die for

"Do you think this dark and bitter soup can be effective? Or do you simply think that the bitter taste of good medicine is good for the disease, and it can comfort yourself even if it doesn't work?" Ruan Qingjue held the medicine bowl with her back to Bai Lin and gritted her teeth in agony.

His left wrist was still locked with a chain, and the other end of the chain was buckled in a ring on the floor in the corner.

He couldn't believe that Bai Lin was acting on a whim.

Ruan Qingjue leaned half against the wall with her eyes closed, her silvery white hair was blown by the wind outside the window beside her, brushing her flushed face.

He listened to the crisp sound of the chains colliding, and when Bai Lin was not paying attention, he let go of a diseased fly and let go.

Bai Lin coaxed all the maids at the door away, closed the window in front of Ruan Qingjue, and said angrily, "You're still sick."

He knelt down on one knee and pressed his forehead against the other's.

They were so close that Ruan Qingjue could easily smell the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on Bai Lin's body.

"You really have to go back and lie down?"

"If I keep my body tense, maybe I can sit with you for a while longer."

"Sit on the floor?" Bai Lin turned over and sat beside him. Both of them were sitting on the floor, but each had their own scenery.

Ruan Qingjue drank the concoction without saying a word.

He rested his chin and half-closed his eyes, not knowing where his thoughts had wandered. "I haven't been sick for many years... I'm sick to death."

"Didn't you get sick before?" Bai Lin thought, he fell in love with someone because of a dream, trapped him around him like a ghost, is it true?

Looking back on the past few months of getting along, he still didn't know anything about Ruan Qingjue.

The window sash was pushed open by Ruan Qingjue, just enough to see the wind-pressed weeping willows, leaving a silhouette on the ground.

Ruan Qingjue's head was slightly lowered, her eyes could hardly be opened.He said, "Bai Lin, you have to be upright, don't be like..."

He fell asleep so fast that he didn't have time to finish the last few words, and Bai Lin didn't guess what those words were until he died.

Ruan Qingjue fell to the ground with a bang, but Bai Lin didn't care about him.

Bai Lin looked down at him, only indifference remained on that sometimes willful and sometimes innocent face.

That's what he should look like as a prince.

The king of the Chen Dynasty believed in gods and respected gods for a long time. If the disaster in the imperial city was indeed caused by gods, then the world will change.

I just don't know if he can get into the eyes of the gods and keep the Bai family.

Bai Lin tucked in the quilt for someone, and when he went out, someone was already waiting outside.