After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After Rong Heng left, she and Si Jiu were the only ones left in the room.

Si Jiu was still lying on the bed like he was at the beginning, without any clothes on, but the gauze wrapped around his waist almost covered his entire upper body.

Wen Baizhi took out a small jar of ointment and scooped some into the palm of her hand.

Si Jiu still has scars on his face that have not been treated with medicine.

There are small bloodstains on his face. They don't look serious, but there are quite a few of them.

It actually made Si Jiu's already fair face look even whiter.

Wen Baizhi carefully used her fingertips to apply the medicine back and forth on Si Jiu's cheek.

Until this moment, I am quietly close to him.

Only then did Wen Baizhi feel that Si Jiu had finally returned to her side.

"This is really too risky, and it really scares me. If there is a next time, I would rather tell Qi Yan'an that I am Wen Bai, and then at most I will return the sword that didn't hit him three years ago. No matter what, I can't bear to see you tortured alone for so long again."

Wen Baizhi didn't know whether Si Jiu could hear her now, but she just wanted to say these words.

"Zijin, I used to think I was not afraid of anything, and that there would be no things or people that could hold me back, but that is no longer the case. In the past half month, I have truly experienced what it means to be unable to eat or sleep."

"I have only been through this short half month, and I was even able to see you twice. I still know that you are still alive, and I still have hope in my heart."

"But what about you three years ago? When Wen Bai died in battle, you collected her body with your own hands and cremated her. You witnessed her death with your own eyes and waited for her for three years. Zijin, how did you get through those three years?"

Wen Baizhi has never believed that there is such a thing as empathy in the world.

If you have not experienced what others have experienced, whether it is pain or happiness, you cannot truly understand what they feel.

But this time she really felt it.

Even if it's just for half a month.

She felt extremely desperate.

What’s more, it was Si Jiu at that time.

The ointment on her face was quickly applied and Wen Baizhi put it aside.

Then she leaned over to Si Jiu's face and blew air so that the ointment on his face could work and dry faster.

As the wind blew, because she was very close to Si Jiu, Wen Baizhi could immediately see clearly that Si Jiu's eyelashes were trembling.

Only then did she realize that Si Jiu had already woken up but was pretending not to be awake.

Although she didn't know what he was planning, Wen Baizhi didn't want to expose him just like that.

It's also great to have some kid-friendly fun with him.

So she began to talk deliberately to him again.

"Alas, I don't know if the scar on Zijin's face will leave a scar. If it does, will it look ugly? What should I do if it doesn't look good?"

Wen Baizhi said, "No, I'll go find Rong Heng and get some scar removal ointment. Otherwise, if I miss the time and can't remove the scar, what shall I do?"

She stood up and pretended to leave, reciting numbers in her mind.

On the count of three.

Si Jiu's hand grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go," he whispered.

Wen Baizhi smiled triumphantly, pretending to realize he had just woken up, and turned around and said:

"Zijin, you're awake."

Si Jiu had actually woken up when Rong Heng left.

But it was too painful when he applied the medicine, so he didn't want to speak immediately after waking up.

Plus, Wen Baizhi was also by his side, so he didn't want to move even more.

But he still couldn't get used to Wen Baizhi's closeness.

Every time Wen Baizhi blew air on his face, his heart also felt itchy.

He tried to open his eyes several times, but was too itchy to speak.

It was not until Wen Baizhi said she wanted to leave that he could no longer control himself and stopped her from leaving.

"I'm awake." Si Jiu's voice was still very low, probably because he vomited too much before and the stomach acid damaged his throat.

But these are not a big deal, they can all be cured.

Wen Baizhi couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so she sat back next to him, picked up his upper body, and let him lie on his legs like before.

"Zijin, you're home."

This is not the first time Wen Baizhi has said the word "home" to Si Jiu.

But every time Si Jiu heard it, his heart would warm, his nose would ache, and then his tears would roll down uncontrollably.

Si Jiu subconsciously wanted to wipe away his tears, but found that the palm of his hand was also bandaged.

Wen Baizhi saw his actions and helped him wipe away his tears while explaining:

"Your palms were rubbed and bleeding, so Rong Heng bandaged them for you. Zijin, to be honest, I thought I might have gotten used to seeing you injured.

Even if the injury is serious, I can get used to it, but I found that I was wrong, Zijin, no matter how many times I see it, I will never get used to you being injured, I will always feel very distressed. "

The most taboo thing between people in love is not expressing their true love for each other.

But Wen Baizhi won’t.

She is the one who has something to say.

After hearing this, Si Jiu cried even more.

It's like a small stream that can't be wiped clean.

When Wen Baizhi saw him like this, she wanted to cry for no reason.

But she didn't actually cry.

Otherwise, Si Jiu's attention would be drawn to her, and he would miss the opportunity to vent his emotions.

He has been locked up for too long and suffered too much injustice. Now he finally has an embrace that can accept all his vulnerabilities, and he should be allowed to vent.

Otherwise, I will be really frustrated.

So Wen Baizhi just gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing from him, and used her other hand to touch his hair.

Si Jiu's hair is still the same style that she combed it for him when she visited him.

It was just a little loose, hanging limply on the head.

Si Jiu was crying so hard that he felt Wen Baizhi touching his hair. He hiccuped and said, "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

I stayed in there for fifteen days without taking a proper shower or washing my hair. I was sweating all the time and I lay on the ground for so long. How could I not be dirty?

But Wen Baizhi didn't care: "You have applied a lot of ointment on the wounds on your body, but before applying the ointment, I also wiped it for you with a towel. I know you like cleanliness. When you feel a little better, I will take you to take a bath.

Your hair is fine, I'll ask Cuizhi to bring a basin over later, and you can lie on the bed while I wash your hair."

What Si Jiu loves most is his cleanliness.

Wen Baizhi understood and supported it.

It was just simple words, but they made Si Jiu feel the deep love and protection.

Wen Baizhi smiled and said, "Oh my, why are you crying again? My dear baby, don't cry anymore. Sister will hug you. Don't cry anymore."