After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu pushed his wheelchair out by himself.

No one knew how far he had to walk alone in a wheelchair to get out of the palace.

Only then can you finally meet Wen Baizhi.

When his figure appeared in Wen Baizhi's sight for the first second, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and ran towards him regardless of anything.

The distance was not long, but Wen Baizhi felt as if many years had passed between them.

She could finally hold her lover again.

"Zijin, Zijin."

As soon as she reached Si Jiu, Wen Baizhi couldn't help but bend down and hug his shoulders.

All the strength that Si Jiu had been holding on to disappeared the moment Wen Baizhi hugged him.

His hands were already rubbed and bleeding from turning the wheel so hard.

When he let go of his hands, his hands were shaking unconsciously.

But Si Jiu didn't care about all that, he just wanted to hug Bai Bai back.

"in vain."

It seemed like a name that could only be called out after a long time.

"Hey." Wen Baizhi agreed sweetly, then stood up and walked behind Si Jiu, "Let's go home first."

Wen Baizhi is the only person Si Jiu can trust with all his heart.

Only in front of her could Si Jiu take off all his disguises and pretend to be nothing more than a fool, and freely display his helplessness.

Come back home.

What a beautiful word.

Just when Ping'an took Si Jiu's wheelchair and they were about to get on the carriage, Wen Baizhi found out why Si Jiu came out in a wheelchair.

It turned out that his calf was badly injured.

His clothes were torn and bloodstained, and he looked seriously injured.

Fortunately, she was so immersed in the joy of Si Jiu's coming out that she ignored such a serious injury.

Si Jiu didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"I'm sorry, Baibai, I really can't stand up." He even apologized to Wen Baizhi for this.

Wen Baizhi felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew that Si Jiu must have suffered a lot of injuries, far more than just the one on his legs.

"Silly, why are you apologizing to me for this? Didn't I tell you that you never need to apologize to me?"

As she said that, she asked Ping'an to help carry Si Jiu into the car.

The carriage was equipped with the same set that Si Jiu usually used before.

There was a warm and soft quilt on the couch.

Si Jiu was carefully hidden under the quilt by Wen Baizhi.

"Let's go home and ask Rong Heng to help you. Don't be afraid of anything. I will face it with you."

Just by feeling the long-lost warmth and Wen Baizhi's loving gaze, Si Jiu wanted to cry for no reason.

"it is good."

As the words fell, Si Jiu shed a tear.

The carriage had already started moving.

There were only two of them in the carriage.

When Wen Baizhi saw Si Jiu crying, she couldn't help herself.

She hugged Si Jiu's thinner body, not caring at all about the dirt on his body, buried her face in his shoulder, and started crying.

"Zijin, you finally came out. You don't know how I got through these days."

Si Jiu's hands were swollen and painful, but he still put his hands on Wen Baizhi's waist.

"I know, how could I not know?"

He missed Wen Baizhi as much as Wen Baizhi missed him.

People in love are all the same in missing each other.

Si Jiu's tears fell drop by drop.

Happy days are so rare that just thinking about them makes people want to cry.

Both of them were crying silently, and no one spoke for a while.

It seemed like no one wanted to break up this hard-earned reunion.

But as time passed, Si Jiu gradually became unable to sit still.

In fact, he couldn't even stand up, let alone have the strength to push a wheelchair all the way out of the palace.

All this was thanks to him taking the last pill that Rong Heng prepared for him.

Now that the effect of the medicine has slowly worn off, the pain Si Jiu felt before has returned once again.

There are even more serious trends.

Hearing Si Jiu groan in her arms, Wen Baizhi hurriedly let go of him and checked on him.

"Zi Jin?"

Si Jiu knew that he would not be able to bear it after the effect of the medicine wore off. He was worried that Wen Baizhi would be sad when she saw him later, so he planned to tell her in advance.

"Baibai, if I'm in a lot of pain later, I might do something rude because of the pain. Don't worry, that's normal. I'm fine."

Even at this time, he was still worried about Wen Baizhi's mood.

"Zijin, no matter what you look like, even if you keep screaming in pain and rolling on the ground, I don't mind. I will only feel sorry for you and hate myself for not being able to heal you, or even suffer for you."

These are all Wen Baizhi's true words.

When Si Jiu heard his lover say this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

But the next second, before he could laugh, the pain all over his body came rushing up like a tide.

At this moment, the pain in his stomach, the pain in his back, the pain in his legs, the pain in every part of his body all penetrated into Si Jiu's body like nails, making him scream out in pain.

"Ugh...ah...it hurts..."

Si Jiu's hands couldn't even press all the painful spots on his body at the same time.

Because he was in so many painful places.

Wen Baizhi rarely saw Si Jiu express his pain so bluntly.

So she was a little at a loss for a moment. She knelt in front of Si Jiu, not knowing where to put her hands on his body.

Because he looked like he was in pain, she was worried that she would hurt his wound further if she was too harsh.

But Si Jiu didn't know what Wen Baizhi was thinking.

He just felt wronged and wondered if it was because he was dirty and smelly that Wen Baizhi didn't even touch him.

He also knew that what he was doing now was not very decent.

But he just needed Wen Baizhi's touch.

He craved her touch.

Then, Wen Baizhi saw Si Jiu arching his body, shaking his head, and rubbing her arm tentatively.

Seeing that she didn't respond, he buried his head in her arms.

"It hurts, Baibai, it hurts."

Si Jiu is acting coquettishly.

I haven't seen him act so coquettishly in a long time.

Wen Baizhi realized belatedly that he was seeking her comfort and embrace.

Now she no longer worried about hurting him, but instead followed each other's wishes and carefully hugged Si Jiu's upper body, letting his face rest against her thigh.

"It's okay, Zijin, let's go home and I'll take you to see a doctor. The pain will go away soon. It's okay."

Si Jiu lay on Wen Baizhi's thighs, just like every time before, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Although his body was still in severe pain, at least there was someone to support his falling body and soul.

This was the moment that made him feel most at ease.

The scars on Si Jiu's face had not healed yet, and his exposed wrists were still covered with scars.

Now the calf is injured again.

Wen Baizhi didn't even dare to think about how many wounds he still had on his body.