Jiang Donglin’s heart ached sharply, his fingertips uncontrollably trembling, pleading in a trembling voice: “Guo’er, don’t say that, you’ll get better, you must get better!”
He seemed unable to bear it, gasping low, his eyes slightly moist: “Don’t scare me.”
Jiang Donglin had lived so long without fearing anything, but now he was extremely afraid of hearing the word “death” from her mouth.
How could this be?
His Guo’er was so cute, so obedient, destined to grow old with him. She had already agreed to his proposal, and the wedding was already being prepared.
She must be lying to him.
Jiang Donglin touched her pale lips and kissed them devoutly.
Just like before, whether asking him to take her everywhere or do good deeds, wasn’t it always like this? She would forget afterward, and this time would surely be the same.
As Jiang Donglin thought, his panic slightly subsided, but his face became even whiter, tears filling his eyes, falling between their lips, and when he licked, the once sweet kiss had turned salty.
Jiang Donglin felt particularly uncomfortable.
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The temple was ultimately not visited.
Jiang Donglin comforted himself that everything was fake, but in his heart, he had to admit that Guo’er’s complexion was getting worse.
He posted public notices throughout the city, summoning all physicians to focus on researching Chen Jing’s condition, but the results were always unsatisfactory. Days passed, and still nothing was found.
Jiang Donglin’s mood became more irritable, calm and gentle when with Chen Jing, but turning gloomy the moment he turned away. The adjutant tremblingly spoke: “They say this poison is too tricky, they can only try to relieve the pain of the poisoned person and really have no way to develop an antidote…”
“Get out.”
Chen Jing’s condition worsened daily, becoming frighteningly thin, her lips cracked severely. Except for her bright, calm eyes, she looked completely terminal.
Jiang Donglin was heartbroken. He was almost losing control of his temper, his entire heart filled with negative energy, hating his own incompetence, hating those who harmed her.
Chen Jing had started coughing up blood, barely able to eat, only drinking some white porridge. Jiang Donglin developed angina, trembling all over whenever he saw Guo’er vomit blood.
He was scared and began trying everything.
