Huaxin didn't know how he went back, and when he got home, it was already halfway through noon, and his brain was still a little dizzy.

He Guang Tongchen sat in the courtyard waiting for her, and when he saw her, his eyes were bright and dark.

"You're hurt. He frowned and pulled her hand, his fingertips lightly touching her wrist veins, and found that she had not only sword wounds on her hands, but also internal wounds on her body.

Who could hurt her?

Hurriedly went back to the house to get the wound medicine, and while he was treating the trauma for her, he asked her, "What artifact was injured?"

"Moon Spirit Sword. ”

I see, the Moon family.

None of the divine objects left by the moon god are ordinary, they are all ancient treasures, no wonder even the self-healing ability of painting the mind and body has failed.

He watched her flesh and blood fly through the deep wounds, and he was worried, "It seems that the water in the city is very deep, you have to be careful." ”

"Hmm. "The painting heart should be absent-minded, and the eyes are round and wide, revealing panic and messiness.

"Don't be afraid. He Guang Tongchen bandaged her wounds with gauze, and began to check the injuries in her body again, "It's my fault, I shouldn't let you go out alone." ”

Seeing that the painting heart and light were the same dust, he blamed himself, and his heart was even more sad. She knew that he didn't follow her because he trusted her, gave her space and freedom, and after a long wait and suffering, he felt guilty because she was hurt.

How can there be such a considerate person in this world?

It was so thoughtful that it made her feel guilty.

And she said that she wanted to treat him wholeheartedly, but she really couldn't do it, she really couldn't turn a blind eye to Shuyi, and she hated her half-heartedness, but Shuyi and Heguang Tongchen are both Junyi, for her, it is like the palm of the hand and the back of the hand, and no one can really give it up.

She is not greedy, she wants to have both, she just hopes that one of them can live well without her, but such a humble hope seems to be a luxury.

"Dust. The painting called him, but he didn't dare to look at him, only staring at the layers of gauze wrapped around his palms, "What if...... I mean, if ...... What will happen to you one day when I'm gone?"

The hand that was pounding medicine with the light and dust suddenly froze, and he was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "Painful death, or, more painful life." ”

Huaxin summed it up for him, that is, life is better than death.

She twisted the placket of her clothes and began to worry, crumpled a good dress, and was so worried that tears fell down.

Seeing that Heguang Tongchen raised her eyes and looked over, she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her tears, but was held down by Heguang Tongchen's injured hand, he took out a silk handkerchief and wiped it carefully for her.

She felt that it was too funny for her to cry, and her face flushed slightly, but the tear ducts collapsed uncontrollably.

Seeing her tears like a broken embankment, Heguang Tongchen thought that he had embarrassed her, so he endured the heartache and sighed lowly, "I'm just afraid that he won't be able to take care of you......"

Huaxin knew that he had misunderstood, and immediately interrupted him, "I'm not leaving, you know that the hidden light is out, and I'm ...... I'm afraid it's fate. ”

After being reminded by the painting heart, he remembered that the matter of the Xuanyin lamp that Chi Ming told him had not been resolved, and he had sent a letter to Xuanyin before, but he never got a reply, and then the painting heart disappeared, and he was disturbed, so it was completely delayed.

He wiped away her tears and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it." ”

He didn't take it to heart, rubbed his sore eyes, leaned close to him on the corner of the table, squeezed into his arms, slumped his body, hung his head, and fell asleep after a while.

He Guang Tongchen carried her to the couch, and the icy water on the eaves outside the house was ticking, like her low whimper in a half-dream.