Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Tears rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, hitting the back of Lin Ci'an's hand, burning him so much that his heart was trembling.

"You locked me up...you were mean to me...you left me alone..."

Chu Ziyu sobbed as he complained, and every word felt like a needle piercing Lin Ci'an's heart.

"You said I was yours... then why didn't you treat me better... why did you make me so scared..."

While crying, he held Lin Ci'an's hand tighter, as if he was the only driftwood in the world, even though this driftwood had just hurt him.

This extreme attachment and pure grievance can break Lin Ci'an down more than any sharp accusation.

Lin Ci'an listened to his incoherent crying, looked at his red eyes and nose, and felt as if his heart was being repeatedly rubbed and crushed by an invisible hand, the pain was unbearable.

He held Chu Ziyu's cold fingers tightly with his backhand, and with his other blood-stained hand he clumsily and gently wiped the tears from his face.

"It's my fault...it's all my fault..."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I'm the bastard, I deserve to die... I won't do that again, I won't lock you up again, I won't be mean to you, I won't leave you alone... Don't cry, Ziyu, look, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere..."

He wanted to rub the person in front of him into his bones and blood and take good care of him, but he was afraid of hurting him if he used too much force, so he could only apologize and comfort him in a low voice over and over again without any principles.

Chu Ziyu seemed to have heard some of what he said, and her crying gradually subsided, but she still held his hand tightly, looking at him dependently with wet eyes, sobbing occasionally, looking very pitiful.

Lin Ci'an only saw that his majesty was heartbroken by him, and because of the poison he had to rely on him and seek comfort from him.

The immense heartache and self-blame almost overwhelmed him.

He carefully avoided Chu Ziyu's injuries, gently held him in his arms, patted his back like a child, and whispered: "Go to sleep, Ziyu, I will guard you, I will always be here."

Chu Ziyu found a comfortable position in his arms, with a faint smell of blood and the unique cold breath of Lin Ci'an lingering in his nose. The poisonous insect in his body was temporarily soothed, and the feeling of fatigue surged like a tide.

He closed his eyes, tears still hanging on his long eyelashes, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly, almost imperceptibly.

The days passed in a strange calm and undercurrent.

The news about the century-old stone marrow fell on deaf ears and was never delivered.

The atmosphere in the warm room became more and more stagnant day by day.

Lin Ci'an's face became paler and paler, not only because of worry, but also because he needed to draw blood and mix medicine every day to barely suppress the increasingly restless "Love Thread" Gu in Chu Ziyu's body.

That day, he came in again, carrying a white jade tea bowl filled with dark red blood that exuded a strange medicinal fragrance.

He walked to the bedside and said in a very soft voice with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue: "Zi Yu, it's time to take the medicine."

Chu Ziyu on the couch heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes.

Unlike the complete dependence and grievance he showed when the poisonous insect was agitated a few days ago, his eyes were clear and cold at this moment.

The memories and rationality that had been temporarily suppressed that day had obviously returned, along with the humiliation brought about by being locked up, deceived, and this forced "treatment", which all settled into a deep chill in his eyes.

He glanced at the bowl of blood, and a faint, almost sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The blood of the Regent,"

His voice was calm, but every word was icy.

"It's truly precious. How does it feel to drink poison every day to quench your thirst?"

Lin Ci'an's fingers gripping the edge of the bowl tightened slightly, and his knuckles turned bluish-white.

He avoided Chu Ziyu's cold gaze and whispered, "The stone marrow will arrive soon, just be patient for a few more days..."

"endure?"

Chu Ziyu chuckled, but there was no warmth in that laugh.

"I'm going to endure you sucking my blood like a medicine?

Or do I have to endure your kindness even though I hate you to the core, but still have to accept it because of this damn thing?"