If there is a comeback

When Ximen Chuuxue woke up, Ye Gucheng was not beside him, he was holding a pillow made of pure white fine cotton in his arms, he moved the pillow away, frowning, and wanted to get out of bed to find someone. . .

But he didn't want to, with a slight movement, there was a pain like tearing flesh, Ximen Chuuxue's face was stiff in pain, and if he wanted to move again, someone had already supported him, Ximen Chuuxue's lips curled up slightly: "Ye..."

"Ximen, just now I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you up... What's wrong with you now?" Ye Gucheng was taken aback for a while after speaking, and then he pursed his lips, "Ximen, now that the sun is coming up, I saw that not only that part of your body was badly injured..." After speaking, Ye Gucheng grabbed Ximen Chuuxue's left hand. . .

Swordsman's hands have always been cherished by swordsmen, but looking at Ximen Chuuxue's current hand, the back of his hand is still white and slender, well maintained, but the nails on the fingertips are a bit long. . .After turning over the back of the hand, I saw four semi-circular nail prints rolling outwards on the palm of the hand, and the surrounding skin was pale, which shows that the injury has been going on for a long time. . .Going down a little further, the flesh is still oozing blood, and the faint white under the flesh can be seen faintly. . .It was bones. . .This injury made the black and purple on the wrist less obvious, but Ye Gucheng carefully avoided the injury on the palm of his hand, looking at the iron ring on Ximen Chuixue's wrist that was fastened so tightly and had not been removed, his face became extremely pale Tight, just listen to him say: "Ximen...Xuan'er, that's too presumptuous."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, he watched the man help him apply the medicine bit by bit carefully, felt the man's fresh breath, and heard the man's distressed words, he just felt that there was something in his heart. For a while, I couldn't think of how to speak. . .

Ye Gucheng swept across Ximen Chuuxue's rare stupefied face, and his expression relaxed: "It's just that you, as a father, don't mind, but I want to let him know how powerful..." Ye Gucheng finished speaking, his expression changed Unexpectedly, it changed, coughing in a low voice uncontrollably, adding a little bit of dark red blood to the snow-white sleeves. . .Ye Gucheng hastily shook his sleeve, trying to shake the bloody sleeve down, but Ximen Chuuxue pulled up his sleeve first. After seeing the blood on it, Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, looking at Ye Gucheng With a somewhat stiff face, he said: "Ye...it's coughing up blood." Ximen Chuixue paused, "or... it's a disease that hurts the heart." Ximen Chuixue stood up, "Ye, are you still sick?" You want to lie to me."

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