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Only Lu Haoran was stabbed like a hedgehog. In the face of danger, he instinctively held Yue Zijun in his arms, and used his back to receive all of the injuries caused to him.

Yue Zijun only remembered that Lu Haoran whispered a sentence into his ear, and then fell into his embrace …

"Haoran …"

That was the first time in Yue Zijun's memory that he was crying in front of an outsider. When he found out, his face was already full of tears. He supported the unconscious Lu Haoran up and walked out step by step.

The surrounding elite soldiers didn't dare to move an inch before they couldn't understand the Duke's intentions. They helplessly watched as Yue Zijun brought Lu Haoran to the entrance of the Fuyuan Temple temple. The path was stained with blood, forming a bloody path.

"Yue Zijun! Are you sure you want to leave This King? "

Yue Zijun stood still, and slowly turned his head, saying softly: "Zi Jun said that you are Prince's man for the rest of your life, your words will not change."

"Yue Zijun!"

"My lord, you've already killed him. Let my son take him away!"

"You … "Are you coming back?"

"Besides the prince, where else can I go …" As long as there is anything that Seventh Prince still needs from your son, your son will definitely serve you. "

"Alright, the door to the Seventh Marquis' Mansion will always be open for you."

"Yes, Your Highness."

When he could no longer see the Fuyuan Temple, Yue Zijun took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Lu Haoran's mouth. As he infused Innate Qi into him, he said, "Haoran, if you want to continue, I'll save you right now. I'll go beg that person to save you. You can't lose your breath like this. If it's broken, then there's no saving you. You haven't heard my answer yet, so you can't die. I won't allow you to die. "

Do you know what kind of person I am? I, Yue Zijun, am that person's life, and humans are the Seventh Prince. Do you know that before I met you, I had no heart and lived like a zombie in this world. It was only because my life was not mine and people weren't mine, so I couldn't even die.

You know, I'm a man who can't even decide his own death!

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The person that Yue Zijun didn't want to see the most in his life was that person, an existence that didn't seem like a human.

However, he was very clear that only that person could save Lu Haoran's life. Even if Lu Haoran was already out of breath, even if he was dead, as long as his body was warm, that person still had ways to save him.

However, he was also clear that that person would not easily save others.

Yue Zijun continued to use his Qi to hold on to the last breath of Lu Haoran before kneeling down motionlessly in front of the man's door. He could only use his actions to prove his determination.

Even though it was already May, the place that the person lived was always cold. The layer after layer of ice and snow that could not be melted covered the ground, and Yue Zijun, who was unable to use his Qigong while dragging him along, was buried deeply in the snow with every step up to his knees.

When he finally arrived at the front of that person's house, Yue Zijun's body was already numb. He could only instinctively wrap Lu Haoran in the fur and inject Innate Qi into him from time to time. In fact, he himself had to hold on for a long time before he fell. He knew that if he fell, Lu Haoran was also dead. With a sense of conviction, everything he did was unconscious, or rather, unconscious.

After kneeling in front of the door for half a day, the door finally opened. A person walked out of the door. His white clothes were like snow, blending in with the world of ice and snow and actually looked like a part of him. He gently supported Yue Zijun up and carried him into the room. Then, he carried Lu Haoran in as well.

After closing the door, it was completely silent without a sound.

Yue Zijun was awoken by the nightmare. In the dream, he felt powerless and despair for Lu Haoran's death, time and time again. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and walked out of the bedroom, and found the unconscious Lu Haoran in the room next door.

His body was warm, and his breath was much calmer. It could be seen that Lu Haoran's life had been saved.

Yue Zijun gently stroked Lu Haoran's brows and said: "Thank you for saving him."

"Take your medicine." A beautiful hand that was as beautiful as a snow white jade reached out from behind Yue Zijun. In his hand was a jade bowl, and he held half a bowl of the medicinal juice.

Yue Zijun stared at the juice for a while, and finally frowned and turned his face to the side: "I'm fine … …"

"I'll drink it!" His tone was cold and without any room for negotiation.

Yue Zijun was conflicted three times. In the end, he was defeated by the cold and unyielding attitude of the man. After taking the bowl and closing his eyes, he swallowed the entire juice.

The smell of the soup was even more bitter than he remembered. Yue Zijun covered his mouth with all his might to take a deep breath to prevent himself from vomiting. Although this person's medicine was effective, the taste was not something that ordinary people could accept.

With regards to Yue Zijun's complaints, that person naturally wouldn't listen to them. Otherwise, the taste of the medicine wouldn't have remained unchanged. He took the jade bowl and walked out. Before closing the door, he said, "He will wake up tomorrow."

Yue Zijun lowered his head and said: "Thank you." After the man had closed the door, he knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the door. He knew that person hated people kneeling and thanking others with three kowtows, but this was actually what Yue Zijun wanted to do the most from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Haoran woke up at the scheduled time. Because of his heavy injuries, although he woke up, he could only continue pretending to be dead on the bed. Being unable to move was a very, very difficult thing for Lu Haoran. Especially when he had to face Yue Zijun's care everyday, it was even more torturous.

Every day, Yue Zijun would help him carry some tea to wipe off the water and change the medicine on his body, and even the night pot was taken by him. Finally, it turned into a deep pain.

He didn't understand Yue Zijun, he really didn't understand. This person was too complex and difficult to understand, completely exceeding the scope of Lu Haoran's knowledge.

"It's useless for you to stare at me like that. Other than me, the only one here is the person who saved you. He won't feed you medicine." Yue Zijun fed the medicine to Lu Haoran, spoonful by spoonful. He knew how tragic the medicine was, but he purposely slowly fed it to Lu Haoran, letting him savor the bitterness within. Who told Lu Haoran not to know what's good for him? He had been this diligent in serving others since he was born? This Lu Haoran didn't know whether to be grateful or not, and from the moment he woke up and saw him, it was as if he wished that he could die.

Lu Haoran's hands did not have the strength to hold onto the jade bowl, otherwise, he would have definitely snatched the bowl over and drunk it himself.

Lu Haoran asked, "Why did you save me?"

"I said that I won't let you die if I don't kill you."

"I won't be grateful."

"No need."

closed his eyes and continued to maintain his silence, while Yue Zijun also did not speak another word.

After changing the medicine for Lu Haoran, Yue Zijun took the initiative to look for that person. These few days, he had only gone to the kitchen at a fixed time to give the soup which he had prepared earlier to Lu Haoran to drink. In his subconscious, he still avoided that person, trying his best to avoid encountering him. But this time, he had a request. He had no choice but to go.

"Can you erase Lu Haoran's memories?" Yue Zijun stared at the man's back and asked softly.

"No."

"I know you have a way. You can definitely do it."

"The reason."

"He … "Last night, she was talking in her sleep again …" Lu Haoran didn't sleep well every night, and was always entangled by nightmares. However, the content of his sleep talk made Yue Zijun's heart turn cold.

[Why did you lie to me?]

[Yue Zijun, I really want to believe you.]

[You lied to me again, again and again...]

[I don't have the courage to trust you anymore, you know?]

[Yue Zijun, if only we didn't know each other …]

If he could choose his fate, Lu Haoran would rather never see Yue Zijun before.

If love could choose, Lu Haoran would rather never fall in love with Yue Zijun.

If everything could be repeated, Lu Haoran should not be here in his life.

If this is your hope, I'll give you a chance to start over...

— — The content is from [Mick Read]