The glaring scarlet was like clusters of red plum blossoms blooming beside Song Wanchu's feet, looking extremely enchanting.
Daoist Qiu didn't bother to act like an immortal anymore. In a hurry, he pried open the window and flew in.
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the silver needles on the table, and inserted them into several key acupoints on Liang Yuzhou's body.
Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a small pill, and put it into Liang Yuzhou's mouth.
Song Wanchu stared blankly at Daoist Qiu skillfully giving first - aid to Liang Yuzhou.
He must have fallen seriously ill like this more than once. Otherwise, how could Daoist Qiu be so calm and methodical?
"Zhou Sheng, go and decoct the medicine I grabbed today. Hurry up!"
Suyue tiptoed over to Song Wanchu's side and gently tugged at her sleeve.
"Miss, he is really sick, and so seriously..."
She thought Liang Yuzhou was just faking illness to gain the miss's sympathy.
Song Wanchu stared blankly at the pool of blood at her feet. Her heart felt like it was being burned by a raging fire.
Her perception of Liang Yuzhou seemed to be completely overturned in an instant.
The once - robust young man who could shoot arrows accurately from a hundred paces away was lying there lifelessly. His face was as pale as if it were transparent, and his eyelids were closed heavily, looking like a wisp of green smoke that could drift away with the wind at any moment.
"How could he become like this?" When she opened her mouth, Song Wanchu realized that her voice was already choking.
Daoist Qiu rarely became serious. "He was already like this when he came to Songhe Temple a year ago. The scar on his chest split open several times. He traveled south against the cold wind of the severe winter. The cold air invaded his body, and coupled with the repeated infection of the wound, it damaged his internal organs and left him with a cough illness."
He had already come to Yunzhou a year ago...
She stabbed him with a sword. Although the wound was not fatal, it was enough to make him bleed continuously. He didn't even take a single day to recuperate. Instead, he traveled south with his injuries.
As smart as Liang Yuzhou, he had already guessed that the winter in Huzhou was not suitable for her body to recover. The next year, she would surely come to her aunt's house in Yunzhou to spend the winter.
He came to Yunzhou in advance and got a clear understanding of the intricate relationships among the prominent families and powerful nobles in Yunzhou.
That was why he could appear like a divine being when she was almost kidnapped by Yue Chenkong and tell her so much useful information.
Song Wanchu felt as if there was a great net of fate covering her and Liang Yuzhou.
"Is he going to be okay?" Song Wanchu's voice involuntarily took on a hint of panic.
She had hatred for him and had already given up on him, but her wish was that they could each live in peace and not disturb each other.
She couldn't just stand by coldly and watch Liang Yuzhou fade away day by day.
Daoist Qiu sighed slightly. "He has a good physical foundation and is young. With a year of good rest, he should have been fine. But as you can see, he can remain calm in front of anyone, but when it comes to things related to you, he will worry and get excited."
Song Wanchu's face paled little by little.
Daoist Qiu looked at her face and muttered softly, "Your business with your elder brother really stimulated him."
What he meant was that she shouldn't have deliberately shown affection in front of him, nor should she have deliberately written a note saying "I want to try to like my elder brother" for Liang Yuzhou to see, and definitely shouldn't have told Liang Yuzhou the news of her engagement to Shi Luohan.
"Now, he is completely living for you."
Daoist Qiu said earnestly, "Miss Song, you should look back at him. He is like a discarded puppy now. If you don't want him, he will be so pitiful."
Such a metaphor was really humble to the dust. Liang Yuzhou, the noble heir of the Duke's Mansion, the pillar of the country praised by the emperor, as bright as the moon in the clouds, was unreachable.
Song Wanchu stared fixedly at that extremely handsome face. Scenes from the past, the hurtful, the deceitful, the cold, the sarcastic, and the disrespectful, came flooding in like a flood.
Her heart felt dull pain. In her memory, he was so high - and - mighty, which was so different from his current appearance. It seemed like things that happened in two different worlds.
Suddenly, she laughed.
Daoist Qiu couldn't understand her smile, let alone figure out her emotions.
Women were so hard to understand. One moment they were crying, and the next moment they were laughing.
He scratched his head in confusion. After saying so much and depicting Liang Yuzhou as so humble and pitiful, did she really listen?
Song Wanchu's eyebrows and eyes gradually became cold and aloof again. "He brought this upon himself. Why should I be responsible for him?"
Daoist Qiu was stunned by her question.
The man on the bed still had his eyes closed, but his pale fingertips tightened on the quilt beneath him.
"He lives for me. That's his choice, not forced by me. If I could control his thoughts, I would want him to stay far away from me and stop disturbing my life! Why should I feel guilty, sad, and forgive him just because he lives for me?"
Daoist Qiu was rendered speechless by her retort. Suyue nodded vigorously beside her.
The miss was right. She should poke his heart and let him taste the grievances the miss had suffered in the past three years!
Suddenly, she tasted the bitter and salty taste. She touched her face and found her hand was wet.
Song Wanchu, why are you so useless? You promised not to shed tears for Liang Yuzhou anymore!
She turned around and rushed out quickly.
Suyue quickly followed.
Daoist Qiu still looked confused. Why did she start crying?
His perception was very sharp, and he noticed a change in the breathing of the person on the bed.
When he turned around, he saw that Liang Yuzhou had opened his eyes, but his pupils were dilated, looking blankly at the ceiling without focus.
His hands tightly grasped the quilt, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
"Did you hear all that?"
Daoist Qiu asked in a muffled voice.
That girl was really too merciless when she spoke.
She was so beautiful, but her mouth was as poisonous as if it had been poisoned.
"I heard."
"You don't get angry. She is still angry. You should coax a girl more when she is angry."
"I'm not angry."
Liang Yuzhou's voice was hoarse. He suppressed his emotions in a low voice. "Because I used to treat her the same way."
Daoist Qiu was stunned again.
Those hurtful words were harsh even for an old man in his seventies like him. He couldn't imagine that Liang Yuzhou, a big man, would say such things to a delicate girl...
"Oh, I see. You deserve it. Drink the medicine and reflect on yourself."
...
Song Wanchu stood outside the house for a while.
"Miss, the wind is strong on the mountain. Let's..."
Suyue couldn't finish her sentence.
She couldn't very well ask the miss to go back in, could she?
Just as she was worried, Zhou Yan walked over.
"Madam, my master asked me to take you back."
He looked listless, with his head down.
"Let's go." Song Wanchu immediately stepped forward.
On the way back, her heart felt heavy.
She tried very hard to forget Liang Yuzhou's haggard and pale appearance, but the more she tried to erase it, the more vivid his image became in her mind.
What does it matter to me what state he has reduced himself to?
Why do I have a sense of guilt?