The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 263

It's just that he didn't expect that it took a year and a half for her body to fully heal.Several times she was extremely weak, and the doctor he invited shook her head repeatedly, but she still held on.

Every night when he sleeps, it seems as if he closes his eyes, he can see her lying on the gravel pile in the stream a year ago, the blood washes down, when he carried her back in the thick of the night, the back of her head His blood had already dyed his chest red.

That night, he didn't dare to rest for a while. Her condition was extremely dangerous, and the bleeding was finally stopped, but the doctor was at a loss and helpless.

The doctor said that the flesh injuries on her body were secondary, the key was the serious injury to the waist and the back of the head.It doesn't matter if it hurts the bones, I'm afraid it hurts the brain.This brain is like the most vulnerable part of a person, if something goes wrong, no panacea can save it.

He also didn't have too much hope, just like after he had experienced life and death once, he had already become indifferent to the cruelty that God insisted on taking away.

The doctor asked if she could be treated and recuperated immediately, maybe her life could be saved.However, if the wound on the back of the head is repaired, there is a great risk.

He was silent for a short time, then nodded.

He has to give it a try, otherwise, he will regret it for the rest of his life.

He was also surprised that a woman who had been lying unconscious for three months like a sleeping patient finally woke up. He still finds it strange that there is something even more hidden in such a seemingly petite and weak body. Much greater energy.

There were more times when she fell asleep than when she was awake, and he stayed by her side many nights, afraid that she would die if she fell asleep.

But what was unexpected was that sometimes her breath became weak and breathless, but she never stopped breathing. The doctor said that it should be because she didn't want to die and wanted to live on, so she persisted so strongly.

At the tenth month, he finally heard her speak, but her original fresh voice became hoarse because she hadn't spoken for too long, and she tried her best to lock his figure and asked , her own name.

He didn't say anything, since she even forgot herself, he didn't need to make her remember everything. After that, he watched her wake up longer and longer, but his evasion seemed to make her feel that they were not very close She is familiar with her, so she no longer asks any ignorant doubts.

He treats her very well, and anything that takes thought and energy is done by others.

Her body became thinner, she looked even thinner, like an immature girl, and she looked at anyone and everything with strange and evasive eyes, unlike the calm, eloquent woman in the past, The gap is not small.

It seems that they are twin flowers with the same face and completely opposite temperaments.

He stubbornly believed that it would not be beneficial for her to think about the past, and that she could not recall too complicated and painful memories, which would be harmful to her body.

The simple thing is, she is very quiet, very sensible, doesn't ask questions, doesn't pester others, although the loneliness is on her body, it can be clearly seen in her eyes, but she still often sits quietly watching the scenery.

He doesn't think so, there's nothing wrong with it.

At least, he felt that she had been liberated. Only when she was neither sad nor happy could she go through her life smoothly, would she not suffer more catastrophes, and could practice for a lifetime.

The woman slowly turned her eyes away from the thoughtful man. She fiddled with the peach blossom petals in her hands, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He said he was leaving, she felt a little bit lost, but she didn't intend to keep him.

She seemed to think that she shouldn't block his decision, and it was unreasonable to block it, it would be a better result for him.

These seemed to be secretly reminded her.

I was unusually calm, and told her, so, they are not a husband and wife relationship, everything is just a pretense to avoid suspicion.

This result was exactly the same as she had expected, so there was no surprise on her calm face.

She counted the petals in her hand without raising her head, one, two, three...

"when are we leaving."

The man took a sip of tea and looked around. He had been in this simple and warm house for hundreds of days.If she didn't make it through that night and died in the middle of the night, he would take her back to Los Angeles to fulfill her last wish in life.

It is precisely because she has been struggling and does not want to bow to fate that he persuaded himself to stay until today, but seeing that her situation is getting better day by day, now she can not only get out of bed, but even walk in the courtyard.

He also has no reason not to leave, after all, he promised another woman, and it was delayed for a year and a half, so he couldn't continue to push back. "Tomorrow."

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and the movements in her hands paused for a moment, but she continued to count, eleven, twelve...

The man thought for a long time, and explained in detail all the details that she would face alone next: "I leave this room to you, and there is still a month's worth of rice in the kitchen, and I have given Aunt Zhu's monthly money for a year. It's all right, so if you have any work, you can ask her to help you. I put the money in the cabinet, enough for you for three years..."

"I want to go too." His decision seemed to be made suddenly overnight, but he took care of her meticulously, thoughtfully and decently, and she felt a little contradictory.

Glancing at the room, although she remembered clearly what was placed in every corner, where was the bookshelf for her boredom, where was the vase for her enjoyment, and where was the stove for her to keep warm, but there was no place for her. The details of her heart's nostalgia seem to be just a temporary residence, but not a home.

The man glanced at her suddenly, and a secretive emotion flashed in his eyes.

"what?"

She was talking to herself, stuffing the counted peach blossom petals into the embroidered bag on the table, her expression unchanged. "I always feel that this place is strange. If you leave, it's meaningless for me to stay here alone."

He became silent, maybe he was not thoughtful enough, too selfish, he never thought that she would not be content with the status quo, even if her mind was blank, she had no nostalgia for this place, just like him.

She seemed to read his embarrassment. Although he always pretended to have a strange relationship with her, she thought that it would be difficult for a stranger who had never met to stay at home and take care of her for a year and a half.Unless, they already know each other.

But he seemed to have something to hide, and she didn't want to embarrass him, so she never asked about the real relationship between them.She paused, her expression softened, and she asked in an unhurried manner, "May I ask, do I have any relatives in this world?"

The man hesitated slightly, then slowly shook his head.

The last hope in her eyes was instantly extinguished. Her loss was obvious, and before she could cover it up, it all fell into his eyes.

If there is no family, what is home?Do you only have your own home?

Her brows were slightly frowned. This answer is really chilling.Before, I only felt a little lonely, but now, I really tasted the bitter taste of loneliness.

He felt worried and didn't want to see her lonely appearance, so he finally changed his decision.He pulled the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was a little far-fetched: "If you want to go, I will take you to a place along the way."

Her clear eyes looked straight into her eyes, and then, she heard what he said seriously. "There is your former home there."

Her heart was a little apprehensive, a little uneasy, and a little looking forward.

It's just that she couldn't imagine what was waiting for her and welcoming her after going to that place.

The man pondered for a long time, his brows slowly relaxed, and he asked in a low voice. "However, it's a little bit reluctant to send you home. I made an agreement with that woman. Tomorrow is the last period. I should only take you to the city gate. You can go alone, is that okay?"

"What's so difficult about it, maybe when I get to the door, I will remember everything."

She smiled knowingly, and brought the light blue embroidered bag to the tip of her nose. The word home quickly repelled the restlessness and depression in her heart, making her seem to smell the fresh fragrance of peach blossoms.

Her smile was very gentle, with a hint of expectation, which brightened his eyes.

He hopes to see her live happily, even if she has no memories, and hopes that she will never be hurt by anyone for the rest of her life.

He no longer has nostalgia for anyone, except for this expectation.

"I asked Aunt Zhu to prepare dinner."

Seeing that it was getting late outside the window, he stood up and said something.

"it is good."

She didn't refuse, and although she had a strange impression of him, she was not without feelings after spending a year and a half together.In this world, even if there are some people who are related by blood, they will not show such patience to a person who does not know how to live or die.

"It's the last dinner we'll have together."

She smiled at him, although that smile was very faint, but it was like the first warm light in winter.

He smiled without saying a word, walked out, and said nothing more.

early morning.

She woke up, but saw that he was still sitting where he was, wiping the leaves of the pot of orchids with concentration on his face.

Had he not slept all night?

She frowned at him and asked softly. "Do you like orchids?"

"It's a certain woman who likes me and says I look like an orchid." His movements remained the same, he was with her all year round, and he was worried that she would stay alone. His only pastime was to guard this orchid.

She is used to staying quietly, sometimes looking at him inadvertently, watching him just wipe the leaves of the orchid, waiting for the moment when the orchid blooms.

He always gives people a gentle feeling, not surprised by honor or disgrace, watching him take the orchid as his guardian, his expression at this time is softer than at any moment, she always feels that there is another story behind it.

(End of this chapter)