In fact, she is very optimistic and always believes that there is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome.
When she has no money, she will think that money is like a bastard.
You can still make money after spending it, and you can get it back after spending it.
When being hunted, she would try her best to escape, then fight back, and make the person who was chasing her look colorful, so that they could understand why the flowers were so red.
Even after encountering Long Xi's betrayal and time travel, she was able to quickly adjust her state and enter rebirth mode.
She tortured the scumbag man and plotted against the scumbag sister and scumbag aunt.
She lived a colorful life and never felt tired.
But now, she was tired.
She always felt that everything she did was meaningful and correct, and she could grudge her as she pleased, but now she was doing the wrong thing no matter what she did.
In this love, she was hurt emotionally, physically, and mentally, and her friends were hurt beyond recovery.
She was so wrong She doesn't have that much strength, and she still wants to take revenge While in coma, she had nightmares and cold sweats, and talked nonsense from time to time.
The most common words she said were "I'm sorry and I won't do it again."
In her daze, someone held her hand tightly, and then someone whispered to her that she was sorry.
Someone told her that it was not her who was wrong, but someone else.
Her consciousness seemed to be far away and near, and the whispers around her were also far away and near.
It didn't even seem like a person was talking to her, and she couldn't hear clearly what the other person said.
Someone forced her to open her mouth to drink medicine, someone sang quietly in her ear, and the sound of a piano kept playing softly, as if her mother's hands were patting her body to comfort her.
I don't know how long it took, but Gu Xijiu's consciousness, which had been floating in a state of chaos, finally returned to its original state.
She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was the exquisite window.
Outside the window, the sparse shadow of a plum blossom was slanted across the window paper.
The window was half open, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected in, casting a shallow warm light.
There was medicine boiling in a silver pot in the corner of the room, filling the room with the aroma of medicine.
A man stood with his back to her, stirring the concoction in the silver pot with a wooden spoon.
The man was wearing a light blue robe, with a tall and erect figure, and a figure that could be captured in a painting.
Seemingly hearing the movement on the bed, the man turned around, his dark eyes filled with relief: "Xijiu, you're finally awake."
"Instructor Long, yes" That person was Long Siye.
Before Gu Xijiu could say the next words, he made a silent gesture and said with a smile: "Stop saying sorry.
In the past two days, I have heard these three words sound like cocoons." " While he was talking, the medicine had been boiled.
He poured out the concoction and brought a full bowl to her: "Here, drink the medicine."
He had already adjusted the temperature of the bowl of boiling hot concoction when it passed through his hands.
It was just the right temperature for the mouth, neither cold nor hot.
He was holding the medicine bowl in his right hand, and there were two maple syrups in his left hand: "This medicine is It’s a bit bitter, so after drinking it, eat two sugar pills to squeeze it down.”
Gu Xijiu didn't say anything else, took the medicine bowl and drank it in one breath.
The concoction was indeed very bitter, comparable to Coptis chinensis, but she didn't seem to taste it and didn't even frown.
After drinking the medicine, she didn't ask for the two candies.
Long Siye's eyes flashed.
She had always been afraid of hard things.
When she was sick or injured, she could take pills, but she would not take Chinese medicine, even if it was the most suitable for the disease.
When she had to take Chinese medicine as a last resort, she would eat several candies to suppress the bitter taste
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