Leftover Girl Crossing: King Leng's Stand-in Concubine

Chapter 89
The breeze blew past, Qingqing rubbed her temples and said, "I feel so tired, I want to go back, but my arm is hurt like this, why do I feel so tired." Gradually her consciousness fell into a blur again.

Murong Jin looked at her with distress, and she murmured in her heart, "You must get better!"

When the wind blows, osmanthus petals are scattered around them with a refreshing and rich aroma.

Murong Jin gently carried Qingqing back to the room, carefully placed her on the soft embroidered bed, and tucked the corners of the brocade quilt under her body vigorously.

After ten days, Qingqing could only wake up once every three or four days. Her face had been severely sunken, and her complexion had an unhealthy sallow color.

Seeing that February [-]th will be over in two days, Murong Jin looks at Qingqing very anxiously, Fang Shaoqi has not heard from Fang Shaoqi these days, I really don't know if he will come back with the antidote.

Murong Jin looked out through the gap of the slightly open carved window, the sky had already turned leaden gray and a heavy rain was coming soon.The fragrance of the acacia incense in the carved and hollowed-out enamel incense burner in the room becomes so gloomy under the dull air pressure.

After a while, there was the sound of rain outside the window, and the sky had already turned gray without any brilliance.

Qingqing's somewhat stubborn but clear eyes flashed before Murong Jin's eyes.

He was afraid of silence, afraid that this gloomy weather would bring ominous news.

It was once such a rainy and majestic weather, when he heard the news of Xuan'er's death.

The self who used to be young and indifferent has disappeared without notice, but this transformation is heart-wrenching.

No matter how big the waves are in the heart, the face will always be calm.

The rain outside the long carved window was getting heavier and mixed with the howling wind, and his heart was also full of entangled thoughts like a storm, which intensified, and his chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe like being hit by a heavy hammer.

(End of this chapter)