captive skylark

Chapter 169 Who Is Worse

The hatred boils back to the sky, and if it sinks silently, it will turn into despair and sadness.

For the first time, Zhao Qingqing felt that the man in front of him was so pitiful, like a lone wolf imprisoned in a desperate situation, unable to break free, and unable to reconcile with herself, he could only hit his head badly.

After administering the needle, the doctor came back and said, "The girl's bleeding has stopped. Fortunately, she was rescued in time, and her fate is barely saved. It's just the fetus in the womb..."

He carefully glanced at Xie Heng's expression, and said in fear: "The medicinal properties of fennel are too strong, even if Hua Tuo is reborn, he will be helpless."

The child is gone.

With the expected answer, Xie Heng closed his eyes, then opened them slowly, with a deep and calm expression.

The maids walked past him one after another with their heads bowed, quietly, only the copper basin in their hands, the blood in it was gently swaying.

The red blood and the white handkerchief hurt his eyes bit by bit.

He remembered what she said with a pale face before she fainted, "It's just that I still hate my brother, so let him watch with my own eyes how the child in my womb dies..."

She does what she says.

Every pot of blood that passed in front of him was asking him: Do you...do you regret it?
He regretted not letting go of her, regretted not revealing her disguise at the beginning, regretted that he had been intimate with her "brother" and "sister" for so many years, and he was stuck in the mud, unable to extricate himself.

Whose fault is it?

Who is worse?

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the bitter pain in his throat was almost full, he finally couldn't bear it, stood up suddenly, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"grown ups!"

In the exclamation of everyone, he closed his eyes and fell heavily.

This is non-causality, and no one escapes it.

When he opened his eyes again, he was on the couch in the main courtyard, the crescent moon was extremely bright, Zhao Qingqing personally rolled up her sleeves, and served him with warm water twisting a handkerchief.

The fishy sweetness in his throat was still there, reminding him that a life had passed away quietly. He closed those painful eyes and opened them again, calm and gloomy, but his voice was unbelievably hoarse, "How is she?"

Zhao Qingqing knew that it was Yunxi he was asking, and replied calmly, "I haven't woken up yet. From yesterday to now, I have been fed two bowls of medicine, and her complexion has improved. The doctor said that she was already lacking in energy and blood, and she added more. For the redness of the disease, you need to take good medicine to take care of it, I am afraid that you will not be able to stay in bed for some days."

She is really the most virtuous lady in the world, she is neither jealous nor annoyed, and gently talks about another woman who is intimately related to her husband.

If her son-in-law is someone else, she really doesn't know how to be happy when she gets this virtuous wife.

But her son-in-law happened to be Xie Heng.

He didn't feel anything wrong at all, but with a soft "um", he propped himself up and lifted the quilt to get up.

"Husband." Zhao Qingqing put down the handkerchief in her hand, and came to persuade him, "Where is husband going? The doctor said that you are so angry that you can't get out of bed, you have to rest in peace."

Xie Heng avoids her outstretched hand, lays down on the bed by himself and puts on his coat, his tired face can't stop him from leaving, letting her worried eyes follow closely behind, as his disappearing figure gradually dim.

This is the first time, and soon there will be a second time, and a third time.

She watched him standing in front of Yunxi's couch every day, looking at her with a gloomy face, and her deep eyes were full of obscurity.

Also watched him feed the medicine himself, then twisted the handkerchief, and gently wiped the medicine stains on her lips.Extremely considerate, extremely cherished, as gentle as she imagined in her mind thousands of times.

It's just that the one lying on the couch is not her.

(End of this chapter)