Translator: TheWhiteBook
Proofreader/editor: Cheese
Bai Weiwei’s countenance was grim, “Don’t say it.”
His voice was malicious, “Experiencing the feeling of a stolen heart? Tormented day and night, being tortured just like this. The Jun Buyan you like does not exist, that man was me from beginning to end.”
Bai Weiwei’s voice became sharp, “Don’t say it, Mu Yanjun.”
Mu Yanjun grabbed her by the chin and did not allow her eyes to deviate from him.
“If I want to torture a person, I must to torture to the end. You are not afraid of physical torture, now that your heart has surrendered, how is the taste?”
The tears in Bai Weiwei’s eyes fell and rolled down onto his fingers. As if being touched by the tip of a knife, it was almost painful enough to draw blood.
Mu Yanjun was heartbroken and suffering, but he needed to drag her down to hell as well.
Only then would she lack the necessary strength to escape him again.
“I’ve been lying to you the whole time, since I know that you like people like Jun Buyan, it was simple to pretend to be such a person.”
“You hate me, I hate you too.”
At the end of Mu Yanjun’s diatribe, his eyes began to turn red.
“You’re from the Bai family, ruining all the most important things in my life. And I’ve killed your whole family and made you fall to the point of this deprivation. We should have been enemies.”
They were originally enemies.
They should hate each other.
How could he fall in love with her?
How could it be?
Mu Yanjun’s fingers gently caressed her face, there was a kind of desperate madness in his expression.
“If I’m not Jun Buyan and not worthy of your love, then hate me, I don’t care anyway. You will not be able to escape me. If you try to seek death, I will kill the little Emperor, and then go to find you myself.”
His words were absolutely decisive, there was no way out.
“Don’t even think about running away from me on the yellow spring road.”
Bai Weiwei finally couldn’t stand it. She opened her mouth intent on saying something, but a mouthful of blood just gushed out.
Her hemoptysis was having an episode.
Mu Yanjun panicked, “Weiwei.”
But Bai Weiwei’s complexion was ashen, and coughed as if she was tearing her heart and lungs up. Blood stained the quilt red.
Mu Yanjun mind and spirit cracked, he reached out to quickly pick up his clothes below the bed. From the inside he took out the last remaining heart protecting pill.
This heart protecting pill medicine’s raw materials were too difficult to find, so after he fed Bai Weiwei what he had on hand, there were no more.
The medicine was placed inside Bai Weiwei’s mouth, but she leaned over the bedside, and the mouthful of medicine was coughed out with the blood.
Mu Yanjun was extremely frightened by this.
He was just about to carry her to seek medical attention, but Bai Weiwei suddenly raised her head. Her complexion was pale, and her lips were stained red with blood were beautiful.
“Roll.”
She said coldly.
Mu Yanjun went rigid over his body, only thought the look from her hateful eyes, brought him terrible suffering.
“Let’s see the doctor first…”
Bai Weiwei gritted her teeth, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, she shouted.
“Mu Yanjun, just leave. Get out!”
Mu Yanjun just lost all of his momentum, defeated by her hopeless appearance at the moment.
He bent over to pick up her clothes, and in a flash put them on her body. He wore his clothes as well.
Then forcefully held Bai Weiwei together with the quilt, and ran out as fast as he could.
Once Bai Weiwei’s hemoptysis symptoms flared up, her life was in danger.
Back in the palace, he looked for an imperial doctor to give her medicine, after such a series of chaotic events.
In the end, the situation stabilized.
But the imperial doctor had a difficult expression as he said to Mu Yanjun: “The situation doesn’t look good, Du Zhu.”
Mu Yanjun sat by the bed, holding the sleeping Bai Weiwei’s hand, raised his eyes after hearing those words.
The imperial doctor hardened his heart and said: “The lady’s life… can’t be saved, ah.”
