Li Qiyu also heard the commotion. She looked up in surprise, and the face she had been longing for day and night came into view.
It was Song Yi'an.
Unexpectedly, before she could grow wings, he had already flown back to her side.
Before Li Qiyu could react, Song Yi'an frowned.
"The ground is cold. Get up quickly."
Saying that, he reached out his hand to help her up.
God knows how hard it was for him, being injured all over and wearing a plaster cast, to appear in front of Li Qiyu. He simply couldn't manage the action of bending down to help someone. As soon as he bent slightly, the wound tugged and hurt.
Seeing this, Li Qiyu quickly got up from the ground and supported Song Yi'an, asking with concern, "How are you? Does it hurt again?" Seeing Song Yi'an's pained expression, she couldn't help but start nagging.
"Look at you. Your body isn't fully recovered yet, so why did you run out? See, it hurts now. Can't you just stay and recuperate for a few more days?"
Song Yi'an looked at Li Qiyu who was right in front of him. Although she now had Li Xiyu's face, he could clearly and accurately see Li Qiyu's shadow in her.
Suddenly, Song Yi'an said out of the blue, "I've finally found you. I finally know what you used to look like."
The first sentence was spoken in Zhou Donglin's tone, while the second was in Song Yi'an's.
Song Yi'an had once wondered what Li Qiyu was like before the time - travel.
Now he knew.
She looked very similar to Li Xichi, but was completely different. Li Xichi had wasted that face as she didn't have the heroism of Li Qiyu before the time - travel. That face was born to be a wild goose, not a caged canary.
Li Qiyu was only concerned about Song Yi'an's body at the moment. She supported Song Yi'an into the room and said, "I think you're out of your mind from the illness. Why do you need to look for me? I've always been here. I was going to visit you today, but I was followed by Song Yunsheng's men."
Actually, Li Qiyu wasn't usually a chatterbox. But now in front of Song Yi'an, she just kept talking. She had so much to say to Song Yi'an. She had been waiting for Song Yi'an to wake up so that she could pour out all the scares and grievances she had suffered these days.
Just like a child who had been bullied outside and would surely go home to complain to the closest person, because she knew that Song Yi'an would surely stand up for her.
Song Yi'an listened quietly. When Li Qiyu got tired of talking, he would even use his plaster - bound hand to pour tea for her. Only then did Li Qiyu realize that she had actually let a patient take care of her. Feeling guilty, she quickly got up to pour tea for herself. But as soon as she moved, she found that her hand couldn't move. Looking down, she saw that Song Yi'an's uninjured hand, with some unknown strength, was holding her palm firmly.
This was one of the few intimate contacts between them since they met. Li Qiyu's face blushed instantly. She tried to pull her hand out of Song Yi'an's, but Song Yi'an gave her no chance to back down. He said, "In this lifetime, no matter what happens, I will never let go of your hand again. Throughout this life, even if the mountains and seas level and the sky shatters, I will never part from you."
Hearing this, Li Qiyu was even more at a loss.
This Song Yi'an was really something now. He could combine ancient and modern expressions in his confession. She quickly said, "You... What's wrong with you... Don't talk as if it's a life - and - death separation."
Li Qiyu's words really hit Song Yi'an right in the heart.
It was more than just a life - and - death separation. It was a separation across generations.
He had searched for her, waited for her, for lifetimes. After the long and sunless reincarnation, he finally got a glimmer of hope.
They had experienced both separation in life and death.
God knows how much he wanted to hold her in his arms. But now the annoying plaster cast was in the way, and he didn't know how to take it off. He could only tightly hold Li Qiyu's hand with the only hand that could move freely, not daring to let go even a bit.
"Master Qiyu, promise me that you won't leave me in this life."
The words "Master Qiyu" made Li Qiyu freeze on the spot.
"You... What did you just call me?"
"Master."
"You... Who are you?"
"I'm Zhou Donglin, your Yunhe disciple."
Li Qiyu was completely stunned. The fact that she was Zhou Donglin's master wasn't written in the script, nor in the poetry collection. Even Song Jiashe didn't know about it.
However, even so, Li Qiyu didn't dare to admit that the person in front of her was Zhou Donglin.
This person had a face she once hated the most, but a heart she liked the most now.
Moreover, this wasn't the first time Song Yi'an had said such things. Li Qiyu knew his feelings, so she felt even more guilty.
"Song Yi'an, you don't have to do this." Of course, she missed Zhou Donglin very much, that silly little disciple who always followed her. She hoped more than anyone else that Zhou Donglin could still be alive in this world and that they could meet again. In the previous life, the fireworks that lit up Chang'an Street on the night of her birthday were Li Qiyu's last warm memory of this world.
However, the more she cherished, the harder it was to substitute.
This cherishing was not only for Zhou Donglin but also for Song Yi'an. Song Yi'an's gentleness and thoughtfulness were also unique in the world.
Li Qiyu comforted him, "Song Yi'an, you're also very good. Really, you don't have to do this. Just be yourself."
Seeing Li Qiyu's expression, Song Yi'an knew that he had scared her. Not to mention Li Qiyu, even he himself had been in a coma for two days and spent a long time in his dreams to accept this reality. When he appeared in front of her, he still couldn't help being at a loss.
Not to mention Li Qiyu.
Song Yi'an decided to guide her step by step.
He no longer said that he was Zhou Donglin and asked, "Xiaoyu, if it were me and Zhou Donglin, who would you choose?"
Who to choose? Li Qiyu didn't know how to answer. She lowered her head and looked at Song Yi'an's fingers tightly clasped with hers. She held his hand back. Actually, her action had already shown her thoughts.
Li Qiyu tightened her grip on Song Yi'an's hand and said,
"Since I was a child, I've known that it's impossible for me and Zhou Donglin."
Hearing this, Song Yi'an got anxious.
"Why? Why not?"
Seeing Song Yi'an so anxious, he really seemed like Zhou Donglin. It seemed that Song Yi'an had stayed in the hospital for too long and had become a bit silly from lying in bed. In just a few days, he really resembled that silly Zhou Donglin.
Li Qiyu of course knew that as a modern person, Song Yi'an wouldn't understand the difficulties in ancient times. He needed her explanation.