"It's all my fault..." Qi Wu hugged her tightly and muttered to herself, "It's me that made you get involved in such a dangerous vortex."

He thought that if he hadn't taken that step last night and stayed in Qionghualou to accompany her instead of fighting with Yeyuan, she wouldn't have run out and been injured. This incident made him deeply blame himself.

"I hate so much, why should I take risks with you!" He gritted his teeth and endured the heartache. When he thought of the scene when she was seriously injured and vomited blood last night, his heart was about to break. "If something happened to you, I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life."

Qi Miao looked outside the door and listened silently, feeling her throat seemed to be swollen and blocked. He thought, maybe it was just because he didn't sleep all night?

"Youmeng, can you wake up? You have been sleeping for a long time. Come and see me and talk with me, otherwise do you want to suffocate me as a chatterbox?" He teased her with a joke as before, but the corners of his mouth seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. After a while, he couldn't hold on. There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of him, which became more and more blurred. "Youmeng, be good, don't be willful, wake up..."

Youmeng leaned against his chest, her head tilted, and her ears listened to his heartbeat, but she still showed no sign of recovery by letting this man coaxing and begging her.

Qi Wu didn't believe that she wouldn't wake up, so she straightened her face, held her arms with both hands, leaned closer to her drooping face, and observed her in detail.

"Do you even want your life to save him?" He was so heartbroken that he wanted to kill the man, "He deserves you to treat him like this?"

He naturally knew that Youmeng was blocking Ye Yuan, but Qi Miao outside the door didn't hear it. He thought that the "he" in Qi Wu's words meant him.

"Silly girl, when I was injured, you blame me for making you worried. Now I am willing to let me worry about you?" Qi Wu resented her, and tears couldn't stop falling from her eyes.

He hasn't been so moved for a long time. I haven't seen any storms in recent years? How many times have he wandered on the edge of life and death? His heart is already stoic enough. He thought he would spend his life laughing, but in front of this unconscious woman, he put down all his dignity and cried, as if he had returned to a child who was ignorant of the world.

He reluctantly put Youmeng back on the pillow and lay down, leaned over and leaned his side to her forehead, holding her face with his palms attached to her face, as if he was hugging her tightly, for fear that she would be taken away.

Because he knew that she did not belong to him, it would be difficult for him to have such a chance to get close to her but not be pushed away by her, so he cherished it very much.

"Okay, I won't scold you, so don't pretend to be asleep." Tears surged out of my eyes, slid down the corners of my eyes, dripping between her hair, "As long as you wake up, I promise you everything, and I'm willing to make you everything...youmeng..."

General Qi Miao closed the door, walked solemnly, and left silently.

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Youmeng couldn't wake up because her mind was deeply trapped in a dream.

In her dream, she saw herself wearing the clothes of the goddess of Wushan. A man with silver hair as a waterfall and a black robe pulled her away. They seemed to be running away and ran to the top of the vast snow-capped mountain. They stood up and faced the cliff, and seemed to have no way to go.

"If you insist on following me, you will be doomed." He held her hand, turned around and asked her gently, "Yaoer, are you afraid?"

The man's face was blurred, but she said firmly: "Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of him, I'm not afraid of it."
Chapter completed!