Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 347 I can’t hold on any longer

The night is deep.

At this moment, Ji Xun carefully climbed onto the bed, his movements as gentle as a feather falling. Then, like an extremely insecure child, he curled his slender body tightly into Shang Qing's warm embrace.

Only when he was embraced by Shang Qing could Ji Xun truly feel that he was still alive, with a beating heart and flowing blood.

Ji Xun gently pressed his face against Shang Qing's shoulder and neck, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body.

The other hand pressed hard on the stomach and abdomen, trying to relieve the suffocating pain caused by the cramps.

One hand was carefully and gently stroking the beads on Shang Qing's hand. Every day, watching the beads on the bracelet gradually dim, his heart felt like it was being tightly grasped, and he was worried, as if this was Shang Qing's life, making him feel suffocated and breathless.

Fine beads of sweat soaked his pale face, and his painful expression made anyone who saw it feel heartbroken.

Despite this, Ji Xun still gritted his teeth and said nothing, just silently clinging to Shang Qing, hoping to draw a little warmth and comfort from her to ease the tormenting pain a little.

He stretched out his pale, thin fingers, trembling, and gently stroked Shang Qing's cheek as if he had exhausted all his strength. The bloodless face, like a withered flower in winter, deeply stung his eyes.

He had waited for so long that time seemed to freeze into eternity at this moment.

Tears flowed down his eyes one by one like a flood that broke through a dam, like pearls that had broken off the string, and each tear dropped onto the string of dim beads.

"Sister, please wake up soon...Xiao Xun, I really can't hold on any longer..."

He murmured in pain, his voice weak but filled with endless pleading. Beads of sweat the size of beans continued to seep out of his forehead, soaking his once plump forehead.

The pain was like the devil's claws, tearing his body mercilessly, but he forced himself not to scream, and just bit his lips tightly, which were so pale that they were almost transparent.

However, because she was trying too hard, her lips gradually turned a faint blush.

I don’t know how long it took.

Shang Qing, who had been soundly asleep in the hospital bed, suddenly made the slightest movement. Her fingers trembled slightly, and her curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Finally, her eyes, which had been closed for a long time, slowly opened. However, due to her long coma, her eyes seemed a little confused and hazy, as if covered by a thin veil.

Shang Qing felt limp all over, unable to muster any strength. She struggled to move her eyes, and her vision gradually cleared.

The first thing that caught her eye was a pristine white ceiling, and then she noticed that her left hand seemed to be wrapped in something. She subconsciously looked in that direction and saw Ji Xun, curled up in her arms and sleeping soundly.

Ji Xun's face, which was originally handsome, bright and sunny, has now become extremely thin, with high and protruding cheekbones, which is heartbreaking.

His consciousness seemed to be shrouded in a heavy haze, and he was in a state of extreme drowsiness, confused and unable to extricate himself. Sleep was not a relief for him, but rather an endless torture, making his sleep extremely restless.

His brows, which had been furrowed tightly, now furrowed even tighter, like two deep furrows carved into his pale face. The face had lost its former color, revealing a distressing paleness of weakness.

His eyelashes, which should have been thick and long, as beautiful as butterfly wings, were now fluttering, as if expressing the fear and anxiety deep in his heart.

They cast a faint shadow on the cheeks, making the dark blue under the eyes look even more shocking.

This was enough to prove that he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time. The cold sweat that kept oozing from his forehead stung Shang Qing's eyes like needles.

Shang Qing could clearly feel that Ji Xun's body was spasming and trembling involuntarily.

As Ji Xun squeezed out a series of suppressed groans of pain from his throat, Shang Qing's heart tightened instantly, and she suddenly woke up from the chaos. Her heart began to beat wildly and uncontrollably, and panic surged into her heart like a tide.

Although his body was very weak, Shang Qing still struggled to sit up regardless of everything.

The scene that came into her eyes made her heart ache - Ji Xun was curled up like a helpless baby, and just now, he was obviously curled up beside her seeking a little warmth and comfort.

It would be more accurate to say that Ji Xun was not asleep so much as he was trapped in a terrible nightmare from the pain and unable to escape.

His jade-white hands were clenched into fists, tightly supporting his fragile stomach. His thin shoulders were shaking and cramping in pain, as if they would fall apart at any moment.

Shang Qing carefully stretched out her little hand and gently placed it on his stomach.

At that moment, she clearly felt that his stomach was beating wildly, like a bomb about to explode, and his entire stomach was ice-cold, without any temperature at all.

Perhaps it was this unintentional touch that was like a flash of lightning that pierced through Ji Xun's drowsy sea of ​​consciousness, instantly stimulating his almost numb nerves.

His tightly closed lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but due to the extreme pain, he could only utter a trembling breath. The weak voice was like a candle in the wind, mumbling intermittently from between his lips: "Uh... it hurts..."

Seeing this scene, Shang Qing's eyes turned red instantly and tears rolled down like a broken dam.

However, at this moment, she had no time to raise her hand to wipe the tears from her face. She had only one thought in her mind - to relieve Ji Xun's pain.

So, she bent down without hesitation, carefully approached Ji Xun, then lay down gently, hugging him tightly with her soft body.

At this moment, Ji Xun's pale cheek was completely pressed against Shang Qing's warm shoulders and neck, and his wet forehead was also touching Shang Qing's cheek intimately.

Shang Qing first gently put one hand around Ji Xun's back and stroked it slowly, trying to give him some comfort.

Then, she stretched out her other small hand and gently reached into Ji Xun's clothes, as if protecting a rare treasure, gently covered her palm on the skin of his stomach, and began to massage gently.

"Be good, Xiao Xun, relax. Relax. It will be fine soon... Trust me, okay? It won't hurt soon..."

Despite this, Ji Xun's tortured stomach still showed no signs of calming down. Instead, it was beating wildly like a wild beast out of control, as if it would not stop until it tortured its owner to death.

Under this severe pain, Ji Xun seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his body involuntarily stretched into a straight line.

His long neck suddenly arched back and his head kept rubbing against the pillow, as if this could slightly relieve the almost suffocating pain.

At the same time, his tightly pursed lips finally couldn't bear the weight of the pain any longer and slowly opened. A burst of extremely painful, heartbreaking sobs and suffocation, accompanied by an indistinct groan, suddenly rang out in the quiet ward: "Ugh... it hurts... it hurts so much... sister... help... help me..."

Shang Qing's voice became unusually hoarse, as if soaked with tears, with a distinct sobbing tone. She stared at the scene before her in bewilderment, her heart filled with confusion and fear.

Ji Xun's originally handsome face had now become horrible, covered with scars, which made people feel distressed.