NFBE Chapter 193
Chapter 193
Why didn't he notice before that their postures were always so ambiguous?
The blush that had just faded from her face reappeared, her mind was disturbed, she could no longer concentrate, and her breathing became erratic.
The woman noticed he was lost in thought and gently tapped his head.
"Seriously."
Liu Qishan turned his head in a panic, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two hands clasped tightly together. As if he had been burned, he quickly pulled his hand back.
The brush fell onto the paper, and the black ink spread out in a large area, ruining what had just been written.
The woman paused slightly, looking at the two destroyed lines of poetry, and remained silent.
Liu Qishan stood up and quickly apologized to her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
The woman shook her head. "It's alright, let's continue."
As she spoke, she suddenly coughed again. Liu Qishan quickly helped her sit down, looking somewhat anxious.
"Are you ok?"
The woman waved her hand, as if nothing was wrong, and said, "I'm fine, but I'm a little tired today. You should go back first."
Liu Qishan paused, then nodded somewhat dejectedly.
"Okay... then you get some rest, I'll come see you again in a couple of days."
Before leaving, he glanced back at the poem he had destroyed on the table, looking annoyed. He then noticed the woman leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, her face as transparent as paper, looking extremely weak, as if she would dissipate with a gust of wind and could not be grasped at all.
He disliked this feeling intensely, shook his head, and tried to dispel it. He regretted his momentary lapse in concentration even more. Would she be angry?
I can only make her another kite next time to apologize.
Nalan Jingwen watched Liu Qishan leave, leaving only the woman in the room once again. She suddenly started coughing again, this time more violently than before. Her eyes turned red, and her face became increasingly translucent, as if she were about to cough her ribs off.
Nalan Jing frowned upon hearing this and wanted to step forward to support her, but after taking two steps, he abruptly stopped.
The woman gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, her veins bulging with strength, clearly in great pain. Her other hand covered her mouth, a trickle of bright red blood seeping through her fingers and dripping onto the Xuan paper on the table, mingling with the spreading ink.
It's completely invisible now.
She finally stopped coughing, slumped into the chair, closed her eyes, and let her hands hang limply at her sides. Blood dripped from her fingertips, but she was completely unaware of it.
The scene before him suddenly flipped, and he felt dizzy. Nalan Jingwen instinctively reached out to steady himself.
She looked up again and found the room empty. She frowned, climbed through the window, and went to the desk.
The Xuan paper that had just been used was still neatly placed on the table, and even the places stained with ink and blood were unchanged.
She picked up the poem; the ink on the paper had dried, and she couldn't see the two ruined lines clearly, yet for some reason, she unconsciously read them aloud.
"I wish to be a beast in the distance, walking side by side with you every step of the way."
"I wish to be a tree in the deep mountains, with branches intertwined and growing together."
Isn't this the poem that Liu Qishan recited when he was in the cave?
Nalan Jingwen frowned, thought for a moment, then picked up his pen and rewrote the two lines of poetry in the blank space beside him.
As soon as she finished writing, the scene before her eyes spun again. When she saw people, she immediately hid behind a screen.
"Master, I'm afraid Miss won't last three months."
A sigh rang in Nalan Jingwen's ears. She looked over and saw a doctor standing in front of the bed. Lying on the bed was a woman who looked exactly like her, and a middle-aged woman was standing next to her, with a middle-aged man beside her.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man staggered a few steps, and the middle-aged woman reached out to support him. He fell into the woman's arms, completely distraught.
"How could this happen... Is there really no other way?"
"My Wen'er is only twenty years old, she's only twenty years old, how could she be dying?"
The middle-aged man choked up, tears streaming down his face.
"It's all my fault. I didn't give Wen'er a healthy body. It's all my fault!"
"Why is God so cruel? I only have this one daughter, why must He take her away!"
"If you're going to take a life, take mine! Why are you taking my daughter's life?!"
He cried his heart out, clutching his clothes tightly to his chest.
The middle-aged woman hugged him, supporting his body, her expression solemn and sorrowful, with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Is there really no other way?"
The doctor felt a pang of pity, but still shook his head. "We've exhausted all methods. Miss's body has reached its limit. We can't push her any further. Let's make her happy for these last three months."
The middle-aged woman nodded, looking at the woman on the bed with reluctance in her eyes, her hands trembling slightly as she held her husband.
"I know, let's go."
The doctor bowed and withdrew. The middle-aged man cried uncontrollably, pounding his fist on the woman's body. "What can we do? Why is our daughter so unlucky? She's only twenty years old! Wen'er is our only daughter!"
"If Wen'er is gone, I won't live either!!"
The middle-aged woman frowned and said in a deep voice, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"She's your daughter too! Are you just going to stand by and watch her die?!"
"What can I do? Wen'er is my daughter. How can I not be heartbroken?"
The man cried his heart out, his body went limp and he collapsed onto the woman, eventually fainting from the grief.
The middle-aged woman quickly picked him up, her expression panicked. "Someone, call a doctor! Someone come quick!"
Nalan Jing heard them leave before she came out from behind the screen, walked to the bedside, and looked at the woman who looked exactly like her.
He reached out and felt her pulse; it was almost imperceptible, her breath was faint.
Nalan Jingwen frowned slightly and withdrew her hand. Footsteps sounded outside the door again, and she quickly hid.
The woman who had just entered was the middle-aged woman.
She walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at the woman lying on the bed, sighing and wiping away her tears.
"Wen'er, what will your father do if you leave? Are you really willing to abandon us?"
Wen'er was also her daughter. How could she not be saddened to see her child die?
But she is the head of the family. If she falls ill, what will happen to the family?
If she could, she would rather die in her daughter's place.
The woman on the bed fluttered her eyelashes slightly, then slowly opened her eyes. She turned to look at the middle-aged woman beside the bed, her lips slightly parted, "Mother..."
Upon hearing the sound, the middle-aged woman quickly wiped away her tears and grabbed her daughter's hand.
"Mother is here. Wen'er is awake? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"
The woman shook her head and smiled.
"Mother, your son is unfilial... I will not be able to serve you by your side from now on, please forgive me..."
Tears streamed down the middle-aged woman's face again as she said in a trembling voice, "Why say all this? You'll get better. I'll find you the best doctor in the world and make sure you recover!"