Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Lie Jiuqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingertips crossed slightly, and she rubbed her injured wrist. Her words came to an abrupt end.

"Some people can't be forgotten forever, but they can't be together."

Grandma laughed in a low voice, "Now after such a long time, we still can't let go, but that's all we can do."

Lie Jiuqing's heart ached, and he took several deep breaths before he could relax, "It's difficult to reach this point."

If Lie Jiuqing could see it, he would be able to detect the bitterness in Grandma's eyes.

Grandma took a sip of tea and concealed the uncontrollable emotion, "I thought that just falling in love was enough, but in this world things always backfire. Sometimes, I want the other person to live well."

The overwhelming suffocation hit him instantly.

Lie Jiuqing's mind went blank.

Grandma’s anxious shouts came and went, and finally disappeared completely.

Lie Jiuqing felt like he had fallen into deep water without reaching the bottom. Every time he took a breath, his body felt like he was dying.

The more she struggled, the more hopeless she became.

"Lie Jiuqing..."

"Miss Seven..."

"Qingqing..."

"lady……"

"...Live well."

Lie Jiuqing suddenly woke up, his ears full of tinnitus.

Those murmurs made her soul tremble.

Lie Jiuqing held her head helplessly.

"Wen Rong...what are you...what are you..."

"Qing'er!" Grandma raised her voice and grabbed her hand, "Stop torturing yourself."

Lie Jiuqing choked with pain and let her grandma re-bandage her wrist, "Grandma, can I forget this once?"

Grandma paused and said, "Even if I do it ten times or a hundred times, you will never forget this name."

No one can erase the marks on the bones.

"Qing'er, when you figure it out, let's go see your grandpa. If you want to know about Wen Rong..."

"I don't want to!" Lie Jiuqing resisted loudly, "I don't want to! I don't want to!"

Grandma sighed, "That's all, you rest first."

She carefully put down Lie Jiuqing's wrist and said, "Qing'er, be kind to yourself."

Lie Jiuqing's fingertips dug into the flesh trembled slightly, and after a moment's pause, he applied more cruel force.

She didn't know what she was obsessed with, she just knew that she was going crazy...

At night, I don’t know where the sound of the piano comes from, intermittent, pleasant and soothing.

For several days, Lie Jiuqing was surprisingly peaceful.

She sat on the bed, leaning to the side, looking into the distance, and stretched out her hands to feel the warmth of the falling sun.

The scar on my wrist is healing, and the burning sensation is uncomfortable.

Lie Jiuqing endured it and almost tried to get it open again.

Her memory seems to be both good and bad. Only in this way can she remember... Wen Rong.

In the small courtyard, you could see the sky when you looked up, but with her current body, she couldn't even get out of here.

The rain in Jiangnan is particularly gentle.

Broken hair floated and brushed against the ends of Lie Jiuqing's eyes.

She wiped off the water droplets and listened to the sound of the piano carried by the wind.

Today's piano sound is a bit sad.

Lie Jiuqing listened for a moment and couldn't drink the tea in his hand.

Grandma Xu also heard it and changed her cup, "Today's music is not as good as yesterday's."

"This person is unhappy."

Grandma laughed and said, "There is an old man living across the street. He is quite old. He can figure out whether he is happy or not."

The corners of Lie Jiuqing's mouth raised slightly, "My grandpa doesn't understand some things, so he has to rely on my uncles."

Grandma asked at this time: "Miss them?"

"I thought about it." How could Lie Jiuqing deny it? "I just didn't think about whether I wanted to see him or not." (End of Chapter)