"How did you die?"

Yan Hui kept her mouth shut, and Nian Jinshu couldn't bear to ask again, she had seen the high-spirited young man in the fantasy world, and she couldn't see that Yan Hui was half frustrated now.

"If you don't want to mention it, then ...... first"

"My mother braised it. ”

Nianjinshu, "......"

Nian Jinshu sat alone on the roof of the inn in a daze, the whole city was very quiet, there was no wind at all, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very low, and everything was silent.

Her eyes were red.

When she was a child, she caught a little hare in the woods, she couldn't put it down, and accompanied each other day after day, one day the goose asked for it, and the little goose tasted it back and asked for a little rabbit.

The goose returns to what she loves, no matter how much she likes it, she is willing to give it away.

The rabbit was caught together and given to Yan Hui, she was also willing, after she returned to Wanping City, she also wrote an article asking him if the little powder was good, and Yan Hui drew a thick stack of small powder portraits and sent it to her.

He also likes little fans.

There was a wind beside him, Yan Hui changed into a black robe, sat beside her, Xiao Fan's matter, he couldn't hide it, after all, it was according to the truth, Nian Jinshu collected his emotions, "You don't stop, what are you doing when you come up?"

"With you. ”

His little girl was sad alone.

"That sword spike, is it also ruined by Mrs. Yan?"

Yan Hui didn't answer, it was a tacit acquiescence, Nian Jinshu's heart softened, and he didn't say anything anymore, Nian Jinshu smiled bitterly, "Yan Hui, you and I grew up as childhood sweethearts, but I ...... I don't know you at all. ”

It's my fault!

"I don't blame you. Yan Hui has always been able to read her subtext, "It's me who insists on going my own way and tastes the bitter fruit, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

Yanhui's lies can't be hidden, an illusion, exposed and clearly confessed.

He was grateful that Nian Jinshu didn't tell him that little thing on his mind, leaving him a sense of decency and dignity, but shame and embarrassment lingered in his heart, and everything he did in the past seemed to have become a farce.

This illusion came unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry that I've once again let you taste the pain of losing your father. ”

"If I don't taste the pain of losing my father again, I will be buried in the secret realm, you and I will be separated forever, and people and ghosts will have different paths. ”

Nian Jinshu looked at his side face as cold as snow, and said with a chuckle, "I like the high-spirited Yanhui in the fantasy world." ”