Madam is right

Chapter 489
Seeing Zhao Mo's weak appearance, Mo Zhichu sniffed, moved the straw bed to the side of the fire, lay down directly, and hugged Zhao Mo tightly.

Mo Zhichu didn't wear much at the moment, so she clings to Zhao Mo as much as possible, warming him with her own body temperature.

This is the case with a person with a fever. Although the temperature on his body is astonishingly high, he still feels cold.

Mo Zhichu hugged Zhao Mo tightly, her back was facing the fire, her back was aching from the fire, and she couldn't care less about it.

And Zhao Mo, as if he had found a heater, also hugged Mo Zhichu tightly.

At this moment, Mo Zhichu put his hand on Zhao Mo's back, only to realize that his back was already covered with scars at some point.

There were already a lot of wounds touched by her subordinates. Mo Zhichu couldn't stand it anymore. She got up and looked at Zhao Mo's back, only to find that his clothes had been scratched by the assassin when he was assassinated before. There were a lot of holes.

Mo Zhichu carefully took off his shirt. He didn't know if he didn't look at it. Only after looking at it did he discover how many large and small wounds he had on his back.

There are wounds drawn by the killer with a sword, some wounds from friction, and deep bruises left after the impact.

Only then did Mo Zhichu remember that when they jumped off the cliff, Zhao Mo kept hugging her and pressed his back against the mountain wall. It must be that time, it must be that time that left so many wounds.

Mo Zhichu didn't know why his eyes were so painfully swollen at this time, and three or two tears came out disobediently, and when the tears entered the wound, Zhao Mo shrank back in pain.

Mo Zhichu began to blame himself for the tears that kept overflowing.

But those tears couldn't be wiped clean, her voice was choked up, and she shouted impatiently: "Don't shed any more!"

At this moment, Zhao Mo, who fell into a coma, still knew unconsciously that her first child was crying.

Mo Zhichu heard his weak voice: "Chu'er...don't cry..."

Mo Zhichu immediately ran to him, squatted in front of him, cried and said: "Okay, I won't cry, you wake up, you wake up first and see me, okay?"

There were warm tears dripping on the tip of his nose, Zhao Mo trembled lightly, he heard, heard her saying to let him open his eyes to see her.

Zhao Mo raised his eyebrows, Mo Zhichu knew that he had heard what she said.

Zhao Mo struggled to open his eyes, but when he opened them, his eyes were blurred.

Mo Zhichu eagerly leaned in front of him: "Yan Qing, you're awake, right?"

Zhao Mo hooked his mouth and nodded.

"You were hurt, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Mo just looked at her with a smile and didn't speak.

After a while, he raised his hand with great effort and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Chu'er, don't cry..."

"Okay, I won't cry. I'll go out and find some herbs for you. Can you wait for me? If you fall asleep when I come back, I'll leave you alone, understand?"

Zhao Mo felt that his throat was burning, but he still nodded: "Listen to Chu'er."

Mo Zhichu shook his hand: "If you keep your word, you must not sleep!"

"Well, I don't sleep, I won't lie to you."

Mo Zhichu glanced at Zhao Mo worriedly, and saw that his eyes were still clear, so he ran out in a hurry.

Fortunately, when she first arrived here, she found some herbs that could be used as wound medicine by the stream, and she hurriedly picked a handful and returned to the cave.

(End of this chapter)