The final chapter: The two lovers stay together until their return (2)
What Zhao Ziyan said was true. The whole meaning of Zhao Ziheng's life was just for Yin Yin. Even when he was performing his duties as a king, it was based on the benefit of Yin Yin. Although his thoughts seemed selfish, no one could find any blame on him, because no matter who does anything, there is a reason, even if the reason is for their own selfish desires, as long as you can do it well and no one will criticize you, that's enough.
Ling Menghan turned her head to look at Zhao Ziyin. To be honest, she didn't understand what happened to Yinyin or Zhao Ziheng, but even if she didn't understand, she was still a little jealous of Zhao Ziheng's efforts . After all, that person was the one she loved. She didn't understand why that person gave so much and ended up being so sad. Was Yinyin really worth his efforts? Or was she really worthy of his love? A long time ago, Ling Menghan knew that the person who could be loved by Zhao Ziheng must be very happy, and she also knew that person would not be herself, but she couldn't believe it would be Yinyin. Why? Or why? Although she knew that there were many unreasonable things, she couldn't understand this one thing at all.
Next, Zhao Ziyuin recounted everything he knew about what happened to Yinyin, and at the same time he also told her what he knew about Zhao Ziheng's reactions and feelings at the time, so that they could compare the pain the two were enduring at the time. Even if only one person was suffering, it did not mean that the other would feel much better. How could two people who cherished each other so much be easily separated?
To Ling Menghan, it was like a dream. Although she had never known how much Yinyin had experienced in the past, she was stunned when she knew it. She had never known that so many things had happened to Yinyin. If that had happened to her, would she still be able to come through it as strong as Yinyin? Ling Menghan was sure that she would have collapsed long ago, but Yinyin had come to this point. Was it because of Zhao Ziheng? Ling Menghan was not sure.
Reading the doubt in Ling Menghan's eyes, Zhao Ziyin continued: "They can't live without each other. They seem to be unable to survive without each other, because they live for each other. Can you imagine it?"
At the end, Zhao Ziyu left a question. Ling Menghan was at a loss. She knew and believed that Zhao Ziyu didn't want her answer, but just wanted to tell her the story of Yinyin and Zhao Ziheng.
Tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes and rolled down his face without any warning. Zhao Ziyin was instantly panicked. It was not the first time he saw Ling Menghan cry, but this time he was inexplicably flustered and at a loss as to what to do.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I think I said too much." Zhao Ziyan tried frantically to comfort Ling Menghan, but didn't know how to do it.
The tears continued. Ling Menghan raised her hand and kept wiping the tears from her eyes, but she couldn't stop them.
Was it pride? Or sadness? Looking at the person in front of him with tears streaming down his face, Zhao Ziyin felt very bored and confused. The next moment, he reacted with action before thinking, and hugged Ling Menghan tightly in his arms.
Ling Menghan's whole body froze at first, then she slowly relaxed, still nestling in this warm and strong embrace. When had she ever had such a warm embrace surround her? Gradually, the tears stopped flowing...
Not long after they embarked on the journey, Yin Yin fell into a deep sleep, sometimes awake and sometimes asleep. The sleeping time was always much longer than the waking time. Sometimes she slept for a whole day but was only awake for an hour or so. Wang Ye knew very well what this meant, and all he could do was to try his best to maintain Yin Yin's vitality. However, he had already tried his best. You know, making the impossible possible is never so simple, let alone realistic.
One night, which was also the second night of their journey home, they could not travel too much because of Yin Yin, so the journey seemed very slow. In two days, the distance they traveled was less than half of the normal distance, but for Yin Yin, this speed was already the limit.
Under the candlelight, Wang Ye was carefully preparing the prescription. Every medicine on the table was very precious and rare. Although the dosage was small, it was the best medicine for Yinyin to maintain her life. Due to the scarcity of herbs, it was not only difficult to collect all of them, but also there could not be any mistakes in the preparation, otherwise Yinyin might never wake up again.
A figure walked to Wang Ye's side with light and quick steps like a gust of wind, and put a bunch of small cloth bags filled with something on the empty space on the table, saying: "Here are the medicines that were just delivered. See if you need anything else?"
Wang Ye raised his focused eyes slightly, glanced at the various small cloth bags, then lowered his head and continued to mix, asking: "There is no Linglong grass!"
Hearing this, Xue Han, who was busy opening the small cloth bag, stopped what he was doing, and a hint of frustration that could not be concealed revealed between his brows.
After an unknown amount of time, Xue Han stood up and turned his head, looking at the person sleeping on the bed on the other side of the curtain. He felt a surge of love in his heart, and after a while he turned his head to look at Wang Ye and said: "How long can the current dose of medicine keep her going?"
After hearing this, Wang Ye couldn't help but stop moving, without looking up, as if thinking, and after a moment he replied: "It depends on the situation. If it's good, two days. If it's still getting worse..."
There was no need for Wang Ye to explain the follow-up words . Xue Han, who was also a doctor, understood them very well. He couldn't help feeling a pang of bitterness and unwillingness in his heart.
If it were normal times, maybe Wang Ye could still say something to comfort Xue Han, but at this moment, he couldn't even comfort himself, so how could he comfort others? Because the medicines he prepared were very precious and rare, it was not so easy to gather them. Zhou Cheng and Zhao Ziyin used their respective powers to transport these rare medicines from all directions by flying eagles. Among them, the most important Linglong grass was an even rarer herb. Not only was it not easy to find, but even its growth area was restricted. Therefore, Wang Ye and Xue Han had to be helpless and could only wait. If they had it, it would be fine. If they didn't, it would be despair.
