The Talented Doctor

Not to mention, there is also the bed she is lying on now. The tent is woven with the finest Celestial Silk. The thin blanket on her body and the bedding under her body are obviously not engraved with the spirit gathering talisman array, but she sleeps on it, but It feels that the spiritual energy is continuously pouring into the body, and it is still gentle and pure, without any harm to the body.

Xi Yue slowly sat up from the bed, looked around again, and frowned slightly.

Sure enough, it was not her illusion. This room was clearly luxurious and elegant, and every detail was exquisite. The room was also slender and clean, but it gave her a cold, even lonely feeling.

She was about to stretch out her hand to pull the bed curtains, and sat up from the bed, when a low male voice suddenly heard in her ear, "Wake up?"

Xi Yue trembled suddenly, and she even forgot that the shocked sound suddenly sounded so close to her, she was not surprised, because the sound was so familiar.

I am familiar with that person's everything has long been integrated into her soul, deeply imprinted.

It only takes two simple syllables to make her blood boil.

Xi Yue stood up abruptly, rushing towards the direction of the sound almost at the speed of sprinting.

A pair of lotus jade-like crystals stepped barefoot on the cold blue brick floor, but she didn't notice it.

Layers of tents were opened, and a man's tall and straight back came into view not far away.

The man was wearing a moon-white robe, standing with his hands on his hands, the tents were raised one after another, and then they fell, pulling the man's back closer and closer.

Long Wei Li, the figure standing there like Qingshuang Aozhu, was so familiar to him, Xi Yue's eye sockets instantly turned red and moist.

She always felt that that person had disappeared for a long time.

Without his affectionate gaze, without his tolerant smile, without his low and gentle words, when she dreamed back at midnight, she was always so cold that her heart was tearing like a pain.

Xi Yue tremblingly opened the door curtain of crystal beads. He was dumb, with a voice of endless thoughts and pain overflowing his lips and teeth, "Nangong..."

The man in front of him had already turned around before he yelled out the last "Yu".

For the first time, Xi Yue didn't see the man's face, but met a pair of eyes that were as dark as ink.

Quiet, indifferent, and cold, as if the cold that could not be melted for thousands of years.

Xi Yue's call suddenly got stuck in his throat, and the scorching enthusiasm in his eyes that could burn people's hearts suddenly seemed to be extinguished by the ice water in his pocket.

Not him, not Nangong Yu, not the man she loves. When her Yu looked at her, she never looked like this.

After hope, it brings a deeper despair.

Endless pain, longing, and unwillingness flooded my heart, and tears could no longer help but flow into my eyes.

Xi Yue clutched her chest tightly, her body trembling slightly with the suffocating pain.

The crystal teardrops were like broken beads, sliding across her face little by little, dripping on the cold bluestone brick floor.

Ji Mingyu watched her change from ecstasy, anxiety, and expectation to sadness, disappointment, and pain. While wondering in her heart, she also felt the inexplicable pain with a twitch of her heart.

When I saw tears on that delicate and beautiful face, my hands and feet suddenly became stiff, the pain in my heart became more obvious, and there was a trace of panic at a loss.