The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Jing Hao seemed to be in more and more pain. Thin sweat oozes from his forehead, and he utters ravings. He faintly sees that the blood vessels on his body are extremely red, and the blood is flowing extremely fast.

"Jing Hao, wake up, open your eyes!" Qiong Ying helped him up and ordered in his ear.

Jing Hao bit his lip, and suddenly woke up in pain. The image in front of him became more and more clear, making him forget the pain for a while.

"How do you feel? Does it hurt?" Seeing him wake up, Qiongying asked softly, her frown gradually relaxed.

"..." Jing Hao opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. Countless sharp thorns pierced through the blood vessels and reached the heart veins, like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"Don't fall down, just shout out the pain." Qiongying's hand tightened a bit, letting him lean on her shoulder, and gently patted his back.

Jing Hao's eyes widened suddenly, his body was straight and stiff, and he didn't dare to move forward.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Qiongying couldn't hear his reply, and still asked repeatedly.

"...It doesn't hurt." Jing Hao shook slightly, his voice trembling, his lips had been bitten in several places, in order to prevent the blood from dripping, his lips were tightly palpable, and his mouth was full of fishy sweetness.

"Don't hold back, shout out the pain, don't bite your tongue." Qiongying felt his trembling, the leaflet had been scratched, how could it not hurt.

"It doesn't hurt..." Jing Hao's voice became weaker and weaker, his body gradually slipped weakly, showing signs of coma.

"Lie down when you're tired, don't sleep, you can only sleep when you get through it, be obedient." Qiongying helped him, letting him lean on her shoulder.

Jing Hao opened his eyes, and suddenly became a little awake. He was not sleepy, but the pain made him almost lose consciousness.

"Speak, what do you want to say?" Qiong Ying brushed his somewhat messy hair and straightened it out.

"...Where did you go in those six years?" Jing Hao had struggle and pain in his eyes, but he actually wanted to ask her why she lied to him.

"I went to a place far away and practiced in closed doors." Qiongying thought for a while, then said lightly.

Hearing this, Jing Hao felt a little relieved, maybe she didn't forget, but she just didn't know the time.

"Did you hate me when you were young?" Jing Hao asked after struggling for a while, like an awkward child.

"You were very good when you were a child, how could I hate you." Qiongying said with some amusement.

Jing Hao felt relieved again, but: "Then why are you ignoring me?"

"For some reason, I really didn't like seeing you at that time, I'm sorry."

In the past and present life, she said sorry for the first time, and even in the future, he will be the only one who gets her apology.

"No, no, I'm wrong..." Jing Hao trembled, he was too persistent, he was wrong...

"You were stupid when you were young, but you are so cute, I like it very much." Qiong Ying added frankly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jing Hao's eyes, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time gradually spread in his heart.

"What's wrong? Don't fall asleep, what else do you want to say?" Qiong Ying patted his back lightly.

"Why did you hide it from me when you were young?" Jing Hao thought of this, with a bit of complaint and grievance in his eyes.

"Don't tell you what?" Qiongying asked.

"Your identity." If he had known earlier, maybe he could have changed something.

"You never asked me, even if you asked me, I'm just Hanyueqiongying." Qiongying said bluntly, she has always been Hanyueqiongying, if she still has memory, that is.

Time flows quietly, and the sunlight gradually moves on the window sill.

The only sound left in the room was the two of them talking softly.