Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

 “Fly...fly—”

 In the sunshine, the little girl who got her wish imitated the movements of the bird, giggling and waving her arms excitedly, as if she was flying.

 Fly and fly, fly and fly, she likes to fly.

The wind blew past her bright and bright smile and her beautiful dress. At that moment, everything seemed to be eclipsed.

　　The sunshine was not half as bright as her smile, and the peach blossoms on the tree quietly bloomed in her laughter, revealing their spring color.

The petals are in full bloom, the buds are sprouting, she is laughing, and the world seems to be laughing too.

Quietly, he stared at her, and touched her lovingly and tenderly with his invisible big hands, gently.

　That time was like a dream.

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 However, the good times did not last long, and the little princess fell ill again.

　　When she was about to be seven years old and was about to celebrate her birthday, a sudden illness made her fall ill and she could no longer get out of bed.

 The high fever bothered her and wouldn't go away day by day.

She started to cough, and she coughed every day, and the cough became more and more serious. The flesh that had been built up on her face was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The medical officer stayed by her bedside day and night, never leaving.

The medicine was delivered day by day without interruption, but her face became paler day by day.

She became increasingly lethargic, unable to eat, and often vomited medicine as soon as she drank it.

 At the worst point, she could not even speak and had no strength.

The little body was lying on the bed, as thin as a piece of paper. Only the weak coughing sound that came from time to time could prove that she was still alive and breathing. When the medical officers who took turns guarding the bed came out, they all shook their heads, indicating that there was nothing they could do.

The leader, the medical officer with the most exquisite medical skills, even used a tactful tone and said: "Forgive me for my incompetence. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness... she has to make preparations for her funeral."

 In one sentence, it was equivalent to giving the little princess a death sentence—a death sentence without any room for mercy.

The moment the words fell, the queen cried until she fainted. Ruoyang's eyes suddenly turned red. Ruoyang even cried out: "No, it won't happen."

He grabbed the leader of the medical officers and cried out: "Save her! No matter what medicine is used - I don't care -"

 “Your Highness…”

"Save her! You must save her!" Ruanyang's eyes were red and she wiped her tears in a panic. "No matter what medicine you want to use, you tell me what you want to use. I'll find it. Dragon bone, snow lotus, wild ginseng, you tell me, If you want anything, I’ll go find it—”

The king who was waiting at the door had a sullen face and said nothing. He suddenly turned around, fluttered his sleeves and strode away.

“Dad—” Yu Li stood there, looking at Yu Yang and then at her fainted mother, her eyes were red and she was at a loss.

 “Brother Yang…”

Yuyang pushed the medical officer away and rushed into Ruisi's room.

The windows in Yusi's room were tightly closed, and everything was closed tightly, not letting in a breath of wind. The dull smell of Chinese medicine was so strong that it made people nauseous just taking a breath.

Yanyang ran to Yusi's bed, knelt down beside her bed, and grabbed her hand - a hand that was cold and thin, so soft that it seemed like it was about to melt.

"Si Si..." He kept wiping his tears, but he couldn't hold them back.

He wanted to call her, but the sound he made was extremely choked and difficult, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

 Death is still too unfamiliar to him.

 That's clear—just a word in a book.

 When it comes to becoming a reality, he simply cannot imagine it and cannot accept it.