Quick Wear Beauty

Chapter 20 The Herbalist is Charming (Seventeen)

Qingli: "Meng...Brother Meng..."

Qingli: "Brother Meng..."

Meng Yi: "Hmm?"

Meng Yi moved closer to Li Li and touched her forehead. The fever had subsided a little, so the medicine must be working!

Qingli: "Brother Meng..." "Go, go, go..."

Qingli: "Leave me alone, leave me alone... Let's go"

Meng Yi: "Li Li, Li Li?"

He called softly, but the woman still did not respond to him.

Qingli: "Meng Yi...Meng Yi..."

Meng Yi: "I'm here, I'm here."

He looked at the woman's tearful face, listened to her mumbling which became more and more rapid, and his face was full of emotion.

Meng Yi: "Are you so worried about me? You think of me even in your dreams."

Meng Yi: "Li Li, I, Meng Yi, am truly not worthy of you sacrificing your life for me."

Meng Yi was a man of the underworld. His father was the leader of the Hanshui Sect and also the leader of the martial arts world. The underworld was treacherous, and most martial artists lived on the edge of danger. He was also lucky. The Hanshui Sect was well-known in the martial arts world, and he lived a relatively wealthy life from a young age. He never worried about money.

Meng Yi: "Since my family didn't need me to earn money, all I thought about every day was how to improve my martial arts and how to please my father. Growing up, my mother rarely asked about my affairs, and my father was very strict with me and often punished me with family rules."

Meng Yi: "He was always dissatisfied with me. It wasn't until these few years when my martial arts skills improved and my reputation in the martial arts world became more and more famous that my father finally smiled at me."

Meng Yi: "Everyone in the martial arts world says I'm incredibly talented, a rising star, and I'm sure to become the next leader of the martial arts world. I think it's probably because I have some talent, and my physique is pretty good, but more importantly, it's all due to my own hard work and practice. All I can do every day is practice my martial arts diligently."

Meng Yi: "But they never ask me if I'm tired or if it hurts from practicing martial arts, as if I'm a tough guy who's not afraid of hardship or fatigue."

Meng Yi: "Every time I failed to meet my father's expectations, he would say I was unworthy of being his son."

Meng Yi: "One time, I was late coming out of the Ten Thousand Snake Cave, and my father, who was waiting outside, made me kneel outside the cave all night."

Meng Yi: "On my way back, I met my mother. She saw the wounds on my body but pretended not to see them. She didn't say a word and just left with her maid without even looking away."

Meng Yi: "That day..."

Meng Yi: "It's my birthday."

Meng Yi: "But no one celebrated my birthday. I thought at least there would be a bowl of longevity noodles, but it turns out no one remembered my birthday."

Meng Yi: "I didn't expect that the first person who felt sorry for me would be you, a complete stranger to me!"

Meng Yi: "When I woke up from your house and you changed my dressing, you asked me with a distressed look on your face: You must have been in a lot of pain with so many injuries."

Meng Yi: "I said I was used to it, but actually...actually, I was feeling a wave of emotion."

Meng Yi: "Being used to being hurt is one thing, but having someone care about you is another."

Meng Yi: "In the martial arts world, I'm used to seeing all kinds of unfortunate people, but when I saw you, I still felt pity for you. I wonder how you survived the grief of your master's death at the age of eight. I can't imagine how many tears you shed, and how much hardship you went through on your own."

Meng Yi: "My parents are not in love, and I have never thought about who I will spend the rest of my life with."

Meng Yi: "But now..."

The man looked at the woman wearing his coat, tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Qingli: "Wuwuwu...cold...cold..."

Qingli: "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much..."

She half-closed her eyes, her consciousness was unclear, and everything in front of her was blurry. In the blur, there seemed to be a figure in front of her, and she was talking to herself.

Qingli: "Am I dead? In the underworld?"

Qingli: "Master... Master, why don't you come to pick me up? Can a dead person feel pain?"

She spoke in a very low voice, and Meng Yi leaned over to listen carefully.

Qingli: "Brother Meng, Brother Meng, Meng Yi, Meng Yi..."

Qingli: "I won't see him again, I will never see him again..."