Chapter 47 Repair

What I didn't expect is that this may be my underestimation, or maybe in the eyes of Jun Yu. Wu's utilization value is far more than that. When the two countries go to war, if the eldest brother goes on an expedition, I will be the best hostage.

I reached out and touched Jun Yu's hand in my ear, and he moved and suddenly raised his head to look at me. I smiled at him weakly and stabbed Xiaobai. This guy opened his eyes tiredly, threw himself on my face, and put his thin little paws around my neck.

I smiled gently, and my eyes were at a loss that I had never seen before. Although I was looking at the dust on the top of the bed, I didn't seem to be able to see its color or everything on it. It seems that the whole body is pricked with needles. Even if you smile, it is extremely painful and you want to die. Maybe when you commit suicide, you will feel this kind of unbearable pain in your body and mind, so you take the final step - death!

And my value in this world is not completely over, so I have to continue to bear the responsibility for the destruction of my love for him and the Fu family.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and I turned my head. Xiaobai relaxed and collapsed on the edge of the porcelain pillow and grasped my hair tightly with his small claws. I reached out to touch it as a comfort, but I couldn't lift it. A flash of what happened before the coma flashed in my mind: at that time, I was swinging, so high, and then I looked at the sky above the royal palace and looked crazy, so I sprinkled the rope in my hand and threw it out.

Just when I was in a coma, Jun Yu picked me up. I thought it was a dream, and I thought it was the unwillingness before death, but when I woke up, I saw Jun Yu sleeping on my pillow, so I clearly told me that it was not a dream...

But shouldn't Junyu marry Shen Weijun in the main room? Why did he appear in the peony garden? He still appeared in time when I was injured. I didn't have time to think too much about it. I knew that the faint heart I woke up had run in. Looking at their tired faces and their eyes red, I couldn't express my unspeakable pain in my heart. I wanted to open my mouth to comfort them, but I couldn't spit out half a word after opening my mouth for a long time.

It's not that I can't talk, but I don't know what to say! I blinked at them and continued to look at Chengchen. Because of the pain from my body, I knew that I couldn't move again, and I definitely fell down from the swing. It's good that you can't move or don't want to talk. It's just such a simple daze...

But Junyou didn't give me a chance. Soon he came back. This time, he brought a person, the person I don't want to see at this moment: Shen Weijun.

Shen Weijun is dressed in a peach-red gold-lined skirt, with exquisite posture, charming eyes/lips like flowers, slightly shy cheeks, and a decent smile on his mouth. It was like the look of a newly married little woman, and at this time, I was not in the mood to deal with her and Junyu, so I simply closed my eyes and said nothing.

Shen Weijun cried first: "Sister, what's wrong with you? Whoo..." seems to be so sad, just like the dead closest person. But I still don't move, and I don't want to move and have no strength. First, I'm not her relative, and second, I'm not dead yet.

Someone sat by the bed, and the familiar peach fragrance immediately surrounded him, which was the unique smell of Junyou. It's just that I can't figure out why he is sitting here. Why did he still hurt me with Shen Weijun? Is it that you can't tolerate me and want me to die?

Jun Yu put his hand into the quilt and pulled out my hand, wrapped it in his broad palm, which was warm and slightly itchy. Just Junyou, don't you know how much I was injured? With such a small action, I have sweated coldly, took a few deep breaths, and finally felt better.

His palm stroked my forehead and breathed softly on my face: "No..." Infinitely affectionate, as if I was the most important person in his heart, not the woman I had never met...

I smiled bitterly. Although I knew that he was acting, the other corner of my heart was still a little excited: It's good that I didn't completely lose my role in him, so I can continue to stay with him.

I think that one day my persistence and sincerity will impress him, at least the woman he is looking for will continue in the future. And I only begged that in this life, his eyes could stay on me, and the fateful roulette only turned here.

I moved my eyelashes and wanted to open my eyes to look at him, but when I thought of Shen Weijun standing beside him, I only symbolically picked up my eyelids. I don't want to see their talents and women, and I don't want to see them look like golden girls.

Shen Weijun's crying continued. Jun Yao sat quietly for a while and said to her, "Go back first."

Shen Weijun hesitated softly, "I'm here to take care of my sister." With that, he cried a few times, which was quite sad. Yes! How similar we are. The difference is that my love is giving, and her love is possession.

Jun Yu said lightly, "Go back to rest early. You have to go back to your house tomorrow." Shen Weijun really stopped talking and retreated with a gentle response.

"The medicine is ready..." He hesitated by the bed with the medicine bowl and looked at Jun Yu pitifully. I think she must want Jun Yu to break my chin and feed me the medicine as before, but vaguely, that was the time when all illusions were still blinding reality, and now it is no longer the past.

Jun Yao didn't take the medicine bowl, but he sat on something that made me lose everything again. He poured the medicine in the medicine bowl into his mouth, then pried open my lips with his lips and passed the bitter medicine to my mouth. It was as bitter as bile, but he didn't seem to feel it. The long kiss was like the two of us walking hand in hand in the peach forest, walking for life after life, and the road ahead was endless. What goes down is forever.

What is the most cruel thing in the world is - I think.

When I was still immersed in his slightly fragrant lip kiss, he left my lips with a smile. When he woke up, he looked at me with a smile and bent his mouth, "Is this the real you?"

I was stunned, and then shook my head and said honestly, "I have always lived clearly, but when I met you, I was not myself."

He nodded slightly and didn't know how much he believed it. He reached out and touched my forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry for hurting you like that."

I suddenly raised my head and stared at him in disbelief. I don't know what I want to see in his eyes. Maybe I'm exploring the authenticity of this sentence, or maybe I'm looking at the acting elements of this sentence... But I can't see any emotion at all, as calm as a lake. There are no ups and downs, and I... really have too few skills and too few people.

I turned my head and tried not to let my tears flow out, but the tears propped up my eyelids like countless small hands and gushed out little by little. A broad palm covered my face and gently wiped the tears for me. He said, "Weiwei, I just want to protect you."

He came slowly, saying that he was about to marry Shen Weijun and didn't want Shen Weijun to hurt me when he competed for the throne with all his strength. Because only Shen Weijun thought that he didn't care about me, so I was not so important, so that I could absolutely guarantee my safety. As soon as he came to power, Shen Weijun immediately became an abandoned son...

I stared at him and didn't understand what he meant? Do you care about me doing this? But why was that day so ruthless and had no feelings at all? It seemed that I was just the least valuable passer-by in his life, and even a little sign of existence seemed to be erased.

And why are his words so unconvinced at this time? It's like the most beautiful lie in the world, which looks so real, but I don't believe it at all. I don't know why I think his words are unbelievable, but there are countless voices shouting at the same time: Believe him, believe him...

The heart and brain are contradictory, just like my struggling eyes at this time. He bent down and rested half of his body by the bed. His long dark hair fell on my cheeks like the Milky Way hanging down from nine days, slightly itching, as if his hand brushed my face, with a light fragrance of peach blossoms.

He whispered, "You have been in a coma for two days..." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was very regretful. But so many things have happened, how can I make myself believe you, Junyou?

"I'm sorry to worry the prince." My voice is very calm, because at this time, my head comes with bursts of dizziness, which makes me not realize what I want to say. Perhaps, subconsciously, I want to say this, because when people are injured or deceived, they will stimulate an instinct, and then use instinct to protect and prevent.

He seemed to sigh, muttered, and said, "Go to bed early..." I couldn't hear what was said later. I only felt a faintness and then pulled away. When I woke up again, it was noon the next day.

In the afternoon, the warm airflow slowly shines into the room through the window lattice like life, pulling the long shadow of each furniture. There is a quiet and dark beauty. The dark place of the light and shadow flows with glazed colors, trivial mottled.

Jun Yu lay in front of the bed and slept deeply and peacefully, put down all his precautions, and was as pure as a baby. The slightly wrinkled eyebrows were also stretched, and the corners of the beautiful mouth were slightly raised. Presumably, I dreamed of something interesting. I have never seen him like this, and he seems to have known him before, but he feels strange in an instant.

He opened his eyes as if he had a feeling, looked at me inadvertently, and then turned his head to look at the sky: "The weather is fine today." He said this and turned around with a faint smile behind his back.

The smile was light, as if it had no feelings, as if it had returned to the first meeting a year ago and had never reached the bottom of its eyes. This is already his instinct. In front of people who don't trust him, his instinct will run out and defend himself.