PFC Chapter 522 It’s done
Chapter 522 It’s done
The servants whispered in private: "Does the Marquis care or not?"
Until one night, Chu Ziyu's wound suddenly became inflamed and he had a high fever. The court doctor rushed over and just after giving him the injection, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.
Lin Ci'an, wearing an outer robe and without even a crown on his head, rushed in.
"What's going on?" He said in a low voice, anger hidden in his eyes.
The court doctor shuddered with fear: "My Lord, Mr. Chu's wound has festering. I have already treated it..."
Lin Ci'an didn't say anything. He walked straight to the couch and reached out to touch Chu Ziyu's forehead - it was burning hot.
He frowned fiercely, turned around and said coldly: "Get out."
The person on the couch was delirious with fever, his thin chest heaving rapidly, and his lips were so pale that they were almost transparent.
——Is he going to die again?
This thought made Lin Ci'an's heart shrink.
He reached out his hand to Chu Ziyu's forehead, and the scorching heat made his fingertips tremble.
(…Why is it so hot?)
(…What on earth are those quacks doing?)
(…if he really…)
He didn't dare to think any further and could only hold the rim of the cup tightly and force himself to calm down.
The court doctor and the servants quickly left, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Chu Ziyu was dazed by the fever and vaguely felt someone holding his hand, with the fingertips gently rubbing the old wound on his palm.
"...My Lord?" he called in a hoarse voice.
Lin Ci'an didn't respond, but silently tucked the quilt for him, poured him a cup of warm water, and helped him drink it bit by bit.
Chu Ziyu's vision was blurred due to the fever, but he could still see Lin Ci'an's tense jawline and his hands with white knuckles tightly grasping the rim of the cup.
He suddenly smiled and whispered, "My Lord, are you finally willing to see me?"
Lin Ci'an paused, then stood up with a cold face: "Take good care of your injuries and stop thinking about it."
But when he turned around, his sleeve was gently pulled.
Chu Ziyu's fingertips trembled from the fever, but she still stubbornly pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered, "...Don't go."
Lin Ci'an froze in place.
After a while, he slowly sat back on the couch and said in a hoarse voice: "...Go to sleep, I'm here."
He sat beside the couch, watching Chu Ziyu fall into a deep sleep, and suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
——He has been hiding for so long, what is he afraid of?
Afraid that Chu Ziyu will betray you again?
Afraid of repeating the same mistakes?
Still afraid...
He actually couldn't hate him at all?
Snow fell silently outside the window. He sighed softly and finally said in a low voice resigned to his fate:
"... Chu Ziyu, you win."
Three days later, Pei Zheng finally adjusted his mentality and went to find Xie Xiaofeng with high spirits.
"Xie Xiaofeng!" He pulled aside the curtain, "I have something to tell you!"
Xie Xiaofeng was cleaning his sword, and without even looking up, he said, "Speak."
Pei Zheng took a deep breath, strode up to him, held his face and kissed him.
With a "click", Xie Xiaofeng's sword fell to the ground.
"I think I like you." Pei Zheng's face was red, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. "Not the kind of brotherly kind, but the kind of kind that wants to kiss and hug you."
The tips of Xie Xiaofeng's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, he bent down to pick up the sword and said coldly: "...Practice one hundred more sets of spear techniques."
Pei Zheng was anxious: "Hey! I'm confessing to you!"
Xie Xiaofeng walked out without looking back, but when he reached the door of the tent, he whispered: "...Come to my room after practice."
Pei Zheng stood there in a daze, then smiled like a fool.
(…It’s done!)