The man was wearing a purple robe, and it was Di Fuyi.
He directly held her slender wrist.
Although he had carefully avoided her wounds, she still moaned softly, frowning, and there was a trace of blood on her forehead.
Qin was sweating: "It hurts" she murmured one word.
He raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, and whispered: "It won't hurt after a while, be good."
The voice is soft and hypnotic.
For eight years, she had been accustomed to seeking protection and warmth by his side.
Although she drew a clear line with him during the day and was as cold as ice to him, her terrible habit made her forget her betrayal in her sleep and wanted to rely on him, especially when she was in pain. .
So she subconsciously leaned in his direction, rested her little face on his leg, and murmured: "Fuyi, I hurt, I hurt."
With his heart suffocating as if he were drowning, Di Fuyi raised his hand to hug her, but held back.
He sighed softly and used his fingertips to remove the gauze bandage on her wrist.
A raised red mark stretched across her white wrist, which was very shocking.
He frowned slightly.
She treated the wound too casually.
She just applied the ointment that promotes wound healing and that was it.
She didn't squeeze out the poisonous blood inside at all.
No wonder she was in such pain.
Her injury only looked like it was healing on the surface, but the poison on the knife was also sealed inside, causing trouble in her flesh and blood.
She is also a good doctor herself, so logically she shouldn't understand this.
Was she deliberately self-inflicted or was she so uneasy that she didn't even notice?
Di Fuyi looked at the wound on her wrist and was stunned for a moment.
If she were treated according to the ordinary treatment method, she would cut her wound again, squeeze out the poisonous blood inside, and then bandage it again, so that she could be completely healed. .
But if he cuts her wound again, it will definitely wake her up and make her suffer again.
He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and pressed it weakly on her wound.
Colorful light emitted from his palm, covering her wound.
A faint purple slowly emerged from her wound, followed the colorful light of Di Fuyi, and penetrated into his palm.
After a while, the raised scar on Gu Xijiu's wrist slowly subsided.
However, Di Fuyi's hand swelled a bit.
After he finished the exercise, his entire palm was red and swollen.
He took a look at it and didn't care.
He lowered his eyes again and looked at Gu Xijiu.
It was probably because of the constant pain.
Her little face had been pale just now, but now her cheeks had regained a trace of blush, and her frowning eyebrows had relaxed.
She was lying there, wearing a thin dress, sleeping unobstructed.
Suddenly, she turned over and subconsciously tried to hug something with one arm, but it was empty.
Di Fuyi's eyes flashed with pain.
They have been sleeping together for eight years.
She habitually sleeps in his arms at night, and likes to wrap her arms around his waist, as inseparable as a sloth hugging a tree.
Although she and him were completely separated now, she could not change her habit for a while, and she still habitually wanted to hold his waist in her sleep.
He sat there stiffly, not moving, and frowned slightly when he saw her arm holding the empty space, and reluctantly reached for it again.
Di Fuyi picked up a pillow next to her and stuffed it into her arms, so she put the pillow She hugged her tightly and pressed her face against the pillow.
She didn’t know what she was dreaming about in her dream.
Her eyelashes became wet, and a tear came out of the corner of her eye: