deep palace cold girl

Chapter 158

Every day, this voice would repeat several times, calming his mania and his restlessness.what does that mean?Did he hear wrong?
Does that mean telling him that she is still alive, so he can't die?
Is it true that Shang'er is not dead?
Yes or no?Yes or no?
Who can tell him the truth?Who can tell him what happened?

That night, his heart was like a mirror, and he was no longer dazed and flustered. He knew that his body had recovered a lot, and he thought that maybe the strange disease on his body was also cured.

He slept for too long, so when he could open his eyes, he didn't want to wait any longer. He opened his eyes and looked at the strange things, feeling a little dazed.

He still raised his hand with some difficulty, and the originally bruised nails had returned to their normal color. It seemed that his illness had really been cured.

There was only one candle lit in this room, and the windows were open, so he couldn't feel the cold. He thought, maybe he really fell asleep for a long time, and winter had already gone away.

He moved his body lightly, leaning on the edge of the bed to prop up his body, perhaps because he hadn't moved for a long time, maybe because he hadn't fully recovered, his legs were a little out of control.

He hastily supported the table beside him, propping up his body that almost fell down. He still couldn't get used to being so weak.

He looked around the room and made sure that he had never been there before, and he was not interested in viewing the decoration of the room. He wanted to find someone to ask, to ask clearly, what was the meaning of the words he heard when he was unconscious, and did they mean something to him? the same.

He didn't want to wait until despair was filled with anticipation. He was afraid, really afraid, afraid that if she was really gone, even if he died at this time, he would not be able to catch up with her.

He pushed open the door, and a cool wind blew towards his face with a faint fragrance of flowers. In the spacious courtyard, there were no people to be seen. Looking at the sky, it might be that the night was deep and everyone was asleep.

He walked along the corridor, holding on to the pillars to pant for breath, a lot of sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down his face.

Turning his head slightly, he saw that the light in the next room was on, and he walked eagerly, he wanted to find someone to ask.He knocked on the door twice, but no one answered, he hesitated a little, called again, but still no one responded, a little impatient, he pushed the door open and entered without any regard for politeness!

The pink and white gauze curtain hangs on the bed, blown by the influx of breeze, the faint candlelight swaying gently, swaying the illusion of the room.

He didn't understand why his heart was beating so fast, it was out of his control, he was having difficulty breathing, gasping for breath, his body trembling unbearably, he stepped forward two steps timidly, the footsteps were very light, he was afraid of waking up on the bed people.

Step by step, he approached slowly, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't make a sound. Behind the hazy curtain, a faint and delicate figure lay flat on the bed, sleeping quietly.

He seemed to be crying and laughing, he never knew that he would be like this, and he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, it was very complicated and mixed.

"You, here... It's not a dream... You, really, are here..."

He saw the face of the person on the bed clearly, stumbled forward, stood in front of the couch, stopped abruptly, stretched out his hand cautiously, wanted to touch it, but retracted timidly.

"Is it you? Is it really you? This is not a dream, right?"

He pinched his leg hard, and he gasped in pain, but he suddenly laughed strangely, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and muttered to himself: "It really hurts." , It's not a dream, it's not a dream, you're not dead, you're really not dead, Shang'er, Shang'er, my Shang'er..."

As if afraid that she would disappear suddenly, he held her tightly in his arms, tightly, using all his strength.

Crying and laughing, he carefully kissed her hair, holding her face, not wanting to miss a single bit of this long-lost face.

"Shang'er, don't sleep, wake up, I finally found you, I thought you were dead, I really thought you were dead, fortunately, fortunately, we are all alive, we are all alive..."

"Shang'er, I will never let you go again, whether you want to stay with me or not, I will never let you go, really, really, never again."

Still, no one responded to him...

After hugging her and talking for a while, he finally realized something was wrong.

He froze and trembled a little, buried his face in her neck, not daring to find out the truth.He admitted that he was really cowardly, he was afraid, and couldn't bear it anymore, such a joke!

"She has been in a coma longer than you. Since leaving Prince Ruiqin's mansion, she has been in a coma until now! Although I cleaned out the toxins in her body and barely saved her life, no matter what I tried We can't wake her up. We all tried our best, but in the end, we can only think of you and want you to wake her up..."

Lian Chengzhi turned his head abruptly, and saw Xuanyuan Han who was wearing a silver mask and showing coldness and frustration all over his body. It was really shocking for him to admit that he was poor in medical skills!

"You said, she hasn't woken up? You mean, she..."

"Maybe, one day, she suddenly woke up after getting enough sleep. Maybe, she will be like this for the rest of her life! This is her current situation. She is no different from a normal person, as if she fell asleep. This time, sleep That's long enough."

Xuanyuanhan smiled mockingly, and took out the medical book to read again. If he couldn't find out why Mu Qingshang was unconscious, Fei Li's sparrow would definitely harass him to death!
Lian Chengzhi held her tender little face in disbelief. As expected, it was as if she had fallen asleep. Who could tell how long she had slept this time, which frightened him.

With a wry smile, he kissed the center of her brow with distress. He thought that everything was enough, no matter if it was hurt or torture, it was enough, but why did he continue to torture and hurt like this?

"Shang'er, little lazy cat... how long do you want to sleep..."

She fell asleep, really well-behaved, lying quietly in his arms, like a sleeping kitten.

Xuanyuan Han shrugged, closed the door and backed out. Anyway, he was waiting for the result to wake Lian Chengzhi up. If he still couldn't wake her up, he had nothing to do!

Turning around and looking back, I saw Mu Shaoling with a livid face, staring at the door, Xuanyuanhan sighed lightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and said jokingly: "Some things can't be forced, you You know, who is in her heart, look away!"

(End of this chapter)