Today's night is beautiful, a rare sunny night in winter.

Soon after leaving the song and sending Shen Jue away, she only heard a commotion and noise, and she followed the voice and walked over.

Many people were around a room, and in front of it was Zijin's house, and Lige suddenly had a bad premonition.

As soon as she walked nearby, she saw Aunt Su coming over with a Lang Zhong almost trotting.

Yi Su rarely has such a gaffe, and Lige's heart "chuckles". When he saw her, Yi Su opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Lige also went in.

The scene in front of him made Lige's mind dizzy and his limbs cold.

The originally vivid face with a charming and lively face has turned pale. The exposed skin was bruised and purple – whip marks, pinch marks, burn marks. Zijin has a thin quilt on his body, and it seems that blood is oozing under the quilt......

Lige saw the famous Lang Zhong lift the quilt.

She saw it, and she saw Zijin's body, which was already skinless. The scars on the bare skin that had just been bruised and purple looked so insignificant when the quilt was lifted to reveal the innermost scars.

Zijin's clothes are barely enough to cover his body, just barely.

Na Lang checked the pulse, and his face that had been full of vicissitudes wrinkled, and gradually, gradually, many furrows appeared on his face.

"I can't get it back." Such a sentence finalized Zijin's fate.

"Why can't you save it?" The voice of the water was filled with a suppressed cry.

In fact, Lian Shui knows, how can she be saved from being injured like this? She just wanted to ask, just to grasp that last glimmer of hope, what if, what if there was such a glimmer of hope?

"I can drag her along, but that only adds to her pain." Seeing Zijin injured like that, Lang Zhong couldn't bear it, if there was a way, he also wanted to save it. The girl was so young that she .........

"Is there any way to stop the pain?" Yi Su's eyes also turned red.

Since it can't be saved, let Huanxi go well. Huanxi was still convulsing even in a coma.

"Nope." In fact, there was a long time ago, but after the rebels entered the city, innocent people were wantonly harmed, and he couldn't bear it, so he voluntarily gave anesthetics and treated those people free of charge.

That kind of pain-relieving herb has to grow in spring and summer, and there is no such thing in winter, and there has been no anesthetic in his pharmacy for two months.

Hearing this, Lianshui couldn't hold back crying anymore.

"I'll get a silver needle, wake up this girl, and explain what happened." Lang Zhong said and took out the silver needle from his bag.

"Okay." Yi Su's voice was also choked.

After a few stitches, Zijin woke up slowly.

"Good...... "The suffering that God gives to a person will not end because of her misery, Zijin can clearly feel the pain on his body.......

"Huanxi ......" After Lianshui pronounced the name, he couldn't say the second sentence.

"I ...... Am I going to die? The pain in his body was so obvious, and the scene before he passed out was deeply in his mind, the man's hideous laughter and piercing cheers...... I don't seem to be able to wait for my husband......

A tear flowed down and scratched the corner of Zijin's injured eye, and she snorted softly again in pain.

"Lili......" She saw Lili, there were some things, she just wanted to talk to Lili.

Since I "dreamed" of my husband that day, staying by Lili's side is like staying by my husband's side.

"I'm here." The voice of the song is hoarse and almost inaudible. She slowly moved her legs, walked to Zijin's side, squatted down, and held her hand: "I'm here." ”

"Detachment...... I can't seem to wait for my husband...... "Maybe people who are dying have feelings, Zijin feels that his life is slowly passing."

"I'm here." Lige can only say this sentence repeatedly, what else can she say? Tell Zijin that she won't die?

"Detachment...... I miss him so much... A commitment between us... I can't seem to keep it...... Lili ......" said, Zijin laboriously raised his hand that was not clenched by Lige, and took out something from under the pillow.

It's a jade carving, like a rabbit. The jade carving is very small, probably only the size of the first knuckle of the little finger of the song, but it is vivid, presumably the person who made it is highly skilled and uses the heart.

"This is what my husband made for me...... His name is Ning Lang, if... One day he came looking for me, and you helped me to give him this and say sorry to him...... Then let him marry a girl with an innocent family background......" When he said this, the pain in his body could not withstand the pain in his heart, and I only hoped that my husband could obediently listen to her words and spend this life well.

I don't know if my husband will cry, my husband must be thinking about himself, right... Right.

"Good ......" Lige nodded vigorously, the tears in his eyes crystal clear.

"Detachment...... You have to live well...... and the person you like...... I will...... will protect you in heaven. "In addition to her husband, Zijin is the most relieved only Lige, Lili is still so young, if she really wants to marry Shen Sangongzi, she doesn't want to be eaten up by other wealthy clans.

"Okay, I'll live with your hope." I didn't cry when I left the song, only my voice was hoarse and hoarse.

"Good...... Shen Sangongzi is a good person...... But be careful... Watch out for the people around him...... Detachment ...... I'm so tired...... I ......" Before he finished speaking, he felt Zijin's hand slip from his hand when he left the song......

The tears that had been endured for so long still rolled down and smashed on Zijin's hand.

The tears were hot and hot, and Zijin's hands were cold and hopeless.

Lige didn't cry loudly, but couldn't control the trembling of his body.

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Zijin was gone, on a moonlit night with few stars, on a cold winter.

That winter day was very cold, no matter how long it was, Lige remembered that winter day, and on that day, even the plum blossoms that had always stood tall in the wind and snow had the meaning of withering.

Lige scrubs Zijin's body, she loves her husband so much, she loves cleanliness so much, she is definitely not willing to go unclean.

Just wiping it, tears couldn't help but roll down my cheeks again.

In her mind, every scene is a picture of her getting along with Zijin, and every sentence is what Zijin once said in her ear.

Detachment, detachment, detachment.

In a trance, Lige seemed to hear Zijin's call again.

The coldness in her hand reminded her that it was fake.

A warm and lovely person is as cold as a block of ice? Probably only when you die.

Only when you die, you can't shine, and only when you die, you can't warm others.