The sound of gurgling water disturbed the sleeping woman. Yan Zhaozhao's mind was extremely turbid, as if there was a darkness covering her brain. No matter how she tried to get rid of it, it was in vain. Her eyelids struggled, and her fingertips moved slightly, as if she was also trying to regain control of this body. She woke up slowly, and
opened her eyelids with great effort. When she half-squinted her eyes, she saw darkness in front of her. Then she closed her eyes and slowly opened them, and then she could vaguely see the scene in front of her.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Half of Yan Zhaozhao's body was soaked in the stream. She took a breath of cold air with just a slight movement. She felt that her body hurt as if all the bones were broken. Even when she sat up, she felt that all the nerves in her body were torn apart.
Her mind gradually became clear. She only remembered that the last time she saw him before she fainted was Xie Ci Yan's panicked face.
Xie Ci Yan... Xie Ci Yan!
She no longer cared about the pain in her body, and she forced herself to stand up, and saw Xie Ci Yan lying beside her with his eyes closed. His body was covered with bloody scars, and some of the wounds were still bleeding, which was shocking. He must have been stabbed by sharp stones when he fell. She remembered very clearly that at the moment when she fell off the cliff, he held her tightly in his arms and turned around to let him land first.
She was still in so much pain even when being protected by Xie Ci Yan, so how serious should his injuries be...
The hands that were already covered with tiny scars trembled a little, and she touched his arm very lightly, and her voice couldn't help but soften, "Thank, Xie Ci Yan..." Seeing that he didn't move, Yan Zhaozhao felt even more panicked, and pushed him with more strength in her hands. "Xie Ci Yan, wake up..."
The name Xie Ci Yan had been deeply imprinted in her heart at some point. In the past, she called him the Regent, and she felt that he was unattainable. Later, he asked her to call him by his name, Xie Ci Yan, but she felt uncomfortable, and she would only call him when her love was at its strongest.
Until this moment, she suddenly remembered that his name had been entrenched in her heart for a long time, and she wanted to hear and remember his every move and every word. When the fierce tiger chased them and fell off the cliff, her mind was blank. The person she cared about most before her death was not Bi Luo, who was closest to her, nor her mother who raised her, but Xie Ci Yan.
"Zhao Zhao..." Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Zhaozhao suddenly came back to her senses. The man in front of her had hoarse lips and a hoarse voice. His eyes were not fully open to see, but the first words he said were still about her.
Yan Zhaozhao concealed the emotion in her heart and carefully helped him up. "You, you..." She had a lot of questions to ask, but she didn't know where to start. As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes were filled with moisture.
Xie Ciyan's jade crown was scattered, his black hair was messy, and his clothes were dirty. But he didn't seem to care how embarrassed he was. He slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her slightly wet hair. "Don't cry, I'm fine."
Fortunately, there was a stream under the cliff, which blocked a lot of the impact for them, otherwise they would probably fulfill the wish of the man behind the scenes and both went to the underworld. He didn't suffer serious injuries, most of which were external injuries when he fell. He only felt a little tearing pain in his upper right abdomen. He thought it was probably a broken rib.
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Zui Gu🔞 ( mtl)
Historical Fictionauthor (Wine and Evening Music) not mine I kinda like this story already 😃 With the enemy at the gates, the king of a country, sitting on the dragon chair, still turned a deaf ear to the outside world, holding the beauty in his arms and enjoying hi...