L'histoire destructrice de mari d'une impitoyable médecin légiste

Chapitre 76

The chilling aura came in waves, pushing Zi Jin to her limit.

After an unknown amount of time, Zi Jin, who had become numb from the cold, suddenly felt a wisp of warmth seeping in from the outside. Though it was only a wisp of warmth, it warmed her considerably. Having lost all will to resist, she instantly felt a renewed desire to live. She diligently absorbed that wisp of warmth, and gradually, the warmth increased little by little. As if she had found a way, the warmth surged forth, making Zi Jin feel instantly alive again.

"Jin'er... Jin'er... Jin'er..." Who is it? Who is calling out to me, their voice so sorrowful and powerless? Who is it? Who is holding me in their arms, their chest so warm and burning?

The chill had barely faded when she was enveloped in a thick white fog. Zi Jin wandered and groped her way through the fog, walking for what seemed like an eternity, unable to escape the swirling mist. Exhausted, she sat down by the roadside, waiting for someone to find her. But the fog showed no sign of dissipating; instead, it gathered thicker and denser, until it was so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.

Suddenly, beautiful music drifted from afar. Zi Jin cautiously made her way towards the sound. The music was deep and mournful, like an accusation, a longing, a reluctance to part, a sorrow, each note striking Zi Jin's heart, allowing her to clearly feel the despair and hope of the musician. After walking for a while, she saw a light. Zi Jin knew she had found the right way and followed the music with even greater determination. Beams of light shone through the mist.

Gradually, the music weakened. Zi Jin could clearly sense that the player had expended a great deal of energy and was barely managing to sustain the music. Zi Jin quickened her pace. The music grew weaker and weaker, each note more mournful and desperate than the last. The player's inner cries also faded, as if they too had lost their will to live.

Zi Jin was extremely curious about the person playing the zither and ran almost at top speed. She felt uneasy and vaguely worried about the zither player.

Suddenly, everything became clear, and a whole expanse of sunlight shone in. Zi Jin slowly opened her eyes.

Another unfamiliar gauze curtain, and a very tight bandage on her shoulder. Zi Jin pinched her cheek hard—it hurt terribly! What a real and long dream. She almost thought it was all real. Thank goodness it was just a dream, thank goodness it was just a dream.

A series of urgent and weak piano notes came from outside the door, very similar to those in her dream. Driven by intense curiosity, Zi Jin hurriedly got out of bed and ran towards the door.

Pink butterfly flowers bloom throughout the courtyard, the spring sunshine reflecting off the petals like a dreamlike fairyland. A gentle breeze blows, and the flowers sway in the wind, creating a boundless scene of spring beauty.

In the pavilion amidst the flowers sat a familiar figure. Her ten fingers lightly caressed the guqin, and when she slightly raised her eyes and saw Zi Jin, a flash of wild joy appeared in her eyes. Then, she smiled gently and stopped playing the guqin.

Zi Jin was slightly taken aback, then quickly walked into the pavilion and obediently sat down next to Xi Le, leaning on her shoulder ingratiatingly, afraid that she would hold a grudge about what happened inside "Jin Yu Man Lou".

west Le's body stiffened slightly, and she turned to look at Zi Jin: "Are you feeling any better?"

Zi Jin turned to look at Xi Le, only to find that west Le's complexion was not normal and his voice was unusually weak: "Was that you playing the zither just now?"

west Le hurriedly lowered her eyes: "Doesn't it look like it?"

“I heard the same music in my dream, do you believe me?” After saying that, Zi Jin leaned comfortably on west Le’s shoulder again.

west Le closed her eyes for a while, then sighed, "I believe you. I believe whatever Jin'er says."

Upon hearing west Le's words, Zi Jin paused, her hands trembling slightly.

"Does your shoulder still hurt?" west Le noticed Zi Jin's trembling and quickly asked.

Zi Jin moved her shoulders, opened her eyes in surprise, and looked at the thick bandage on her shoulders: her shoulders clearly did not hurt at all, so why was she wearing such a heavy bandage?

A faint smile appeared on west Le's lips, the smile reaching his eyes: "Although it's just a dislocation, the doctor said it's best to immobilize it for a few more days."

Dislocation?! Lou Shuo used all his strength and only managed to dislocate it? He had already seen through that kid's fake expert; he couldn't even control the dice rolls, yet he thought he was an expert, an expert, an expert.

Zi Jin unconsciously glanced around, pondering the words "a few days" over and over, but to no avail. She wanted to ask, but feared that Xi Le's unpredictable temper would flare up again, and they would start settling old scores, so she had no choice but to give up. A flash of inspiration struck her, and Zi Jin hurriedly looked down at her men's long robe and the bandages on her shoulders, remembering a serious question: Who had changed her clothes and bandages?

west Le chuckled softly, leaned down and whispered in Zi Jin's ear, "What are you worried about, Jin'er? I replaced all of these myself. Don't you trust me?"

Zi Jin nodded thoughtfully, then looked up and saw Xi Le's face, which was so close to hers, slowly darken, and the air pressure seemed to drop. She quickly shook her head: "How could that be? How could I not trust you?"

Looking at Zi Jin's slow and nervous expression, Xi Le finally burst out laughing, her eyes full of doting: "Are you hungry?" She then picked up a pastry from the table and placed it near Zi Jin's mouth, gazing at her quietly with eyes as gentle as water.

Zi Jin looked at the hibiscus cake in front of her with a troubled expression. She wanted to tell Xi Le that she wasn't hungry at all, but her stomach betrayed her and made a rumbling sound at just the right moment. Xi Le seemed to hear it, and the smile on her lips deepened, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with light.

Zi Jin slightly opened her mouth, took a small bite, frowned, and chewed painfully. After another bite, Xi Le's smile became even more charming. She turned her head slightly, looking at Zi Jin with expectant eyes, but did not put down the pastry in her hand.

Zi Jin stared wide-eyed at the persistent pastry in front of her, knowing that Xi Le wouldn't give up until she finished it. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the hibiscus pastry in one gulp. Xi Le let out a muffled groan, and Zi Jin quickly opened her eyes, seeing Xi Le's hand, which she hadn't had time to hide.

Those were hands covered in wounds, not a single finger unscathed. The strings of the zither, like blades, had slashed those jade-like hands to pieces. Each finger was covered in wounds, and although the bleeding had stopped, the sight was still shocking and gruesome.

"How could this be...?" Zi Jin stared blankly at her battered wrists. "Was it... for me? Was that music for me?"

west Le smiled faintly, her eyes glistening with tears: "It doesn't hurt."

Zi Jin looked up and saw a small, emerald-green bottle next to the zither. She picked it up and sniffed it: "Why isn't the medicine being applied?" Her voice was full of reproach.

west Le gazed quietly at Zi Jin, her eyes like clear springs, her smile radiating contentment and peace: "It doesn't hurt," she murmured dreamily.

Those hands, covered in scars, filled Zi Jin with self-reproach. She couldn't remember anything else clearly, but the sound of the zither in her dream was crystal clear. No wonder her hands were injured from playing for so long without stopping.

Zi Jin carefully applied the ointment little by little, afraid of hurting her.

west Le had grown up pampered like a star since childhood, and had never suffered such pain before. How could she not feel guilty for being injured repeatedly? Zi Jin gently blew on the ointment, hoping to ease west Le's pain.

west Le looked almost dazed. She gently rested her head on Zi Jin's neck and sighed softly.

Zi Jin stiffened, but dared not move: "Are you feeling unwell?"

“Jin’er, we…we have now reached the border where the three kingdoms meet. Those people from the Moon Kingdom are really hot on our heels. I have already sent people to distract them. We need to stay here for a few days, firstly to avoid their pursuit, and secondly because you are still recovering from your illness and should not travel. Jin’er, is that alright?” west Le raised her head and looked at Zi Jin.

Zi Jin lowered her eyes and nodded slightly.

west Le smiled slightly and continued to rest her head on Zi Jin's neck. Zi Jin wanted to move away, but glancing sideways, she saw the dark circles under west Le's eyes and ultimately couldn't bring herself to do it.

Soon, she heard even breathing. Zi Jin turned her head and saw that west Le was asleep. A faint smile was on her lips, her brows were relaxed, and her face showed a peaceful ease.

Zi Jin secretly groaned. Although Xi Le was tall and slender, she was still more than a head taller than her. If Xi Le continued to sleep, her shoulders would be ruined. Zi Jin gently shifted her shoulders, and Xi Le frowned uncomfortably, leaning further in.

“Zi…Miss, please don’t move around. Master has been working tirelessly to save you, and he has finally fallen asleep. Please take care of him.” A person standing at the back of the pavilion said.

Zi Jin sat stiffly in place, her heart filled with curiosity about the person behind her: Look how sophisticated their words are! They make you a human cushion and you still accept it willingly. Their master didn't sleep for a long time because they were saving you. Only after seeing you recover did their master dare to sleep. If you move away, that would be incredibly heartless.

Zi Jin recognized the voice somewhat, but it wasn't Jin Yu. There were almost no people around Xi Le that she felt vaguely familiar with, so out of curiosity, she turned her head to try and see who it was. Unfortunately, someone was on her shoulder, so she gave up.

The person behind her saw that Zi Jin was no longer moving around and remained silent.

The even breathing sounds around her made Zi Jin's eyelids feel heavy. Since they were going to sleep, it couldn't be a sin to sleep together, right? Zi Jin decided to just go for it, rested her head on Xi Le's head, and fell asleep too.