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The carriage continued to bump and jolt, making Zi Jin increasingly uneasy. Si Kou Xunxiang frowned and said in a deep voice, "Slow down."

"Yes," Jin Yu replied immediately.

The carriage gradually came to a stop. Zi Jin turned slightly to the side, hugged the hand that was tightly gripping her to her chest, and her lips moved slightly as if she were saying something.

Zi Jin's hands were burning hot, so hot that Si Kou Huan Xiang felt a surge of pain and turmoil in his heart. Si Kou Huan Xiang slowly extended his other hand, stopping beside Zi Jin's face. His fingers trembled, bending and straightening repeatedly, but he still dared not touch Zi Jin's face.

Zi Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly. Si Kou Xunxiang quickly withdrew his hand, which had been hanging in mid-air. His gentle eyes were filled with unease and fear, but he kept a close eye on Zi Jin's every move, not daring to relax for a moment.

“Water…water…” Zi Jin’s brows were furrowed, her lips moved, and the voice she made was unusually low and hoarse.

Si Kou Huanxiang snapped back to reality, reaching for the kettle beside him and placing it on the small tea table. He hurriedly retrieved a water cup from a hidden compartment. Just as he filled it, the carriage lurched slightly. He quickly put down the kettle and picked up the cup. In his haste, the kettle tilted to the side, and just as the water was about to spill onto Zi Jin's quilt, Si Kou Huanxiang quickly shifted his position, using his body to shield himself from the spill.

Looking at Zi Jin's peaceful sleeping face, Si Kou Xunxiang let out a soft sigh. One of his arms was tightly held by Zi Jin, so he could only use the other hand to hold the water glass and slowly bring it closer to Zi Jin's lips. As soon as the glass was near Zi Jin's lips, she opened her mouth and sipped the water little by little until the glass was completely empty before letting go.

Si Kou Xunxiang's eyes were full of smiles. He put down his cup and gently wiped Zi Jin's lips with his hand. His heart softened, and he forgot that Zi Jin was still asleep. He asked softly, "Would you like some more?"

Zi Jin, her eyes half-closed, gazed dazedly at the person before her, murmuring in disbelief, "...Xiao Bai..."

Instantly, Si Kou Huanxiang froze on the spot, his eyes filled with shock, a complex mix of emotions that was chilling. Almost reflexively, he tried to pull away Zi Jin's arm that was holding him, but Zi Jin, sensing his intention, gripped it tightly. Si Kou Huanxiang slowly lowered his eyes, his long, fan-like eyelashes concealing all his emotions.

"Xiao Bai, you... came to see me? I missed you so much... I missed you so much." Zi Jin closed her eyes, rested her face on Si Kou Xun Xiang's cool hand, and sighed comfortably.

Instantly, Si Kou Xunxiang's face turned deathly pale. He struggled to pull his hand back, but dared not use too much force.

“Xiaobai…Xiaobai…I was wrong…I won’t bully you anymore…I won’t lose my temper anymore…Don’t go…Don’t go looking for Yuluo…Don’t go looking for Yuluo…” Zi Jin’s brows furrowed tightly as she hugged that hand tighter and tighter.

Upon hearing this, Si Kou Xunxiang's heart clenched, a wave of sorrow choking his chest and making it difficult to breathe. His hand gradually loosened, and he stared blankly at Zi Jin, his eyes filled with desolation.

"Xiaobai... I'm hot... but also a little cold... my stomach hurts... rub it..."

Si Kou Xunxiang's overwhelming sorrow and resentment were instantly shattered by that sweet, innocent voice. He gently reached out and let Zi Jin sit against him, tucking her in. He then slipped his other hand under the covers and gently massaged her with his inner strength.

Zi Jin sighed comfortably, half-closing her eyes as she looked up at Si Kou Huanxiang's face: "Really, Xiao Bai..."

Si Kou Xunxiang's movements suddenly froze. He slowly lowered his eyes, his pink lips pressed tightly together, but his hands became even gentler: "Does it... still hurt?"

Zi Jin's eyes were misty with tears, her body jolted, and she turned around to hug Si Kou Xunxiang's waist. "Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai... my Xiao Bai..." she called out again and again, tears streaming down her face. "I miss you... I miss you... I miss you so much... He... is so cruel... He's so cruel... How could he be so cruel? How could he be so cruel... I said so much to him... I said so much to him... but you wouldn't come out to see me... If you were here then... you would never have abandoned me... If you were here then... you would have protected me... Xiao Bai, I miss you... I miss you so much... Do you miss me too?... Do you miss me too?"

Si Kou Xunxiang held Zi Jin tightly in his arms, the bitterness in his heart growing stronger. His eyes were filled with pain and confusion, mixed with a hint of loneliness and vulnerability: "In the end, the one in your heart... is him..."

Zi Jin hugged Si Kou Xunxiang tightly around the waist, sobbing softly, her frail body trembling with each cry.

Those sobs, like a net, tightly enveloped Sikou Xunxiang's heart, tightening again and again, pounding against it. The heartache was indescribable. He whispered in Zi Jin's ear, "Jin'er... my Jin'er..."

Zi Jin, who was in his arms, suddenly stiffened. She slowly loosened her grip on his waist and slowly raised her head. Her eyes, washed with tears, were strangely dark and clear. But when she saw the person in front of her, her wet eyes instantly turned cold: "It's you."

Si Kou Xunxiang slowly loosened his grip, lowered his head slightly, his eyes still holding unresolved emotions, and a hint of panic flashed across his face: "...It's me."

Zi Jin endured the waves of dizziness and discomfort, slowly sat up, looked around, her unusually flushed face full of mockery, picked up the cloak beside her, suddenly stood up, gripped the carriage floor tightly, and it took her a long time to regain her balance before walking out of the carriage.

Si Kou Xunxiang, who had been keeping his eyes down and silent, didn't have time to think and grabbed Zi Jin, who was about to leave: "You..."

Zi Jin turned her head to look at the hand that Si Kou Xunxiang was holding, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

Si Kou Xunxiang was deeply stung by the undisguised disgust in that person's eyes. He slowly loosened his grip and lowered his eyes again: "It's windy outside...you stay...I'll go out." He dared not utter the words of concern, afraid that the person would say something else unpleasant.

Zi Jin struggled to suppress the waves of dizziness, and disdainfully looked Si Kou Xunxiang up and down, her gaze settling on his silver hair: "You?... The children of Shanzhong Town are all timid and can't stand monsters."

Si Kou Xunxiang flinched, and slowly, very slowly, raised his eyes to look directly at Zi Jin: "You just... can't tolerate me like this?"

Zi Jin suppressed the unbearable pain, the tears welling up in her eyes, and held her heavy breathing as she turned and walked out of the car.

When Zi Jin came out, everyone stopped.

Jun Lin looked at Zi Jin, whose face was unusually flushed, with concern and scolded, "Go back quickly! We've already gone down the mountain, and it's cold outside."

Zi Jin seemed unperturbed, slowly putting on her cloak, and glanced at Jun Lin casually: "Where's my horse?"

"Nonsense!" Prince Anle scolded lightly, "Hurry up and get back into the carriage."

Zi Jinxia's face was flushed, and her dark eyes were unusually cold as she glanced at Prince Anle indifferently: "Even if I die, I will not ride in this carriage."

Upon hearing this, the person inside the carriage shuddered violently. The robe behind him, soaked with water, now felt strangely cold, piercing straight into his heart. He slowly clenched his fists, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a tear slid from the corner of his eye, shattering on his snow-white robe.

King Anle suddenly fell silent, staring straight at the carriage curtain, at a loss for words, his mouth filled with bitterness.

Dugu Xihui slowly turned her head back, forcing herself to ignore Zi Jin, who was breathing heavily and walking unsteadily: She's just sick... As long as she doesn't die, that's enough... isn't it?

Jun Lin shook his head helplessly, spurred his horse over, and extended his hand to Zi Jin: "Ride with me."

Without hesitation, Zi Jin reached out and mounted the horse. Zi Jin's body was burning hot, like a furnace. Jun Lin frowned and let Zi Jin's face rest against his chest, wrapping her tightly in his cloak: "Why are you still so willful? Didn't I tell you to be obedient?" Whether intentionally or unintentionally, after saying this, Jun Lin's phoenix eyes subtly glanced at the carriage curtain.

Feeling weak and dizzy, Zi Jin buried herself in Jun Lin's arms, unwilling to look up: "Let's go first, my... head hurts a lot."

Jun Lin frowned as he looked at Zi Jin in his arms, grabbing the cloak on both sides with one hand: "Don't stick your head out, I'll take you back immediately."

The horse beneath her gradually picked up speed, the wind whistling around them, and Zi Jin felt waves of cold air crashing against her. She clung tightly to Jun Lin's clothes, a bitter smile involuntarily playing on her lips, her eyes red and wide, trying to hold back her tears. She buried her face in his chest, absorbing his warmth, appearing to outsiders as incredibly docile…

Unresolved emotions and inescapable demonic obstacles, the cycle of cause and effect—when will we meet again? The vows of being like birds flying wing to wing, branches intertwined—made on that day. (Part Six)

On the way back to Shanzhong Town, Zi Jin fell into a coma.

For a whole day and night, all the doctors in the mountain town were mobilized, using every method and medicine imaginable, but Zi Jin's burning fever did not subside in the slightest.

Zi Jin's brows were tightly furrowed, her face was flushed, her breathing was unusually heavy, and her lips were covered with bloody cracks from a high fever.