long-cherished wish

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If a person keeps calling a person's name in a dream, then this person must be someone deep in her heart.

If a person is still calling for this person in a coma after being seriously injured, then he must be the person she loves in her life.

Perhaps what Lingrou said and did to Ruan Qingyu was not sincere at times, but at this moment, at the moment when Lingrou's will was weakest, in her heart and in her dreams, she was only thinking of Ruan Qingyu's name.

Ah Fu's advice suddenly came to my ear, and once again Lingrou's desperate, risking her life as a gamble appeared in front of her eyes. What is she asking for?

She lowered her head slightly, took a deep breath, the candlelight flickered in her eyes, flickering brightly and darkly, erratically.

The night is dark, and it has entered the third watch.

When Lingrou woke up, there was a familiar darkness in front of her eyes.

Ruan Qingyu was lying beside her, with his hands on his cheeks, and fell asleep deeply.

She looked at him quietly, seeing his tall and resolute nose bridge and slender and curved eyelashes outlined by the candlelight, she couldn't bear to wake him up.

The stabbing pain in her chest quickly pulled her back from her trance, recalling what happened during the day, she couldn't help but sighed deeply.

In any case, the most dangerous stage has passed, and since she is still alive, it is God's will.

Lingrou gently lifted the quilt, and found that she had been put on new clothes, her chest had been covered with medicine, and wrapped in gauze.

There is no one else here, let alone another woman, so the person who applied the medicine and changed her clothes was...

Thinking of this, her face immediately burned up, like two red clouds in the sky.

At this moment, Ruan Qingyu woke up from the daze, raised her eyes, met the soft and watery eyes, sat up quickly, and asked with concern: "Rou'er, how are you feeling now?"

Lingrou shook her head slightly to him to show that she was okay, but for some reason, there were two faint blushes on her cheeks, and even the way she looked at her was so gentle.

Ruan Qingyu didn't think too much about it, just thought it was a symptom of the disease, and said softly: "Lie here for a while, I'll go and bring the medicine."

Ling Rou nodded softly, the tenderness in her eyes was overwhelming.

The medicine had already been brought, Ruan Qingyu carefully lifted Lingrou up, let her lean comfortably in his arms, held the bowl in his left hand and the spoon in his right, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

The medicine was not hot, but Ling Rou drank it slowly and for a long time. She enjoyed Ruan Qingyu's meticulous and gentle care at this moment. For her, it was a kind of warmth and happiness that she had never experienced before.

"I really want to be like this for the rest of my life, lying in your arms..."

Lingrou spoke softly, with a childlike innocence in her voice, as if floating from a dream.

After drinking the medicine, Ruan Qingyu slowly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, with a deep gleam between his brows, he said, "Do you know, you almost died?"

Lingrou's eyes moved, and she murmured: "I know."

Ruan Qingyu said: "I know, do you still want to do this?"

Ling Rou lowered her eyelashes slightly, her soft white hand gently covered the back of Ruan Qingyu's hand, her five fingers interlocked with him, warm and lingering.

"If something happens to you, what should I do?..."

Her long black hair exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people addicted, but Ruan Qingyu frowned even tighter, and secretly said:

"In the future, don't do such stupid things again. In any case, your own life is the most important thing."

Lingrou's fingertips were slightly stiff, and after a long silence, she said in a low voice:

"Since you think so, why did you risk your life when you faced her?"

Ruan Qingyu lowered his head, sighed for a long time, "If you were me, you would definitely understand why I did this."

As if he didn't want to get entangled in this issue, he immediately ended the topic, and said softly: "Your body is still unhealed, and you still need time to recuperate, go to bed earlier."

He helped Ling Rou'an to lie down, covered her with a quilt, stroked the hair on her temples, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Ling Rou quietly looked at Ruan Qingyu's face, but her twinkling bright eyes revealed a complicated emotion. After a while, she bit her lip and said:

"...I don't understand, I only know that if I lose you, my life would be worse than death..."

Ruan Qingyu was startled, and a variety of emotions flashed across his eyes for a moment, and finally he looked away, turned around, and said to Lingju behind his back: "You are so stupid."

His downcast face was hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, and no one could see his expression.

Time flies, and half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

In the woods half a mile away from the small bamboo courtyard, an old wisteria tree is in full bloom. From a distance, it looks like a string of gorgeous and clear purple crystals.

A slender figure stands gracefully under the swarms of flying petals, like a fairy among flowers, deeply attracted by a group of purple butterflies.

"Wisteria hangs on cloud trees, flowers tend to spring in Yiyang. Dense leaves hide singing birds, and the fragrance and wind leave beauties."

This is probably a moving artistic conception depicted in the poem.

Feeling the fragrance and the beauty in front of him, Ruan Qingyu said emotionally, "In the blink of an eye, February has already turned into June, so the time has passed so quickly..."

At this time, there was a burst of silver bell-like laughter from under the wisteria tree. Lingrou held a pile of light purple petals in her hands and lifted them lightly in the air. A tumultuous flower rain fell all over the sky in the wind, and the scenery was picturesque. , but still not as breathtakingly beautiful as the fairy in that painting.

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