"Ye Qianlong, it's not too late for you to regret it now!" Dongfang Xun stood at the door, looking at Ye Qianlong indifferently.
"I have no regrets!" Ye Qianlong withdrew his gaze, his tone firm. He walked to the soft couch, lay down on it, and a gentle breeze blew by, touching his black hair. He closed his eyes with a look of resignation.
The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang lifted the curtain and walked in, carrying a medicine box on his shoulder. His injuries were no longer a problem, but he was old and his body recovered slowly, so he walked slowly, step by step.
Dongfang Xun glanced at the busy Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor, the unconscious Dongfang Heng, and the Ye Qianlong who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, then quietly retreated. A cold wind blew by, and he was filled with emotion:
Several hours later, Dongfang Heng will return to normal, while Ye Qianlong will completely disappear from the world. Such a clean and pure person was ruined by him...
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang put down his medicine box, gently opened it, and took out the tools and herbs he needed one by one. After carefully checking and confirming that everything was correct, he picked up a sharp knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the light.
Looking at Ye Qianlong on the soft couch, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang sighed. He decided to first remove the heart of Prince An and let him live a little longer.
The Ghost Doctor turned to look at the large bed and was suddenly startled. Dongfang Heng, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes, spat out a pill, sat up gently, and turned to look at him.
“Prince…Prince…” The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang was shocked. He was actually pretending to be asleep. Why would he do that?
"Ghost Doctor, thank you for your kindness!" Dongfang Heng said calmly, his sharp gaze passing through the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang to the man in black on the soft couch: "Ye Qianlong, what are you doing here?"
"I'll give you my heart!" Ye Qianlong sat up as well, his clear eyes untouched by worldly dust.
"Why?" Dongfang Heng stared at Ye Qianlong, his eyes like a deep, unfathomable pool: "You only have one heart. If you give it to me, you cannot live!"
Ye Qianlong smiled, but his smile was bitter: "Li Xue loves you. Even if you die, she won't live!"
Dongfang Heng's gaze sharpened: "You like Li Xue!"
"Yes!" Ye Qianlong nodded.
"When did it start?" Dongfang Heng asked.
"I can't remember!" Ye Qianlong shook his head, his eyes a little blurry. He remembered that on Buzhou Street, he was sitting on the ground, hungry for a long time. She was wearing a light green dress, fresh and beautiful, carrying a bowl of porridge, bathed in the warm sunshine, and came to him.
That bowl of porridge was ordinary to others, but it saved his life.
"Dongfang Heng, I give you my heart. Take my share and protect Li Xue well!" He was willing to give his heart for Shen Li Xue.
Dongfang Heng looked at Ye Qianlong and said, word by word, "Ye Qianlong, I know your feelings for Li Xue, but I won't take your heart!"
"Why?" Ye Qianlong was stunned. Why did Dongfang Heng push him away when he had a chance to live?
"I will love Li Xue with my own heart. I will love her as much as my heart does. If you put your heart into my body, it means you love her, not me!" From the beginning, Dongfang Heng had no intention of changing his heart. Although his heart was badly injured, it was still his own. Every action he took came from his heart and was his own will.
If someone else's heart were replaced, it would mean that someone else was living in his body and directing his actions, and he wouldn't like that feeling.
"If you don't get a heart transplant, you'll die!" Ye Qianlong said in a low voice.
"I'm not afraid of death!" Dongfang Heng looked out the bright window, his eyes somewhat unfocused. "I'm a dying man, and I should be able to let you and Lixue be together. But I want to leave behind the most beautiful memories in my last few days. I don't want to let go!"
His life was filled with battles and endless darkness, and he thought he would continue like this until the end of his life.
But that day, he met her. He sat in the thatched hut, enduring heartache, when she walked out from the sunlight. Her bright smile warmed his life. She was a ray of sunshine in his life, and he wanted to hold on tight and never let go.
"If you die, Li Xue will not live on alone!" These were Shen Li Xue's own words to him, and he believed she would keep her word.
"I would persuade her to live on." To love someone is not to let them die with you, but to see them live a good life.
"Ye Qianlong, go away, I don't need your heart!"
Outside, Dongfang Xun stood quietly, looking at the lush trees in the distance. Dongfang Heng's heart ailment was about to be cured, and he should be happy, so why did he feel no joy at all?
He heard a soft sound of a door opening behind him, and his slender body jolted violently. The heart transplant was over, Dongfang Heng was fine, but Ye Qianlong was dead!
The footsteps grew closer, steady and heavy. Dongfang Xun didn't turn around to look, a hint of guilt in his eyes. Ye Qianlong, I'm sorry!
A glimpse of black clothing flashed past his eyes, and a familiar, slender figure walked slowly past him, looking forlorn and desolate.
Dongfang Xun was taken aback: "Ye Qianlong, why are you out here?"
Ye Qianlong did not answer, nor did he stop. He lowered his head and walked slowly forward, like a soulless shell moving mechanically.
"Ye Qianlong!" Dongfang Xun frowned. He had clearly promised to save Dongfang Heng, but he had actually left, breaking his promise. He stretched out his long arm, intending to grab him.
An arm gripped his shoulder tightly, and a familiar yet pale face appeared before him: "Big Brother!"
"Second brother!" Looking at Dongfang Heng's tired expression, Dongfang Xun sighed inwardly, "You know everything!" He knew that the matter couldn't be kept secret for long, but he didn't expect Dongfang Heng to find out so quickly.
Dongfang Heng nodded: "Brother, I don't need anyone's heart!" His firm tone left no room for doubt.
"You'll die if you don't get a heart transplant!" Dongfang Xun roared.
"Everyone dies eventually," Dongfang Heng replied calmly, having accepted everything.
"You're still young, you can't die now!" Dongfang Xun lowered his eyelids, concealing the sadness in his eyes. His parents had already passed away, and if his only younger brother also died, he would truly be all alone.
“Brother, life and death are predestined, and no one can force it.” Dongfang Heng patted Dongfang Xun’s shoulder comfortingly: “Ye Qianlong’s life is also predestined. We cannot harm innocent people for our own selfish reasons. All things in the world have the right to live, and Ye Qianlong is no exception!”
Dongfang Heng knew that his brother was soft-hearted, so he said some gentle words and analyzed the situation rationally, which should be able to make him give up the idea of a heart transplant.
Dongfang Xun looked at Dongfang Heng, his gaze somewhat lost: "You're seriously ill, go and rest first. I want to be alone!"
Dongfang Heng could tell that Dongfang Xun had been persuaded and needed time to think it over, so he stopped bothering him, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back to his room. No matter what, he would not change his heart, and he hoped that his older brother could really think it through.
Neither of the two brothers, each with their own thoughts, noticed that a figure in tan robes stood in the shadows, listening for a moment before quietly disappearing.
Ye Qianlong walked out of the Holy King's Mansion in a daze. No guards stopped him. He led the yellow horse that Shen Lixue had given him and walked in a daze. Dongfang Heng refused to take his heart. Shen Lixue wanted him to return to Xiliang. Should he go back?
Lost in thought, he didn't see Yan Yue holding a beautiful white oil-paper umbrella with green leaves and red flowers for Shen Lixue as they walked into Baozhai.