ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 14. Open an Eye

Zhao Juren tried to open her eyes but was so heavy, before her world was completely more concentrated than night.

He was a soldier, but unable to protect himself and himself, the vision of hundreds of corpses lying on the battlefield, and, the guilt-ridden eyes of contentment when it succeeds in taking one's life without the slightest bit of guilt, those feelings raged gradually over. The snow suddenly grew heavier.

“Yi...er...” All his body coldly froze motionless, only his hand held the sword upstream with all his might before he could remember nothing more.

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Slowly appearing a bright beam of lantern light, Zhao Juren felt his head like

overlaid a very large rock. He tried to get up but his eyelids would not open. Between conscious and unconscious he felt someone was always nearby in his sleep, pacing in steps that sometimes approached sometimes away. His ears catch the movements only his body really can not be invited to compromise to wake up. Sometimes he felt that someone was drinking something into his mouth, a wry liquid that smelled strangely like incense and this person seemed to be watching him even though he was trying to fight his drowsiness, he didn't listen to this man say anything but a gentle breath. And the smell of his body that was like the smell of peaches was so characteristic of penetrating Zhao Juren's nasal cavity.

Zhao Juren knew not to die! Then he realized it, and, his spirit was trapped in his body because his five senses could still work except his eyes and he would not be able to ask any fate god about a thousand questions in his life if he did not die.

Somehow, between conscious and not that he felt comfortable so long ago Zhao Juren reluctantly opened her eyes she wanted to sleep and continued to smell the smell of peaches to throw away her confusion, his heart was like a dry wood, so dry. Half-dreaming, she saw the face of Xiao Yi who was smiling warmly at her.

“Mr Zhao, you can call me Yi’er.” The sentence buzzed Zhao Juren's ear, and for a moment she was like standing in front of Mr. Ding's shop, looking at a girl in simple folk clothes, and, fascinated by a hair accessory, her eyes sparkled brightly while clasping a blue Chai kumala.

For the first time in a lifetime, Zhao Juren felt so weak and extremely tired. He just wants to continue to sleep, in life there is nothing to remember anymore, the happiness he dreamed of no longer means anything, love as if away from his life, he no longer wants to remember it, he said, his body lost the energy to think, not even daring to open its eyes to face all these realities.

 "I saw the Niangxi meadow in front of me, but I couldn't go home anymore." Jiu Fei's voice suddenly whispered.

parau, so nelangsa and gamang.

 "Juren..."

 "Yes." Yeah."

The memory at the time Jiu Fei was in his arms suddenly replaced Xiao Yi's face, like a silhouette, blurred.

 “Do you remember the first time you kissed me in that cave...?" The goal of the question is like close.

 "Yes..." Zhao Juren tried to move her lips, trying to reply.

"Did you not regret it?" The voice suddenly moved away. Zhao Juren tried to grab Jiu Fei's shadow.

"No."

"But I regret it..." Jiu Fei's voice was almost inaudible.

 "Will you say it again?" Jiu Fei placed her palm on Zhao Juren's chest. He curled up and buried his face there, while his breathing had already started to falter.

 "Say what?"

"That you love me, as you said before..." The tone of the voice was racing with his one-on-one breath. Then slowly Jiu Fei's voice moved away, further away and his shadow was like smoke.

 “Xiao Yi..!” It was not Jiu Fei she called but the name of the wife of her own brother, the main consort of Yanzhi, the queen of the King of Yan Yue!

 “Open your eyes, you should have been conscious from yesterday.” A woman's voice reaches her ears, limiting her illusions.

“Did the poison have left your nerves paralyzed and lost your consciousness for so long? Supposedly as a person who has a high kanuragan, no need all this time to get lost in the subconscious.” The remark sounded similar lamented, he might be a little annoyed mixed with anxiety.

Zhao Juren did not budge. Now, he was no longer interested in moving his body and did not want to show his efforts to open his eyes. The voice was like a hypnotist that reminded him of the last moment he had fallen in the arms of a General Qui!

 “It seems that he who does not want to quickly realize, Mr. Princess. He so likes to be in his subconscious, there may be something that makes him reluctant to go back to his consciousness.” Another voice replied, along with a smooth and warm palm clinging to his neck and forehead.

How much Zhao Juren wanted to peek at who the owner of that soft hand was, but she was not sure yet to open her eyes.

 “As a general, it is too cowardly for you to try to escape and hide in a body pretending to be unconscious.” The voice became firm and sharp. It seemed like he realized Zhao Juren had been conscious for quite a long time.

 Zhao Juren could catch the footsteps of some busy people around her, there was a person who was in a soft voice talking, and the same warm fingers who always gave her medicine. Zhao Juren knew full well it was the same person as she could smell the delicate smell of the peach all the way to her nasal cavity as she looked at the bitter liquid each time.

 And that resolute, sharp-edged voice, he knew came from the same person.

 “Stop fooling me, General. I know you really heard me. No need to force you to open your eyes. Because if I do, it's possible that the sharp end of my fan will pry out both of your eyes. And you don't have to bothered anymore to just open your eyes!”

 With a heavy heart, Zhao Juren tried to open her eyes, not because she was afraid of the snapping of the person speaking to her but out of curiosity at the female voice. The same voice as the female voice in General Qui's armor!

For a moment, Zhao Juren felt a glare at the light of the lantern that greeted her eyelids open. Zhao Juren reflexively squinted her eyes, gathering light at one point, a face in front of her.

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