PFC Chapter 221 Falling Sick
Chapter 221 Falling Sick
Song Yu and his companions traveled for half a day and settled down in Fengqiao Town.
The news about Hulong Villa spread at lightning speed.
Sitting in the lobby of the inn, they could hear the occasional words of the people around them.
Song Yu originally thought that she really didn't have any serious problems, but after they had lunch, she felt her body getting heavier and heavier, and she felt dizzy and hot.
Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell down.
When she woke up again, the sun had already set outside.
She suddenly sat up from the bed, and Qingling, who had been guarding beside her, hurried to see how she was doing.
"Ayu, how are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Qingling asked.
When Song Yu heard his voice, he slowly turned his head and refocused his eyes.
She felt herself and found that apart from feeling a little weak and sticky, she had no other discomfort.
She shook her head and asked, "What time is it?"
Qing Ling said: "Three quarters past the hour of You."
Song Yu widened his eyes and asked in surprise, "It's so late?"
Qing Ling said, "Ayu, I'm sorry. I ignored your discomfort. Ye Shuangbai said that you've been traveling for days, and your energy is stagnant. Your body and mind have been damaged. You need to take good care of yourself."
Hearing this, Song Yu said, "I'm fine, really. I'm just a little depressed. You've already delayed the whole day for me. I have to hurry to Bailu."
Qing Ling frowned and said, "Ayu, I don't care about anything else. I only care about you."
Song Yu sighed and said, "I'm really fine, really. Ye Shuangbai just exaggerated the situation for you."
Seeing Qing Ling wanted to say something else, she changed the subject in time: "I've been sweating a lot and want to wash up."
She looked at the bathtub behind the screen in the corner of the room.
Qing Ling touched her face and said, "Okay, I'll get you some water."
Song Yu nodded, Qingling walked towards the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Ji Qiuyue.
Ji Qiuyue took a step back, and the bowl of medicine in her hand was placed steadily on the tray without spilling a drop.
Seeing that it was Qingling, she asked, "Is Song Yu awake? I'm here to give her medicine."
Qing Ling stretched out his hand and wanted to ask her to give him the medicine so that he could bring it in.
But then he remembered that Song Yu wanted to take a shower, and in a flash, he said, "You're awake, come in."
When Ji Qiuyue heard this, a look of surprise flashed across her face, and then she brushed past Qing Ling and walked into the room.
Song Yu heard the conversation at the door and watched Ji Qiuyue coming in with medicine.
The bitter taste of the medicine spread through the gas and rushed into her nose.
Ji Qiuyue walked to the bed, took a quick look, and said, "Why don't you tell me if you are sick?"
Song Yu felt that these words were a bit strange, but looking at Ji Qiuyue's serious expression, he really didn't know where this strangeness came from.
"Is this my medicine?" Song Yu asked, looking at the tray in her hand.
Ji Qiuyue finally came back to her senses, nodded, and handed over the bowl of medicine.
The black medicine juice was so bitter that I could smell it even before I drank it.
Song Yu took the medicine, which was already warm, and drank it in one gulp.
Song Yu was so miserable that he grimaced.
She looked around and found her purse on the stool at the head of the bed.
He handed the medicine bowl over, quickly crawled over, picked up the purse, opened it and took out a sugar pill from it.
After taking a bite, the sweetness instantly dissipated a lot of the bitterness.
When she recovered, she felt Ji Qiuyue's gaze on her.
She asked with a puzzled look: "What's wrong?"
Ji Qiuyue hesitated for a while, then said hesitantly: "Song Yu, are you scared?"
"Hmm?" Song Yu didn't react for a moment. What did she mean?
Ji Qiuyue said: "That's what happened in Jinou City."
Song Yu's mood darkened. She thought for a moment and said, "I wasn't scared, just a little shocked."
"What's so shocking?" Ji Qiuyue didn't understand.
Song Yu said, "Shocked. In this era, a life can be taken away so easily."
Ji Qiuyue said, "But the martial arts world is like this. There is life and death, hatred, and fighting."
Song Yu looked up at her with a serious expression. She asked, "Do you think they deserve to die?"
Ji Qiuyue shook her head and said, "It's not that I deserve to die, but maybe it's my fate, it's already been determined."
Song Yu said, "How can it be predetermined? If a person's life and death are predetermined, then what is the meaning of rebirth and death?"
Ji Qiuyue's face showed a conflicted expression. She thought for a moment and said, "To live is to live. Why do we have to look for a specific meaning? Perhaps living itself is the meaning."
"If you encounter this, will you be willing to die like this?" Song Yu asked.
Ji Qiuyue said: "Of course not, I will fight to the death."
"That's it..." Before he could finish his words, he heard Ji Qiuyue's words again.
"If you can't resist, then accept it calmly."
Such straightforward and insightful thoughts made Song Yu once again re-recognize the girl in front of him.
She used to think that she was reckless and naive, but she didn't expect that she had such thoughts.
Indeed, people cannot be defined.
Ji Qiuyue looked at Song Yu's expression and thought that she was still bothered by what happened in Jinou.
After thinking for a while, he said, "You don't have to be so scared. Qing Ling is so powerful. There are few people in this world who can match him. And you are not weak either."
Song Yu suddenly laughed when she said that: "I didn't expect you to praise me. You didn't treat me like this before."
Ji Qiuyue was slightly stunned, as if she was recalling the scene of their first meeting.
Ji Qiuyue thought for a moment and said, "Seeing you, I finally understand what it means to be a man by appearance."
Song Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "Such a high evaluation!"
The two chatted for a while, and Qingling came back with water, two large buckets, full of hot water.
Qingling held it with both hands effortlessly.
Song Yu simply cleaned the sweat off his body and felt as if all the pores in his body were unblocked.
She originally wanted to tell everyone that she was fine and could set off overnight.
But everyone rejected her proposal.
Fu Zhenghong said directly: "It's not a big deal if you have one day, Miss Song. If your health really collapses, it will be a real hindrance."
Shen Shuyuan also advised her to rest for another night, and even made an excuse for her: "We can take this opportunity to prepare some more dry food."
After everyone's persuasion, Song Yu finally settled down with peace of mind.
At night, she lay in bed but felt not sleepy, perhaps because she had slept too much during the day.
Qingling finished packing and came over, and saw her lying on the bed with her eyes open, but her eyes were dull and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Ayu!" Qingling shouted.
Song Yu came back to her senses and looked at Qing Ling. She moved her body towards the bed.
Qingling lay down and held her in his arms. The two of them had already understood each other, and Qingling now understood Song Yu's thoughts.
He comforted her softly, "Ayu, don't worry, I'm here."