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Capítulo 86

Nangong Xue looked at her for a while, then suddenly took her hand and said, "That's good. No matter what happens along the way, let's not go back, okay?"

Yang Nianqing didn't like retracing her steps, so she nodded in agreement: "Okay."

"really?"

Unexpectedly, such a wise and calm person would ask such a childish question, as if afraid that the other party would renege on the debt. Yang Nianqing couldn't help but laugh and counted on his fingers: "How can an adult lie to a child?"

Nangong Xue couldn't help but laugh.

In a short while, he regained his usual elegance.

A soft ray of sunlight slanted in through the car window, warmly illuminating his face. Perhaps due to the accident last night, his handsome face was so pale it was heartbreaking.

Yet at this moment, a relieved smile spread across his pale face, so clear and light, melting into the fresh air, making him and his whole being as harmonious as the flowing water and gentle breeze of early spring.

Yang Nianqing was lost in thought.

A sudden, intense unease welled up within her. She was a little afraid—such a smile was too noble, too pure, too moving, so unreal that it would surely arouse the jealousy of the heavens.

Leaning against his arm, she softly said, "Brother Nangong."

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There was no answer, but his gaze was questioning.

Yang Nianqing remained silent.

Seeing that she remained silent after being called out, Nangong Xue shook her head and smiled, patting her hand.

The tender grass along the riverbank is lush and green, and in the warm sunshine, the ripples on the water appear even more shimmering.

A slight chill still lingered in the air as it slanted in through the window, accompanied by the sounds of shepherd's flutes and birdsong. The rhythmic creaking of the wheels beneath us created a beautiful symphony of nature.

Humans are also extremely beautiful.

Although her complexion looked worse, it was still enveloped in a soft and elegant glow, and her expression was very calm, with all traces of melancholy gone.

They've already left, nothing's wrong, you're just being paranoid...

Ignoring her unease, Yang Nianqing held his arm tightly, not telling him that she was only so anxious to keep him by her side because she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear from her sight.

"Um, Brother Nangong, how long does it take to get to your house?"

“Our home.” He looked at her, smiled, and corrected her, “Our home.”

My heart suddenly warmed up.

When someone is lonely, home is such an alluring word, especially for Yang Nianqing, who has come to ancient times alone and has just been wandering the treacherous world for several months. From now on, nothing else matters to them. Even if no one understands her, even if everyone leaves her, at least she still has him.

Could it be him...?

Seeing her in a daze, Nangong Xue pursed her lips slightly, and a rare teasing look appeared in her gentle phoenix eyes: "This little girl has always been very thick-skinned, but now she can be shy?"

This handsome guy is more prone to shyness.

Yang Nianqing immediately glared at him, then moved closer to his face with a mischievous grin: "It's not that I'm shy, it's just that I'm really curious about such a handsome guy in front of me..."

Nangong Xue found it amusing and interrupted her: "It certainly won't be anything nice."

Seeing his unusually happy expression, Yang Nianqing felt much relieved: "Um... I'm just wondering, have you actually been to that building... Don't you dislike women?"

Nangong Xue was clearly used to it, so she no longer blushed. She just suppressed a laugh and scolded, "You're being naughty again! If I don't like women, what do I like?"

"That's easy, take men for example..."

"Nonsense!"

Yang Nianqing, feigning frustration after receiving a hard knock on the head, sat back down and said, "I was just teasing you. If you're petty, I won't tease you anymore."

Half a day.

A pair of hands reached out and tightly grasped both of her hands.

"How could I be angry?" he murmured, looking at the person nestled beside him. "Brother Nangong, don't be angry. Let's keep it this way from now on, forever..."

A soft sigh came from above.

forever?

This word is mostly beautiful and pleasing, yet it is also the most unreliable. Because some promises, once uttered with it, are destined to be broken. The moment it leaves your lips, it foreshadows your intention to go back on your word.

"forever……"

The sound grew fainter and fainter, more and more hollow...

Yang Nianqing suddenly trembled. She realized that although those slender fingers were still strong, they had lost their former warmth and were now icy cold.

The ominous feeling grew stronger.

She looked up.

His phoenix eyes drooped, as if he were about to fall asleep. His handsome face still held a bright and charming smile, but his complexion was terribly pale, with a cold, snowy white color, as white as paper.

Yang Nianqing was startled and froze. After regaining her senses, she hurriedly and tentatively called out to him in a soft voice, "Brother Nangong?"

He opened his eyes and smiled: "What's wrong?"

Hearing him speak, Yang Nianqing finally relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief. She chuckled to herself for being so suspicious. Just a moment ago, she really did have a feeling that he would never wake up again once he fell asleep.

After thinking for a moment, she reached out and touched his forehead, asking worriedly, "Are you... feeling unwell?"

He immediately grabbed her hand: "It's alright, I'm just very sleepy."

Yang Nianqing suddenly realized: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Last night, in order to save her, he, who had never been involved in bloodshed before, actually used a sword and was forced to kill someone. He must have felt terrible about it.

His hands were still cold, and he seemed to be falling asleep again.

Feeling guilty, Yang Nianqing worriedly suggested, "How about... you put on a coat?"

After saying that, she tried to pull her right hand out of his grasp to get her clothes. However, the moment she realized what he was doing, Nangong Xue tensed up again and held onto his hand tightly, refusing to let go.

He smiled slightly: "It's alright, it's fine like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, his brows furrowed, and he coughed in a suppressed manner, clutching his chest with one hand, while his other hand still held her tightly, refusing to let go.

A sudden pang of sadness struck Yang Nianqing, who couldn't understand where this inexplicable heartache came from: "Brother Nangong, how about... we go back and rest for a few days before leaving?"

He immediately shook his head: "It's alright..."

Then, he frowned and remained silent.

Finding the illness strange, Yang Nianqing became wary, remembering that she hadn't sensed any fever or other symptoms when she reached out to check him earlier.

"You...is something wrong? I don't understand this, you..."

He gently interrupted her: "It's alright, you just need to rest for a bit."

Her eyes closed slightly again.

As the carriage jolted, his handsome face grew paler and paler, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead, as if he were in great pain.

Yang Nianqing panicked: "Brother Nangong, what do you think?"

He seemed somewhat confused.

Noticing that the hand was gripping tighter and tighter, Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Nangong, why don't we go back first and ask Brother Qiu to take care of it for us..."

She had thought that since Qiu Bailu was still there, she could go back and ask him to check on her so she wouldn't have to worry so much. But as soon as she heard the word "go back," Nangong Xue immediately opened her eyes and interrupted her: "No need."

Beneath his sharply angled eyebrows, his gaze held a hint of authority, and his originally gentle and kind voice had taken on a coldness, so firm that no one could argue with it.

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

“We’re not going back,” he shook his head and smiled. “We’re not going back.”

She hesitated: "But you..."

He suddenly let go of her hand, opened his arms and hugged her tightly, almost suffocating her, which also just in time prevented her from continuing to speak.

"Would it be alright if we didn't go back?" The gentle voice carried a pleading tone.

For some reason, his nose suddenly felt sore, and tears seemed to well up in his eyes. Was he feeling guilty and didn't want to get involved in this murder case anymore?

So, Yang Nianqing went along with him and forced a smile, "Okay."

He seemed relieved again, but he still held her tightly.

After thinking for a long time, Yang Nianqing looked out the window and said, "I wonder if there are any small towns along the way where I can find a doctor or a pharmacy..."

He didn't answer.

"Brother Nangong, why don't we stop up ahead and ask someone for directions?"

There was no movement.

"Brother Nangong!" Yang Nianqing was startled and shook him vigorously. "What's wrong with you? Wake up..."

"It's nothing," he said softly, struggling to open his eyes. "I'm fine, I just need to rest... Don't be afraid... Don't go back..."

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

The ominous premonition in my heart was confirmed. This person with the pure smile actually had such a complex look in his eyes, making him unfathomable and heartbreaking. How many secrets did he carry? Only today, when he left, did those eyes finally show pure joy and ease. Why was he unwilling to go back? What was he afraid of?

No matter how many doubts I have, there's no time to think about them anymore.

Something warm dripped onto my forehead and trickled down my cheeks.

It feels sticky when you touch it gently.

Seeing her hands covered in bright red blood, Yang Nianqing finally came to her senses and cried out in fright, "Brother Nangong, wake up... Stop the car! Hey, stop the car! Go back!"

Fresh blood kept flowing from his mouth.

The coachman, a long-time servant of the Nangong family, noticed something was wrong and quickly peered in. Seeing Nangong Xue's appearance, he was startled: "Young Master! What's going on...?"

Yang Nianqing had never seen anything like this before. She simply hugged him tightly and nodded, "Uncle, please turn back quickly. Mr. Chrysanthemum is still here, hurry..."

Just then, Nangong Xue suddenly opened her eyes and shook her head: "Don't go back!"

The two were taken aback.