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Chapter 1939 [Shangxie] Isolated Island

The air was quiet for a while, but Xia Fuyi still couldn't help it, and said,

"Who is that? Did he come to see you?"

When I asked this question, I felt some strange and strange emotions in my heart.

It was like biting into an unripe fruit, the slightly sour and bitter taste made her feel very uncomfortable, so she lowered her voice in an attempt to appear normal.

But Chang Sun Chi seemed to be really asleep, and didn't answer her question.

Xia Fuyi waited silently for a while, then hung his head and hugged the pillar in cowardice and despair.

So she didn't see it. In the short time after she looked away, the man who seemed to be asleep put down his hand covering his eyes, and looked at her quietly for a long time in the night.

Those clear eyes without any impurities were full of night and gloom, and when staring at her, there were always some contradictory and complicated emotions surging quietly in them.

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Midnight is past.

Xia Fuyi, who had fallen asleep leaning against the pillar, was awakened by a ferocious but suppressed cough.

The moment she heard the voice, she opened her eyes, and the sword in her hand was drawn half an inch. However, when her eyes were clear, she put away the sword, jumped off the beam and ran to the bed with a nervous expression. The man on the bed didn't know what to do. When he sat up, the sound of coughing came out one after another from between his slender fingers. It was a cough that could not be suppressed even if he tried his best, as if he wanted to cough up all the internal organs.

The man's back bent into a painful arc in the thick darkness, Xia Fuyi stood beside the bed, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

This cough lasted for a long time, and when Xia Fuyi finally couldn't help but pat him on the back lightly, Chang Sun Chi no longer restrained himself.

He let go, and pressed his chest instead, pressing his fingers on the bright red robe with such force that his knuckles turned white, making one wonder if he would just pierce a hole in his chest.

But even such a painful and clear cough failed to cause any fluctuations in the palace people in the quiet night.

The entire Zichen Palace was still silent, as if there was only this empty palace left in the world.

Until Chang Sun Chi stopped coughing, those palace people who were supposed to be responsible for keeping watch for the emperor remained silent.

Xia Fuyi squatted down beside the bed, looked at the man's pale face with his eyes slightly closed, finally couldn't help stretching out his hand, tentatively pressed his hand on the edge of the bed, and asked in a low voice,
"You seem to have not taken medicine for a long time, is it because Lian Tang is not here?"

She continued,
"If you remember the prescription, I can find a way to find the medicinal ingredients for you, and bring them to you after cooking."

Chang Sun Chi pulled one lip, and smiled coldly. He turned his head to look at Xia Fuyi, with a casual voice,
"Aren't you unable to get out? Why are you so confident now?"

Xia Fuyi didn't feel the embarrassment of being punctured.

She squatted on the ground, slightly raised her head to look at Chang Sun Chi, with a dim starlight shining in her eyes, and said seriously,
"Before I couldn't go out because I didn't want to go out, but now I can go out because I want to find medicine for you."

After a pause, she said again,
"I don't like hearing you cough, and I don't like seeing you sick."

Miss Xia still likes to play straight balls so much when speaking, she can't learn to be tactful at all.

So although it was clumsy, this sentence still reflected a certain kind of pure and passionate emotion—although she herself did not have the slightest self-awareness.

It was Chang Sun Chi who dissipated the cold sarcasm and watched her fall into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)