Shu Zhihan leaned on the head of the bed tiredly, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in her heart.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, an emerald green figure slowly walked towards her bedside.

Lu Lotus held a bowl in his hand, and the surrounding of the bowl was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

She carefully sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl, "Zhihan, drink this."

Shu Zhihan nodded slightly and leaned weakly on the pillow.

She struggled to sit up and took the medicine bowl handed by Lu He, the medicinal soup took on a dark brown color, and the medicinal fragrance was tangy, and people couldn't help but be full of anticipation for its curative effect.

Shu Zhihan slowly drank the bowl of medicinal soup, feeling it slide down her throat, bringing a hint of warmth, which spread throughout her body, making her originally tired heart begin to slowly rejuvenate.

After drinking the medicinal soup, Shu Zhihan felt that her body began to relax slowly, and the tiredness gradually subsided.

She smiled slightly, looked at the green lotus gratefully, and slowly closed her eyes.

Shu Zhihan thought that this was just a bowl of medicine, but what she didn't know was that this was mixed with the blood of the green lotus.

It's just for fear that she will smell blood, so she covers it with medicinal incense.

After Shu Zhihan drank the medicine, her originally heavy limbs now seemed to be much lighter, which made her feel very comfortable.

Her body gradually relaxed, a warm tiredness hit, her eyelids began to fight, as if her body was urging her to rest early, she lay down on the bed obediently, soft pillows and sheets wrapped around her, making her feel at ease and comfortable.

When Shu Zhihan was about to fall asleep, her thoughts began to become blurry and confused.

She tried to discern each thought, only to find that they were like sheep, bouncing one after the other, and gradually, her consciousness began to sink into a haze, and finally she was completely immersed in the warm darkness.

Seeing that she had already slept, Green Lotus was relieved, and said with a smile: "Miyue, she is asleep now, you watch her here, if there is anything, tell me, I will go back first."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Green Lotus, or are you the only one who can make Miss more comfortable."

"What a silly girl, she's my own sister, so I don't have to say that."

Miyue smiled and nodded, she understood what Shu Zhihan had just drunk, but she chose not to break it.

Although there will be thousands of unbearable feelings in her heart, as long as she can save her own young lady, she can do anything.

Even if she said that she would change Shu Zhihan's life, she would be willing.

After Lu Lotus left, Shu Zhihan quickly fell asleep.

Miyue sat at the oak table and watched Shu Zhihan lying quietly on the bed, and the room was silent.

The wind outside the window blew softly, with the whisper of leaves.

Her eyes looked at Shu Zhihan, who was asleep, and at that moment, a thick sleepiness struck, and her eyelids closed heavily, taking away her consciousness.

The window is like an open opening, allowing a subtle breeze to creep in, which, like a fickle storyteller, slips into the room and awakens everything with its subtle touch.

At this moment of sudden breeze, Miyue's face twitched slightly, like ripples on the surface of a lake, and began to awaken under the caress of the wind.

Her eyes, a starry night sky, were still in a dream, but the breeze's kiss was enough to wake her up.

Her body trembled slightly, as if protesting against the sudden interruption.

However, the wind did not intend to give up, it continued to blow on her face, her eyelids began to fight, and then gradually, her eyes began to open, those starry eyes twinkling with doubt and wonder in the darkness.

She sat up, her sleepiness not yet completely dissipated, but she could no longer resist the call of the breeze.

Mitsuki's hair fluttered in the wind, and she looked out the window, which was the direction of the wind and the source of her awakening.

Her consciousness was slightly clear, and she turned her head to look at Shu Zhihan on the bed, only to find that she was on the bed

He squirmed, his face wrinkled, as if he was uncomfortable.

Mitsuki was anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, anxiously approaching the bedside.

Her hands trembled, stretched out slightly, as if touching an untouchable dream, and when her fingers gently stroked Shu Zhihan's face, the cold feeling was like a biting cold wind, instantly penetrating her heart.

It was a kind of edge of life and death, a silent cold, a desperate silence.

Shu Zhihan's face, once as warm as spring water and as ruddy as peach blossoms, is now like being covered with ice and snow, so cold that it makes people's hearts palpitate, every time she touches it, it is like touching a broken dream, that cold, like falling snow in winter, biting and cold.

Mitsuki's eyes moistened, her heart felt like it had been pierced by a cold sword, and the pain made her barely breathe.

She held Shu Zhihan's hand tightly, hoping to pass on the warmth of life to her, and shouted loudly, "Miss, Miss, how are you?"

However, Shu Zhihan didn't answer her, her face looked very pale, and her eyes never opened.

Mitsuki's face turned pale, and her heart fell into a cave of ice, a dead silence.

On the bed, the original plain bedding is now like a blooming flower, the pink and purple are very dazzling, making people dare not look directly, and the terrifying color, like a sharp sword, pierced directly into Miyue's heart, making her lose all her courage and strength.

Her body began to tremble, and every inch of her skin felt like it had been cut by a cold blade, and the chill penetrated deep into her bone marrow.

Her eyes stared at the pink purple in a daze, and the fear in her heart was like a flood beast, unable to resist.

That terrifying scene made her lose all reason in an instant, and her brain went blank, just staring at that place in a daze.

Miyue hesitated and reached out to open the quilt, and saw Shu Zhihan lying in the pink purple.

She was so frightened that she fell directly to the ground, and then hurriedly knelt on the ground, grabbed Shu Zhihan's hand, shook it and shouted, "Miss, Miss, wake up, how are you?"

Miyue's voice echoed in the silent room, but Shu Zhihan still didn't open her eyes.

No matter how Miyue called and shouted, Shu Zhihan was like a person who was frozen in ice, and there was no posture to wake up.

Tears slipped from the corners of Miyue's eyes, and she looked at Shu Zhihan helplessly, her heart full of fear and uneasiness.

That helplessness and helplessness made Miyue's heart feel like it was being pressed by a boulder, and she couldn't breathe.

Looking at Shu Zhihan's appearance, Miyue's heart ached, she struggled to get up from the ground, the name Luo Jinyu echoed in her mind, she had to find him immediately.

Her heart was beating fast, as if she were walking alone in the empty desert, and her eyes were anxiously searching for the crowd, an inexplicable longing and anticipation.

Her steps were hurried and messy, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes were resolute and resolute.

She ran around the General's Palace, her eyes searching around every corner.

Mitsuki hurriedly ran to the study, her steps did not hesitate at all, just like her heart, full of eagerness, she came to the door of the study and pushed the door open with a slightly sweaty hand.

The door panel swayed gently in the breeze, making a crisp sound that echoed through the quiet study.

At a glance, she saw Luo Jinyu and Meng Haowen sitting at the desk.

Their expressions were serious, and they were discussing something in a low voice.

Their conversation was interrupted by the presence of Mitsuki, and both of them looked at her, a flash of surprise on their faces.

Meng Haowen looked at her with a wrinkled face, "Miyue, what are you doing, do you have any courtesy?"

"General, it's not good, something happened."

Hearing this, Meng Haowen's eyes looked at Luo Jinyu, and then he hurriedly looked at Miyue and asked, "What is the matter, tell me in detail."

Miyue's voice trembled and was low, "Miss, Miss is cold now, she can't wake up no matter how she screams, she looks very bad, and there is blood on the bed."

Luo Jin

They were shocked when they heard this, and Meng Haowen exclaimed, "How can this be, what happened?"

Mitsuki shook her head painfully, "I don't know, I can't find the reason."

When Luo Jinyu heard that Shu Zhihan's current condition was very bad, his heart was instantly enveloped by a huge worry and nervousness.

Without even the slightest hesitation, he immediately stood up and galloped outside like a cheetah.

His heartbeat was like a stirring drumbeat, constantly reminding him that time was passing fast and that he had to see Shu Zhihan as soon as possible.

His figure was unusually firm, his steps were swift and powerful, his eyes were full of determination and determination, as if no difficulty could stop his progress, he galloped through the corridor, every step seemed to be crossing one obstacle after another, as if telling his anxiety and worry.

As he rushed out of the room, the cold wind howled in his face, and he felt the tingling and coldness on his skin, but none of this could stop him from moving forward. His heartbeat was like a raging wave, constantly pushing him forward. He clenched his hands, knuckles turning white from the exertion.

His heart was filled with worry and nervousness.

Luo Jinyu hurriedly rushed into the room, instantly shocked by the scene in front of him.

The striking purple on the sheets, like a heavy whip mark, was glaring and painful, revealing an irreparable truth in an indescribable way.

At that moment, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and a deep pain penetrated his heart.

He froze in place, looking at the striking purple, the shock and fear in his heart surging like ocean waves, it was a visual impact, but also an emotional shock.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and the striking purple color was like a cruel joke, revealing the cruelty of reality in an incredibly vivid way.

Luo Jinyu felt his heart throb, his gaze sliding over the striking purple, it was a deep pain and helplessness.