The long arm grabbed Feng Qinyu's body, and whispered in her ear half-drunk and half-conscious: "I'm sorry, Jiu'er, I hurt you again, I gave Bi Ying the opportunity to poison, I hurt you again......"

His "drunken words" made Feng Qinyu's eyes stunned, and a trace of confusion crossed his eyes.

I only heard Dongfang Yunlie's voice full of self-reproach coming from her ears again, "If I had carefully checked his identity at that time, I wouldn't have let him succeed in pretending to be Bufu to approach you, I'm sorry, I'm really damn ......"

The strong self-blame, listening to Feng Qinyu's heart, felt even more distressed, and at the same time, he also understood why he just said that he had hurt her again.

In fact, she knew that all this had nothing to do with him at all.

When she was dying, how could he still have the heart to confirm the identity of that fake Bufu.

Thinking that he is a dignified prince, for her, he is willing to kneel down with a plain people, which is enough for her.

From her words, she could faintly hear that he had been haunted by the torture he had once made to herself, as well as the child......

Thinking of that child, Feng Qinyu's heart twitched fiercely again.

There are some things that I don't think about because they don't matter, but because I don't dare to think about them, and I am afraid that when I think about them, all the unhealed wounds will be torn open again, and the blood will not stop.

The current Dongfang Yunlie is just like her.

The dead child was a wound that they could never be pulled off.

Lowering her eyebrows as she looked at his trembling body lying on top of her, she frowned again.

His hands wrapped around him tightly, and he comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's none of your business, Yun Lie......"

At this time, Dongfang Yunlie was like a child who had made a big mistake, blindly blaming himself and wanting to be forgiven, but he could never forgive himself.

"It's none of your business......"

She whispered in his ear, repeating the words.

"It's my fault!!"

Dongfang Yunlie's emotions became a little excited, "If I doubt Bi Ying's identity a little, he won't have a chance to get close to you!! ”

With red eyes, he raised his head from Feng Qinyu's ears, his eyes were bloodshot, and his crimson eyes were distressing.

"If it weren't for Bi Ying, I might have died at that time, and I wouldn't have had a chance to wake up at all."

Feng Qinyu looked at him with a serious face, and accentuated his tone, "If I don't have a chance to wake up, I won't have a chance to be with you again." ”

Her words made Dongfang Yunlie stunned for a moment, and his out-of-control eyes flashed a trace of hesitation and confusion at this time, and he looked at Feng Qinyu without saying a word, and all kinds of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Yunlie, I'll be fine, if God can wake me up again, I won't let me die so soon, do you forget, in fact, there is still someone who can cure my poison?"

Feng Qinyu gave him a comforting smile, and her words made Dongfang Yunlie's eyes stunned, and in the next second, his eyes lit up, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Who?" ”

Although the voice was not loud, there was an unconcealable color of hope in his eyes.

"Bu Fu."

At this time, after the maker of the three thousand fallen flowers escaped from Zuo Yanling's hands, he kept sneaking back to Nanjiang along the trail.

Along the way, he also ran away and applied poison at the same time, and he was always selfish, and he didn't care about the consequences of the spread of these poisonous gases.