Best friends travel through time together! Marry the paranoid! Divorce together

Xiang Huaiyue has lost a lot of weight recently, and his wrists are so slender that the bones are visible, as if they could be broken with a little force.

He Chaoye bent his back, but still dared to hold her cold jade hand, "Your Highness, I'm late again. Can you get up and hit me?"

The sorrow in his eyes was evident, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his voice was choked with sobs.

Xiang Huaiyue was naturally pretty, and even her pale face couldn't hide her stunning beauty. However, she was like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch.

He Chaoye leaned over, rested his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Yueyue, I want you to smile and call me Ah Chao..."

"I only dared to call you like this when you were unconscious. Am I a coward?"

"I promised you what you said to me last time..."

"Yueyue, as long as you can wake up, I will promise you everything, okay?"

"I thought I would live a routine life in the military camp every day, but your appearance was like a ray of light that illuminated my dull and boring world."

"Now that you are in the abyss, I wonder if I have the honor to help you and pull you out of the darkness?"

He spoke slowly and gently, just to make sure she could hear every word clearly.

But Xiang Huaiyue, who was lying on the couch, did not react. She had lost her usual liveliness and looked more dignified and lifeless.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and bright sunshine shone through the clouds, illuminating the room.

He Chaoye sat on the edge of the couch and talked to her all night. His eyes showed deep fatigue and his voice was a little hoarse, but his eyes never left Huaiyue.

The servant brought in the medicine.

He Chaoye put his fingertips on the medicine bowl to test the temperature and gently fed her the medicine.

But she couldn't drink a single sip.

He Chaoye frowned slightly, handed the medicine to his lips, and then passed the medicine to her without leaving a drop.

When he left her lips, only the cold temperature remained on them.

Her body was no longer hot, and she felt like she was in an ice cellar.

He Chaoye took off his coat, lay on the couch, held her in his arms, and tried to warm her with his body.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He Chaoye rested his forehead against hers. "Ever since I met you, I've slowly started to like myself."

"All the words of praise are not too much for you. My princess is really good."

"My princess is the strongest. She will definitely wake up, right?"

He Chaoye lowered his eyes and looked at the tip of her delicate nose, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Even if there is no response every time, the expectation remains unabated.

In the past few days, Xiang Huaiyue's body has been alternating between hot and cold.

He Chaoye took care of her meticulously, taking care of every step personally.

One night, He Chaoye was telling Xiang Huaiyue a story. He hadn't slept for several days and his eyes were flickering with fatigue. He wanted to force himself to finish the story, but sleepiness came over him and he gradually fell asleep.

Although Xiang Huaiyue fell into a coma, he could hear every word He Chaoye said.

She really wanted to wake up and respond to him, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with rocks, and she couldn't open them at all.

Being conscious but unable to wake up is an extremely painful thing.

She screamed in her heart several times, but to no avail.

When Xiang Huaiyue was in despair, he finally broke through the shackles and opened his eyes.

She raised her slender hand, which was as white as jade, and traced down along his eyebrows and eyes, with a rare smile on the corner of her lips.

He Chaoye felt an itch on his face, and then realized something. He suddenly opened his eyes and met her smiling eyes.

His mind went blank instantly. The darkness in his eyes faded away, and a glittering light filled them. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "My princess is indeed the strongest."

Xiang Huaiyue's eyes softened, and the gloom on his face disappeared. He joked, "A Chao, you don't call me Yueyue anymore?"

"Yueyue." He Chaoye stared into her eyes and called out softly.

Xiang Huaiyue originally wanted to tease him, but unexpectedly he was teased instead. His face quickly heated up and the tips of his ears turned red.

"My princess, what else do you want to settle accounts with me? It's better to settle them all at once." He Chaoye looked at her with a gentle and indulgent look, afraid that what he saw was an illusion, and he didn't dare to look away.

Xiang Huaiyue smiled playfully: "You said you would agree to what I asked you last time, but are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Then you do it now." Xiang Huaiyue's eyes curved, "I want to see it now."

He Chaoye's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a hint of smile appeared in his deep pupils. "Okay."

After he finished speaking, He Chaoye sat up from the couch, took off his inner clothes, revealing his bronze skin, broad shoulders and narrow waist, without a trace of excess fat, everything was just right.

Xiang Huaiyue once asked to see the scars on his back.

But he refused.

It's not like she hadn't applied medicine to his back before.

But every time he didn't take off all his clothes, he just showed her the wound.

There were many crisscrossing scars on He Chaoye's back, new and old wounds mixed together, and every inch of his skin was filled with past hardships and pains.

Xiang Huaiyue's heart was in a tangle of confusion, her dark brows slightly furrowed, tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly leaned forward.

He Chaoye felt a warmth on his back, his body suddenly tensed up, his breathing stagnated, and his hands hanging by his sides tightened involuntarily, enduring the most extreme form of restraint.

Xiang Huaiyue placed tender kisses on every one of his wounds.

"A Chao, the scars that cannot be erased are your medals of bravery." Xiang Huaiyue said, "And you are my proud husband."

Her words were passionate and straightforward, filled with endless love.

The words were originally cold, but she added emotion to them.

The inferiority complex that had been deeply rooted in He Chaoye's heart was uprooted by her, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Now it's my princess' turn to confess to me?"

"A Chao, you have confessed your feelings for so many days, it's my turn now." Xiang Huaiyue hugged He Chaoye when he turned around, burying her head in his chest.

"Has my princess finished her confession?" He Chaoye asked leisurely.

Xiang Huaiyue was silent for a few moments, then said softly, "A Chao, thank you for saving me from the abyss."

He was the one who healed her.

She had already lost the will to live. If he hadn't come, she would have collapsed long ago.

He Chaoye pressed her soft body into his arms and said firmly, "I won't lose you again."

"Are you going to tie me to your belt?" Xiang Huaiyue blinked her clear starry eyes.

"As long as Yueyue wants to, it's not impossible."

"Okay, I agree." Xiang Huaiyue smiled brightly and freely.

He Chaoye saw that she was as lively as before, and his brows gradually relaxed.

Xiang Huaiyue placed her fingertips on his brow bone and smoothed out the frown, "A Chao, I don't like you frowning."

"Okay, I'll do as you say." He Chaoye's words were filled with endless doting.

"A Chao, I want to go find Zhizhi."

"I'll take you back to find them."

"Can we go back now?"

He Chaoye tapped her nose lightly, his tone softening, "Wait until you're well again before going, okay?"