Tang Ziyu called out to him several times, but he seemed to have not heard, not reacting at all. Tang Ziyu hurriedly went to pull him, to drag him, but he let her pull and drag him like a doll. Tang Ziyu knew that he must have shut himself away because he was hurt.
Tang Ziyu suddenly felt less anxious when she thought about it, so she and Situ Ping stayed in the villa. As for the wedding, it went ahead as planned, and the fourth son finally married his beloved Lan girl, and Lan girl finally became the wife of the village head.
After several days, Yue Qing still didn’t react in any way, just as before. Tang Ziyu thought of a way. She actually plucked the scales off the unicorn, and in just half an hour, her body was as cold as ice again. She walked over to Yue Qing, sat in his lap, and pulled up her sleeve to reveal her almost transparent white arm, with the blood vessels almost clearly visible.
‘I know what you’re waiting for here. You’re waiting for me to come back. Now that I’m back, you can’t see me. Do you know something? The doctor said I’m going to die soon. You can see the veins on my arms clearly, can’t you? I’m going to die soon, you know?’
As she said this, Tang Ziyu shed tears: ‘I know you are in pain because you were once tortured by that pervert Murong Hong, and I saw the way you looked then. You must feel very dirty, so even though you see me you pretend not to. You are afraid that I have come to you out of pity, and you are afraid that I will despise you, so you are unwilling to wake up and look at me.’
‘But I have to say that you are probably really going to be unable to see me anymore, because I am really going to die soon. I just hope to kiss you once before I die. If you still can’t wake up, I will never appear in front of you again. Because I would rather you hope that I can still come to you than for you to see me die in front of you.’
After saying this, Tang Ziyu leaned forward and kissed Yue Qing’s lips. Yue Qing shuddered at Ziyu’s cold lips, and his hand unconsciously embraced her waist, feeling really as if he was hugging a corpse. Yue Qing’s heart couldn’t help but tremble a little, and Tang Ziyu ended the kiss and tried to get up and leave. However, Yue Qing didn’t mind and embraced her, trying to warm her with his body.
Tang Ziyu let him hold her, but soon Yue Qing realised that he was unable to warm her at all, and her body was becoming colder and colder in his arms.
‘She’s going to die, she really is going to die.’ This message kept going through his mind. He couldn’t let her die like this! Picking up Tang Ziyu, Yue Qing rushed into the house and wrapped her in a quilt. Situ Ping, who was nearby, quickly put the scales of the Qilin on her. Soon, her body temperature returned to normal, and Yue Qing kept anxiously watching her, touching her forehead from time to time.
‘I’m fine.‘ Yue Qing heard these words like a bolt of enlightenment, suddenly waking up. Everything that had happened over the past few days seemed to replay in front of his eyes. Finally, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to give Tang Ziyu a slap in the face.