Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Zhang Qiling was lying on the hospital bed. Wu Xie and Fatty were guarding him. They did not see that while he was in a coma, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Brother, I promise that every time I go out, I will sleep on your shoulder. I will never break my promise!"

She stretched out three fingers of her right hand and swore solemnly to the sky.

"My dear, you are so handsome, even more handsome than gods..."

The words she blurted out subconsciously made a faint blush appear on his face.

"She just wanted to kiss you..."

She pushed Huo Ling to the ground, a hint of anger vaguely visible on her indifferent face.

"The night-shining pearl is very big and it lights up. I'll give it to you..."

He remembered that she once said she was afraid of the dark, so he took down the largest night-shining pearl from the dome of the underwater tomb and put it in her hand.

"Brother, I'll show you an exciting game..."

She pulled out the soft sword wrapped around her waist and dragged him directly onto the floating sword. It was the first time that she took him flying with a sword, and he was so frightened that he didn't recover for a long time.

"Hanyan, you...wake up, it's time for us to go home..."

She used her own blood to draw a resurrection charm, at the cost of burning her own life, just to wake up his sleeping mother.

She wanted his mother to wake up and stay with him, talk to him, and call him by the name his mother had given him.

Because of this, she fell into a deep sleep, was in a coma for a year, and almost left him.

"Brother, come home with me? Okay?"

A tear slid down from the corner of her eye, crystal clear and silent.

"I want your newly acquired dragon's back."

She bought the black gold ancient sword and gave it to him.

"We won't kneel to it. How can we ask you to kneel to it?"

She grabbed him and threw the sword at the sarcophagus, with the tip of the sword firmly nailed into the pattern carved on the sarcophagus.

"As long as I stand by my brother's side, no matter who you are, don't even think of letting him suffer any injustice or look at my face!"

She stood beside him, looking coldly at the person standing opposite them, her words powerful.

"Brother, no matter what, I will never leave you alone. We will always be together."

In the Xisha Sea, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, her every frown and smile was touching, and the azure sea witnessed their first embrace.

"Brother, you are so thoughtful. I like you so much..."

She chuckled, threw herself into his arms, put her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

"Listen carefully, little brother. If you make any decision on your own, I will never talk to you again!"

She stared at him intently, with a faint light in her eyes, hazy and sad.

At dusk, the sun sets, the sky is filled with sunset glow, and the afterglow coats everything on the earth with a layer of golden color, brilliant as a painting.

Zhang Qiling, who had been in a coma for a long time, slowly opened his eyes. The hazy dream seemed to still linger before his eyes, making people unable to help but indulge in it.

"Brother, you're awake!"

Wu Xie pushed the door open, ran over happily, stood beside the bed and stared at him quietly.

He seemed to have not yet woken up from those past dreams. His pair of frightened eyes moved slightly and he muttered to himself, looking pitiful.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his face turned pale, veins popped out on his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat seeped out.

"Where's Hanyan! Where is Hanyan!"

Seeing that Wu Xie did not answer, Zhang Qiling jumped up from the bed, stepped barefoot on the cold ground and ran outside.

"Brother! Put on your shoes!"

Wu Xie bent down, picked up his shoes, and chased out, grabbing Zhang Qiling who was wandering in the corridor at a loss, and stopped him from going any further.

"I'll take you there. Put on your shoes first."

Wu Xie placed his shoes at Zhang Qiling's feet, waited for him to put them on before letting go of his hand and walking in front to lead the way.

He took Zhang Qiling and took the elevator to the top floor of the hospital. The top floor was empty and only one or two doctors and nurses could be seen occasionally.

"Xiaohua said that Hanyan needed a quiet environment to recuperate, so her ward was arranged on the top floor. She lives alone on the top floor."

Wu Xie walked to the door of the ward and stopped. He turned the door handle, pushed open the door, and motioned Zhang Qiling to go in and take a look.

Zhang Qiling walked into the ward. The window in the room was half open. A breeze was blowing, and the pink curtains around the bed were dancing in the wind.

On the hospital bed, there was no trace of redness on Zhang Hanyan's slightly frail face, only a sickly paleness, and her lips were not very bloody.

Only the faint sight of her chest rising and falling proved that she was still alive.

Zhang Qiling walked towards her step by step. The scene before him began to overlap with the scene in the Lama Temple in Medog that year. His heart was beating wildly and his neck was stiff from excessive tension.

"Han Yan...Yan Yan..."

He gently held her hand. Her hand was as cold as water, no longer the warm and burning skin that he always had in his memory.

A trace of pain flashed in Zhang Qiling's eyes, and the scene before him made him feel extremely heartbroken and desperate.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. He was very scared that she would never wake up again.

The sky gradually darkened, and dark clouds floated everywhere. He sat beside the bed, waiting motionlessly.

Wu Xie stood at the door, looking at Zhang Qiling who was guarding the bedside. In his eyes, even his back revealed deep sadness and despair.

He sighed softly, closed the door gently, and sat on the bench at the door.

"Tian Zhen, what are you doing sitting here? Where's the little brother? I didn't see him when I went to the ward just now."

Fatty walked up to Wu Xie carrying a thermos bucket and asked in a deliberately lowered voice.

Wu Xie raised his hand and pointed at the door of the ward beside him, "Brother is guarding Han Yan in there, hey... don't go in, it's uncomfortable to see."

His words startled the fat man for a moment. He frowned and walked over to sit beside him.

"Hey... Tian Zhen, when do you think Han Yan will wake up? It's been more than half a month, and she has lost weight every day with just a few nutrient solutions."

"I don't know, Fatty. Tell me, how did Han Yan save us? Why was she so badly injured?"

The fat man glanced at Wu Xie indifferently, leaned back in the chair, and his face showed a helpless look.

"Tian Zhen, you have asked this question at least nine times out of ten. Fatty, I really don't know. I'm afraid no one knows except Han Yan herself."

The two sat on the bench in silence, and no one spoke again until the clock hanging on the wall pointed to ten o'clock and started ticking.

The elevator door opened, and Xie Yuchen and Huo Xiuxiu walked towards them together, followed by several doctors and nurses.