Even if she hates him with all her heart, even if she kills him, even if she has been ruthless to him for a long time, no matter how many times.

But still, I can't bear to let her disappear from this world.

"Master Mu, I am just an ordinary doctor. If Mrs. Yi has no desire to live, even if the miracle doctor is alive, she will not be able to save her."

Nangong Yi held the tea cup with only one hand, looking as cold as an outsider.

"she……"

After all, Mu Qingye couldn't utter a single word, and smiled bitterly in her heart. She was so eager to leave. This was not the first time that she had left her at the risk of death.

His fingers gradually tightened into fists, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned back to the back room.

"Yi Luochen," Mu Qingye's voice trembled as she sat on the bedside: "As long as you wake up, this time, I will definitely let you go and let you be free!"

Heartbroken, he slowly stroked her cheek with his fingertips. It turned out that she was already so emaciated, as if she was a bubble that could burst with a single blow.

"We resented each other and hurt each other. After all, I was confused. Unfortunately, when I understood the meaning of 'We want to have the same person, we will never be apart', you are no longer for me."

"I hate you for betrayal, I hate you for being ruthless, I hate you for being vicious, but~ But I hate you for leaving even more, so as long as you wake up, I will let you leave, let you~"

Biting her thin lips, a trace of bright red blood oozed out: "Let you and Feng Junrui live together, as if we have never known each other!"

On that quiet face, as if it were a dead face, tears slowly flowed from the eyes and fell quietly into the neck along the hair.

"Master, Mu Rao has cooked some porridge. Come out and drink some."

Ling Mulao was wearing an ivory white gauze robe, looking plain and elegant. Her hair was slightly pulled up, and she exuded the gentleness of a married woman.

Nangong Yi's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and he glanced over without trace, sighing in his heart, this girl is born with a charm that people can't look away from, but she is afraid that her beauty will turn out to be a disaster in the end.

"Thanks!"

Mu Qingye opened the curtain, looked lightly, and just said thank you politely.

"Master, please drink some while it's hot. You are weak and have to take good care of yourself."

The maid in charge hurriedly took the food box from Ling Mulao's hand, diligently opened the lid, took out a red plum ceramic bowl, and gave Mu Qingye a bowl.

"Yes, owner, please eat more. Madam made this specially for you."

The maid who had been serving Ling Mulao agreed with a smile.

Mu Qingye then raised his head and glanced at Ling Mulao, then raised his hand: "Wuliu, bring it here."

The maid in charge immediately smiled politely, hurriedly tested the temperature and served it, saying: "The owner of the village is injured, let Wuliu feed you."

"No need, I can do it myself."

Mu Qingye waved his hand, took the hot porridge, and took a few sips slowly.

It's just that his back was injured, and the muscles were stretched when his arms moved, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Master, let Wuliu come."

Wuliu frowned and stepped forward with a worried look on his face.

"Your name is Wuliu, right?" Seeing this, Ling Mulao suddenly smiled narrowly, grabbed the porcelain bowl first, and said with a smile: "The owner of the village is injured. Since my wife is by my side, naturally I can't let you do it for me."
Chapter completed!