When she woke up in the morning, Changle was still tired on her face, since she gave Changping a blood transfusion that day, her body has been inexplicably deteriorating, and she has been groggy for several days, and her whole body is also weak, and she wakes up and faints.

But today, although he still felt weak, she still insisted on getting up from the bed, because last night Qiu Shuixin hurriedly told her a good news - 'Changping is awake, and will come here tomorrow to visit him', Changping is going to see her, Changle will never allow herself to face Changping with such a tired face, so she has to get up early to dress up and dress up, and she wants to let herself face Changping in the best condition.

The early morning sun shines through the small window on the wall, obliquely shining on the edge of the bed opposite, on which combs, mirrors, makeup cases, etc. are already arranged.

"Princess, why did you get up so early?" The maid Xiao Rong pushed open the door and saw Changle struggling to straighten up from the bed, only to see her holding on to the edge of the bed with both hands, stretching out her slender jade feet, and wanting to put on shoes.

Xiao Rong was specially assigned by the King of Nan to take care of Changle after Changle arrived at the ancient castle, the girl looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, with short black hair over the ears, and she was particularly exquisite, especially a pair of bright eyes.

"Princess, slow down, I'll get you whatever you want. Xiao Rong hurriedly ran to Changle's side, with an anxious face, Changle smiled, and her pale face made Xiao Rong even more worried.

"It's okay, I just want to freshen up, didn't the God King come over today. Changle said as he propped his hands up, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you, I really don't understand, you are a princess, or because of him you became like this, why bother. Xiao Rong looked at Changle with a haggard face in confusion.

Changle didn't say anything, just barely squeezed out a smile.

Changle in the sun, miserable white skin. There was a trace of blood on her thin lips, and there was no light in her eyes, she looked in the mirror, and couldn't help but be taken aback, since she was a child, it was the first time she saw such a haggard self, without the slightest beauty of the past.

"Xiao Rong, help me replenish the powder, ask for the pink one, and the lipstick. By the way, I'm getting some water, I'm going to wash my hair...... I ......" Changle urged Xiao Rong to dress up quickly, she was afraid that her appearance would make Changping afraid, and Xiao Rong on the side looked at Changle's anxious appearance, and couldn't help but shed tears, she hurriedly turned around and wiped away her tears. While preparing various things for Changle, he hurriedly went out.

As a woman, she knew that Changle's heart at this moment was not worried about her body, but about Changping's feelings. She loves him, so she can't let him down, but this kind of love makes Changle himself scarred......

Changle looked intently at himself in the mirror. Sometimes I make up the powder, sometimes I paint the eyebrows, sometimes I paint the lips. But she was weak but she never could draw well, she was not satisfied with it, and after a while, she didn't see Xiao Rong come back, and seeing that the time was not early, her heart became more and more anxious.

"Whew...... For...... Footsteps were heard at the door.

"Why did you come back so late?" Changle complained, the paintbrush in his hand shook off the ground, "Don't come here yet! Hurry up and ......"

But there were no footsteps behind him, Changle wondered why Xiao Rong didn't care about himself, so he slowly turned his head to look at the door. However, when she looked at the door, she suddenly shook her whole body and hurriedly turned her head back. And her eyes were already moist, and tears were flowing unscrupulously.

"Why didn't you say hello before you came, I'm not ready yet, you wait!" Changle's slightly weeping voice wafted through the room, as if pleading.

"Okay, Changle, I'm already here, you don't have to dress up, I just want to see you. Changle suddenly stopped crying and sat there for a moment.

The footsteps behind him are getting closer and closer, and Changle's heart is getting more and more nervous, "Sister, the God King has come to see you, why don't you look back" Qiu Shuixin said loudly, but was stopped by Changping, he looked at Changle's back, and seemed to understand something in his heart, he glanced at Qiu Shuixin, and motioned for her to wait outside the door.

There was no way, Qiu Shuixin had to quietly walk to the door and gently close the door from the outside.

"Le'er, it's just the two of us now, it's okay, let me see you, I heard that you've been in a coma for a few days, what's wrong?" Changping walked behind Changle and stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke Changle's hair.

As soon as Changle felt that Changping's hand touched her hair, she quickly shook her head, but because her body had no strength, she just leaned forward slightly.

"Changping, I look very ugly now, it's not good-looking, don't come here, you ......" Changle wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, because she felt a burst of warmth and weight behind her, and a faint flush appeared on her pale face.

"Don't say it, fool! you're still the same as before, the same, even the taste on your head is the same, it's really ......" Changping stuck to Changle's back tightly, he slowly put his face on Changle's pale face, and his hands ran along Changle's arm until she held it, holding it tightly.

Tears slowly flowed down the corners of Changle's eyes, until they reached the faces of the two of them, a moist and cold feeling instantly eroded Changping's heart, he felt the pain he had not seen for a long time, and the scene from a thousand years ago appeared in front of his eyes:

On the bench, Qiushui Mingyue hugged herself who was gradually cold, and her tears also fell on her face like this, that pain, that coldness, that soreness.

Changping let out a long sigh, a thousand years have passed in an instant, and life and death have been separated in the blink of an eye.

"Changle promised me that I would live well, if I was injured again one day, I would never be able to save me in this way, understand!" Chang Ping's voice was unusually firm, and he shook Changle's hand vigorously.

Changle nodded silently.

"Okay, don't cry, it's okay, I'm relieved to see you okay today, tomorrow King Nan will set up a banquet for us, wait for me to pick you up." After speaking, Changping stood up and kissed Changle lightly on the head.

Before Changle could react, Changle actually hugged Changle all of a sudden, Changle was startled at first, but when she clinged to Changping's chest, feeling the heartbeat and warmth on Changping's chest, her face was crimson again, and she lay quietly in Changle's arms.

Changping hugged Changle and walked to the side of the bed step by step, put her on the bed gently, covered the quilt, looked at Changle's pale face, Changping smiled slightly, "Go to sleep, dress up tomorrow." ”

Seeing Changle smile and close his eyes, Changping retreated from the room.

"What's wrong? ...... you" Qiu Shuixin thought that Changping's face would be full of smiles, but what she saw Changping was angry and gloomy, "What's wrong?

Changping looked at Qiu Shuixin with a look of apprehension and doubt, and said coldly: "Who treated Changle, take me to him, I have something to ask him." ”

Looking at Changping Yan's expression, Qiu Shuixin's heart became more and more worried, "What's wrong?"

"She's poisoned" Changle looked angry, his hands were clenched, his veins were jumping, and he walked briskly down the corridor, and the Qiushui core behind him was stunned at first, and he hurriedly chased after him before he had time to ask more...... (To be continued......)