In the era of war, with countless displaced refugees, the Jiang family sent out all their servants, including Jiang Dongling’s soldiers, to distribute porridge to the refugees.
Only after hearing the rumor that the second master’s beloved was terminally ill and he was spreading kindness to seek Buddha’s blessing did the people suddenly understand, and then found it hard to believe—
Could the demon who killed without mercy actually be a romantic?
The adjutant trembled in fear and responded.
Jiang Donglin wiped carefully, until the cold wind blew away the violence in his heart, before slightly raising the corner of his mouth and entering the room.
Xiao Jin knelt outside the room shivering, afraid he would suddenly say she was incompetent, letting the third master enter and be thrown to feed the wolves.
She had only heard rumors about the bloodthirsty nature of Jiang’s second master before, but seeing it with her own eyes today, she was almost scared silly.
Chen Jing lay half-reclined on the bed, hearing footsteps, and turned back to look: “What did you do to him?”
“Just gave him a hot bath,” Jiang Donglin sat over softly, “Feeling better?”
Chen Jing smiled, but her expression was tinged with sadness, making Jiang Donglin’s heart ache.
Jiang Donglin kissed her palm, hugged her waist, and leaned his head on her leg: “Guo’er, shall I go pray to Buddha for you?”
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow: “Aren’t you not a believer?”
“As long as you’re okay, I’m willing to believe in anything,” he replied.
Chen Jing traced his handsome face: “I don’t want to pray to Buddha.”
“That’s fine,” Jiang Donglin said, “we’ll just invite Buddha home and worship him.”
“Donglin,” Chen Jing suddenly said, “Do you know who I am?”
“Of course, you’re my Guo’er,” he replied with a smile.
Chen Jing looked at him: “You’ve already caught Qin Mo, you should know why I’m here, right?”
“Know what?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
Chen Jing touched his tense back: “I’m going to die soon.”
Jiang Donglin sat up straight, tightly holding her hand, his voice hoarse: “No, don’t think nonsense.”
Chen Jing remained expressionless: “Madam Yi said I can only live for a month at most.”
