Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Hearing the noise coming from their house, the others hurried over.

"What happened?!"

Only then did she let go and turned her head away stubbornly.

The bitten skin had a circle of red and purple teeth marks, and the blood was almost seeping out.

He still held her patiently, and comforted her tenderly, "Yu'er, eat it, and I'll go with you. You can take it anywhere, okay?"

She didn't say anything. Zhou Yian looked at her angry face like a child. It seemed that he was right.

Seeing that she refused to speak, he thought of something, "I'll eat with Yu'er, okay?"

Hearing this, she finally reacted and turned to look at him.

Zhou Yian, Xiao Wenshu, and Qian Yun were all stunned at the same time and wanted to stop it.

This is medicine!

Just when I thought she would stop me, she smiled happily and said, "Okay, if you accompany me, I will eat."

"Okay, I'll accompany Yu'er."

"Palace..." They wanted to persuade him, but were interrupted by him.

He poured out two black pills and swallowed them together with her.

After drinking the water, she was about to get up and go out again, but he took her hand and went with her.

"Where do you want to go, Yu'er?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Go practice swordplay."

"Okay, I'll accompany Yu'er."

"Okay." She agreed readily, but then she remembered something, "You're busy, so you probably don't have time."

Without waiting for his response, she broke free from his hand and ran towards Xiao Wenshu, "Wenshu, practice swordplay with me."

Xiao Wenshu looked at his brother in shock, as if asking him what he meant with his eyes.

After getting his affirmation, I agreed.

He understood that Yu'er just didn't want to be alone with him.

During this period, he followed her closely, paying attention to the time, reminding her to rest, and accompanying her in playing.

He held her hand and she did not struggle, but she never took the initiative to talk to him, let alone call his name.

His broken heart seemed to be dripping with blood, but he knew that Yu'er had endured much more than that.

In the evening, the two returned to the house.

"Yu'er, it's already late, can we go home?"

She turned her eyes to him and murmured, "I have no home."

Upon hearing this, he was stunned. After the harsh words he spoke to her yesterday, could such a place still be called home?

"Yuer..."

When I came to my senses, she had already gone to take a shower. No chance to apologize, nothing.

For fear that her wound might come into contact with water, she asked someone to call Zhou Yian over.

After cleaning up and re-bandaging herself, she lay down on the bed.

"Yuer...I'll be back soon."

She smiled and nodded, and only after she lay down did he and Zhou Yian come over to her side.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Yu'er didn't mention what happened yesterday, and didn't even say much."

He couldn't determine her physical condition, whether she was in pain or feeling sad. He had no idea.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. As long as she can take the medicine, it's fine."

"Okay, I will stay with her. Let's go back." He turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

"Your Highness, your hand."

He did not stop, but simply responded, "Nothing."

Zhou Yian didn't say anything else. Perhaps, deep feelings are inherently full of difficulties.

When he returned to the room, she had already fallen asleep, with her back to him, and she could feel nothing except her steady breathing.

Yu'er often waits for him, feeling both distressed and warm. Has she already forgotten how to forgive herself?

Instantly, he suppressed this horrible thought, lying on his side and holding her tightly in his arms.

Only in this way can I tell myself that she is not far away.

She loves herself, she's just... angry.

In the middle of the night, he woke up in a daze and felt the coolness on his arm.

She was half leaning over the bed, lighting a slightly cool candle, and carefully applying medicine to the wound on his hand.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief.

Is it a dream? Is he dreaming?

But before I could feel surprised, I noticed the tears on her cheeks, and my heart sank again.

"Yuer..."

"Don't move." She scolded softly, and both her expression and tone were completely different from during the day.

"Okay." He agreed obediently, but with his other hand he wiped the tears from her cheeks with concern.

He thought she wouldn't care about him anymore and didn't want him anymore.

It turned out that she still had him in her heart.

After she had bandaged him, he sat up and asked, "Yu'er, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Unfortunately, she did not respond to this question and remained silent for a moment.

"Yan Qing."

Hearing her call his name, warmth flowed into his body, but the following words froze his blood.

"I'm not going back."

He was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"Why...why?" Does that mean you won't go back to the palace?

"I won't ask about Yan Qing's affairs, and Yan Qing shouldn't ask about my affairs, that's all."

He panicked, he didn't understand what this meant, was she trying to stay away from him? Or, had he lost the right to have her?

"no!"

"Yuer, you can punish me in any way you want because I made a mistake, but... please don't push me away, okay?" He held her cheeks, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry Yu'er... I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If you're angry, just scold me and hit me, just like today, Yu'er..."

She looked at his pupils washed by tears, feeling indescribable heartache.

Were all his tears because of her? She didn't want him to be sad, she didn't want him to be like this.

Seeing that she didn't respond or change her decision, he could only hold her in his arms, apologize over and over again, and admit that it was his fault over and over again.

But for some reason, even though he was holding her, she didn't feel the warmth she used to.

She felt so sad and hurt. She was determined to keep this love at all costs. Was it because she couldn't feel the warmth? Or was it because Yan Qing's warmth was gone?

If it's gone, if love is gone, what should she do? Can she still live?

"Yu'er... I don't know if it still makes sense to say this now. I love you, and that has never changed."

"Love..." She murmured repeatedly, "Will Yan Qing still love me like before?"

Before he could answer, she had already come up with the answer, "No, love has been ruined."

He let go of her hand and looked at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks in panic, "No, nothing has changed. I love you, I will make it up and love Yuer even more."

"make up?"

How can I make up for it? Once the warmth is gone, can I get it back?

"I will send her back to Fuling, and for the mistakes I made, I will..."

Suddenly, she reached out and pushed his arms away, "Yan Qing, it doesn't make sense for me to force yourself to make this decision."

"Yuer, I didn't...I..."

"Yan Qing said that I don't understand family affection. I tried my best to understand. She is your family. You have her in your heart. It is a position that I can never replace."

"No..." The words he said were already engraved in her heart, and no matter how much he refuted it now, it was all pale and powerless.

"I was the one who said the nonsense. Yu'er is irreplaceable in my heart. I love you, differently from everyone else."

Her heart ached again and again, and the hot tears on his face slid across the skin that her fingers touched.

Yan Qing, whether you love me or not, I will continue to love you. It’s just the difference between death and life. We live together and die together.

Suddenly, she leaned on his shoulder as if weightless, half bent her body, frowning.

"What's wrong, Yu'er?!" He was panicked.

"Does it hurt anywhere?!"

"pain…"

I noticed that she was covering her chest, so I quickly took out some medicine and water and fed them into her mouth.

After seeing that she had eaten, he carried her back to bed.

"Yu'er, hold on a little, it will be fine soon, soon... soon..." He hugged her tightly, and comforted her again and again with his anxious heart.

"It hurts so much..." She closed her eyes tightly, clutching his shirt on her chest with her hands, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

"Hold on a little longer, the pain will go away soon..."

He was the one who made the mistake, but she had to bear the pain. How could he make up for these mistakes?