Travel To The World Of Ca Li
The Determination That Suppresses Selfishness
'Ugh..' Her ringis with a flushed runny nose. The scraping sound of the robe she was wearing rang out as the girl hurriedly turned around to hide a sick face that did not deserve to be shown to an Emperor.
"Eum. forgive the impoliteness of the servant, Your Majesty." His voice that squeaked nervously held the air awkwardly. Its formal back mention seems to draw boundaries.
According to the unwritten rule, all those who came face to face with the Emperor had to show their best performance which could be interpreted as a form of respecting and maintaining the dignity of the Empire. How could he sneeze right in front of an Emperor's face? It is the same as showing a diseased face that violates.
Xia Qian Che looked at the skinny back that was behind him with a faint glint of a smile, "We are not in the Palace, so there is no need for such a mention." Her speech.
Xiu Qixuan nodded, not wanting to speak any further due to exhaustion as well as her heavy head. He stood up to approach a large rock in the corner of the cave. "Then I'll rest a little while." Speak it briefly.
As he moved, the long hair that dangled was revealed showing deep scratches on the delicate skin of his neck. "Wait!" Xia Qian Che's voice rang out loudly to hold back his steps that moved forward.
Xiu Qixuan immediately turned around with a slight tilt of her face putting on a questionable look.
In front there was Xia Qian Che who moved to approach with a serious stiff face. The man slowly stepped up and stood right before the frowning Xiu Qixuan in confusion.
Those sturdy fingers were slowly stretched out to touch the gently and lightly blackened scratches of the wound. "Your wounds?" His voice was flat but hid the anxiety syrup in his eyes.
Sensing an uncomfortable sensation, Xiu Qixuan immediately stepped back to avoid further touching.
"Ah, this is just a small scratch. No need to worry." Said Xiu Qixuan lightly with his hands palpating the wound. It was a scar from Mozi's demonic sword.
He had already suppressed the bleeding with the power of his life aura but it was not easy to directly heal the wounds from the demonic power.
The fever that was engulfing his body at the moment, could also be estimated because the essence of the life aura in his body rejected the existence of the demon essence from the wound like an immune system that was fighting a virus.
A long sigh of relief was heard as Xia Qian Che looked at the girl's face with an unusual look. "Wear it!" he threw a handkerchief with his commanding voice.
Xiu Qixuan caught the handkerchief throw with a reflex movement. Without speaking anything because he was lazy, he did not refuse to immediately tie the handkerchief to bandage his wound.
On the other hand, Xia Qian Che stepped into the corner of the cave which contained a large stone. He took off his hairy robe and spread it over the rocks.
After tying a handkerchief to bandage his wound, Xiu Qixuan was stunned when she saw Xia Qian Che's unusual behavior.
Here is so cold to be seen in the corner of the cave wall that froze like ice. Xia Qian Che could freeze to death by removing the robe, right?
The girl's lips slowly knitted upwards to speak but were interrupted first because of Xia Qian Che's audible voice.
"You rest here." His orders softly.
Seeing that the girl gave no response and instead looked at her with a skeptical look full of doubt, making Xia Qian Che slightly understand to return the voice, "Warfare is colder, this is not a big thing." He said convincingly full of indifferent sirat.
"Now go to sleep." He continued, withdrawing Xiu Qixuan's hand.
Feeling the cold touch of a fist on her forehead made the girl squirm consciously but with her eyes still closed.
"His fever has not yet come down." The murmur full of complaints sounded slowly along with a long breath. It was Xia Qian Che's voice. Huh, maybe he doesn't want to be bothered anymore on their way home.
Moments later Xiu Qixuan's eyelids slightly opened, the girl initially wanted to tell him that this was not a matter of concern, she wanted to say that she was in good condition to continue the journey.
But, his initial desire to say became floating and slowly disappeared when he saw Xia Qian Che's figure that exuded an impression of loneliness.
Under the shadow of the red mist from the small fire that was slowly dimming. His figure looked like a painting of helplessness.
The sturdy back that is usually perpendicular gives the impression of arrogance is replaced with a sad arch. The fist that was usually always so strong seemed to scavenge helplessly grasping a simple jade carving. The sharp black eyes drifted away with a bitter spotlight full of yearning.
He slowly brought the simple jade hanger closer to the face. His eyes closed as his lips lightly tainted the jade carving.
The helplessness of the bitterness of yearning slowly disappeared as the smile that hid strength re-scattered like a flower in the spring.
As if by peeping the relic of the figure he loves is a source of strength to continue pretending.
Because of all these things he always did to remember the woman who gave birth to two tiny babies who have now grown into healthy toddlers and smart, the figure of Qiaofeng who always lives in the mind as well as memories, and a mother figure for her two children.
In the silence Xiu Qixuan was stunned, the guilt that brought regret slowly overflowing made her heart like it was pierced by thousands of invisible needles.
This kind of feeling made him recall the first incident when his stupid self arrived at the Ca Li Mainland in a state of confusion. Qiaofeng - it was he who saved himself by pushing him down the river.
The fragile woman who had just given birth by force, without the slightest hesitation exposed herself to hide the existence of an unidentified foreign girl.
A foreign girl who slowly replaces the intensity of her place of this world. A selfless foreign girl tries to erase a trace of her existence. Poor Xiu Qiaofeng ended up as a form of sacrifice.
Meanwhile, the foreign girl instead ran scared and agitated if hooked up with him. He avoided finding out, he avoided telling.
Until now he chose to close his eyes on the body of Xiu Qiaofeng who disappeared. He turned his face away when it came to the two of them.
Xiu Qixuan's eyes slowly tightened back shut as her consciousness dimmed as she muttered inwardly.
'Qiaofeng, this selfless me is a little envious of you. The man who always loved you opened my eyes to immediately clarify who you are and who I am. Although it is so scary to admit that we are different people because we have made a mistake by deceiving everyone around me.' His inner.
A determination that suppresses selfishness and fear itself. A determination to find out and look for evidence of the existence of the trace of the figure he has always used all this time.
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ps: the kangen a jun can be patient because it will be long huhu we finished dlu part of northern xia, yaw.