Chapter 369: Harm in the Palm of Your Hand and the Back

de fāng xiàng yī yī kàn le yī wàng, dī dī de sī hǔ shēng hái zài jì xù, tā jīn bù zhě wò qǐngle de quán tóu, yǒu nà me mèi kè, tā xiǎng jiù zhème bù gù yī qiè de chōng jìn qù, kěshì, tā méiyǒu, tā zh...Fu Zi Mo remained silent, saying nothing. For a long time, he just turned his head to look out the window. Outside, it was a sunny day today. Sunlight fell on the branches, like being drawn by branches into streaks of colorful lines. In the world of lines, dust danced endlessly. The tranquility made one forget everything.

Ni Wan followed his gaze out the window, but she had no idea what he was looking at.

A long time later, Fu Zimo signaled for the doctor to leave the room before finally speaking in a soft voice, "It's time to set off and return to Rong's house."

"The Rong family" Ni Wan thought she had misheard. She widened her eyes in alarm and asked, "The Rong family treated you as a棄子 in the past. To control you, they even joined forces with the Yun family to harm you. The strange poison on your body was given to you by the Rong family, wasn't it You've worked so hard to gain strength to rival the Rong family. They wouldn't dare touch you easily now. Why would you go to them..."

Fu Zi Mo withdrew his gaze, locking eyes with Ni Wan. His throat tightened, and he gave a wry smile, "Right now, this king still wants to live."

To live, a seemingly ordinary word, how extravagant it was for someone like him!

"Living..." Niwan murmured, tears streaming down her face.

"This king has never feared death before, always thinking that even if he died, he would drag the Rong family down with him. Because of fearlessness, there was no fear. Barefoot people were not afraid of those who wore shoes, so the Rong family feared this king. But now, this king has Xiao Yujing and Luoyan. For them, this king wants to live."

Fu Zi Mo's voice was choked with emotion as he continued, "Ni Wan, do you know This king is very afraid of death now. I'm thinking, if this king dies, how will the Rong family treat her and their son What about those who died at the hands of this king Will their families let them go No! Once this king dies, they will die even worse than this king. So, for them, this king cannot die. You understand, Ni Wan."

Niwan wept as she listened, nodding continuously. She could only sob and say: "I understand, I understand."

"The Rong family wants to control this king, but the Rong family also has the strength to allow me to continue living. This king's body is now riddled with wounds and barely clinging to life. That strange poison has been suppressed by the unicorn blood to the extreme. Even this king doesn't know which day the unicorn blood will backfire and suddenly kill him. With my current worth, how could the Rong family bear to let me die Therefore, going to the Rong family is the only way to save my life…"

“But Your Highness, the Rong family wouldn't be so kind as to save your life. They would certainly try every means to exploit and control you…” Ni Wan still disagreed. A family that was capable of killing a five-year-old child wouldn't expect it to kindly save someone's life, would they What she would have to pay for this trip, she really didn't dare to think about it.

“As long as I can hold onto my life, that’s enough. All the costs are worth it.” Fu Zimu was a little tired, and after saying this, he closed his eyes, seeming unwilling to continue the topic.

The fatigue on his face was truly evident to Ni Wan. Ni Wan bit her lower lip, trying not to let the tears fall, but she couldn't help but sob softly.

Fu Zi Mo did not stop her tears, he just quietly closed his eyes, as if asleep.

But Niwan knew he wasn't asleep, he was just waiting for her to calm down.

When Nini finally calmed down, she wiped away her tears and asked again, “What about Luoyan if the master returns to Rong's family”

Fu Zi Mo suddenly opened his eyes again. He had indeed been awake the whole time. After a moment of hesitation, he said: "Perhaps, she would take the initiative to ask for a leave of absence without me having to say anything."

Ni Wan was surprised, "Why"

Fu Zi Mo's grief flashed in his eyes, his voice tinged with unwillingness, yet filled with resignation and gratitude, "Xiao Fan... his time is short, but Xiao Fan... he loved her too."

Nian Wan still didn't understand what Fu Zi Mo meant, but since Fu Zi Mo wouldn't say anything, she couldn't ask. She could only silently prepare everything she needed to leave.

As the sun moved from east to west, accompanied by evening, Qin Luoyan finally woke up from her coma. She rushed into Fu Zimo's room impatiently. She saw Fu Zimo leaning half on the bed, and Ni Wan was feeding him a bowl of porridge.

Her eyes were moist, but she bravely swallowed her tears, walked to the bed, and said to Nini: “I’ll do it.”

Ni Wan nodded, handing the bowl to Qin Luo Yan, then stood up and stepped aside.

Qin Luo'yan gently fed Fu Zi'mo porridge, and Fu Zi'mo ate quietly. The whole scene was sickeningly sweet, especially the frequent eye contact between the two, which revealed a passionate state everywhere.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Fu ZiMo suddenly frowned slightly, "Luo Yan, have you seen Xiao Fan these past two days"

Hearing the two words "Xiao Fan," Qin Luo Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the empty bowl in her hand nearly fell to the ground. These past two days, because of Fu Zi Mo, her whole heart had been on him, and she hadn't even looked at Xiao Fan.

Overwhelming guilt instantly flooded all her senses. She felt like she wasn't even a human being, that in this moment she had completely forgotten about Xiao Fan. Although people can be selfish, this shouldn't have happened to her. How could she allow herself to make such a terrible mistake!

Thinking of Xiao Fan's sacrifice for her, she wished she could give herself a sword. How could she make such a huge mistake!

She slammed down her bowl and without a word, turned and ran out.

Fu ZiMo looked at her flustered and self-blaming figure, the corner of his mouth was indeed a faint smile, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

Xiao Fan's room wasn't far from Fu Zi Mo's, just a few dozen meters away. As darkness fell, lights flickered in the windows, and the faint aroma of congee wafted out.

When Qin Luoyan pushed open the door, she saw Xiao Fan leaning half against the bed. He held a bowl of congee in one hand and a spoon in the other, as if he wanted to drink it, but his hand holding the spoon trembled constantly, unable to feed even a spoonful of congee into his mouth. The congee spilled onto his collar, some of it scalding his chest skin red.

In an instant, Qin Luoyan's eyes turned red. Thinking of how she carefully blew the porridge to cool it down and fed it to Fu Zimo, while Xiao Fan was alone in the room, silently struggling to have a mouthful of porridge, she couldn't bear it anymore. Her original guilt grew sevenfold with self-blame.

"Senior brother, I'm here." Qin Luoyan choked back tears, rushing to the bedside in three steps taking two, taking over the bowl from his hand, and picking up a white cloth beside him to wipe his chest, repeating over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, senior brother, I'm so sorry..."

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