Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

After learning that Song Chengbi was really seriously injured, Yun Chen didn't have the strength to make any more trouble.

When Song Chengbi woke up, the first thing he did was to confirm where Yun Chen was.

As soon as he moved, a cold hand fell on the back of his hand, and the young man's weak voice sounded in his ears: "I'm here."

Hearing this sound, Song Chengbi felt that all his souls and souls had fallen into his body, and he fell down slumped.

Yun Chen was sitting on the side of the bed. He frowned when he saw him fall and was about to call for help. Song Chengbi put his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms: "I'm fine, don't be afraid."

Yun Chen grinded his teeth and said, "Who is afraid?"

A chuckle rang out, Song Chengbi stroked his black hair, and coaxed in a low voice: "It's me, I am the king who is afraid."

Yun Chen lowered his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller: "I'm going to die, right?"

Song Chengbi was silent.

He didn't want to tell the boy the truth, but he didn't want to tell another lie.

Yun Chen got the answer from his silence: "I will gradually become worse, ugly, and less human..."

"You don't know how." Song Chengbi held his chin and kissed him: "You will always be beautiful."

Yun Chen pushed him away, moving a little louder, and there was blood in his throat.

Yun Chen: "I want to meet my sister."

I want to meet my sister.

See you now.

I'm afraid that in a few days, I won't even be able to stand and talk to my sister...

Song Chengbi: "Okay, I'll have Lin Yunmiao sent here."

Yun Chen nodded.

He was too cold, but Song Chengbi could still be trusted now, so he took the initiative to snuggle into Song Chengbi's arms, found a comfortable position and began to feel sleepy.

Song Chengbi placed his hand on his thin back and stroked it gently: "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you can see your sister."

This sentence cannot be said to be uneasy.

Yun Chen's eyelids dropped a few times, his body slowly softened, and his mouth slowly opened.

Song Chengbi lowered his head and kissed his lips gently.

-

Two days later, the carriage carrying Lin Yunmiao arrived.

Song Chengbi took Yun Chen to take a bath and helped him put on a red riding suit, with his black hair tied up high.

The young master has long eyelashes, a high bridge of nose, and his phoenix eyes are especially attractive when he is smiling. When he lowers his head to look at Song Chengbi, he looks full of youthfulness.

Song Chengbi's heart ached when he looked at him one more time, but he still couldn't bear to look away.

He half-knelt beside the bed to help him put on his boots, and said to the young man: "It's time for her to arrive at the door. I'll help you up."

"Ah."

Song Chengbi held up the boy with both hands, held him steady, and then slowly let go: "If your body feels a little strange, just lean on me, and I will explain the rest."

Yun Chen bit his lower lip lightly, did not answer, and tried to stand firm.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and the girl came in anxiously, carrying her skirt.

Her eyes immediately locked on Yun Chen, tears fell down, and she took a few steps over to hug Yun Chen: "Chen'er, are you okay..."

Yun Chen reached out and hugged Lin Yunmiao into his arms. He brushed the hair off her shoulders and said, "What can I do? Sister, are you okay?"

Lin Yunmiao nodded and couldn't help sobbing: "Your Majesty treats me very well. Chen'er, dad is gone, and we are the only ones left."

Hearing this, Yun Chen's chest stirred and his throat felt sweet.

He quickly raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood was stained on the red riding clothes, and nothing could be seen.

But he couldn't stand still anymore.

His vision began to darken, as if he would lose consciousness at any time, so Yun Chen had no choice but to follow Song Chengbi's instructions and lean on him.

Song Chengbi immediately stabilized Yun Chen's falling body and said to Lin Yunmiao, who was full of doubts: "Yun Chen caught the wind and cold two days ago. Don't use those things to provoke him yet."

Lin Yunmiao himself felt very uncomfortable when his father passed away. He nodded undoubtedly and watched Song Chengbi pick him up and put him carefully on the bed.

Lin Yunmiao: "You..."

Song Chengbi nodded: "I am delighted with Yunchen, and he also agrees to be my princess."

Lin Yunmiao was startled for a moment, then turned to look at Yun Chen.

Yun Chen's hand was held by Song Chengbi, and his internal strength was lost bit by bit.

With his last bit of consciousness, he curled his lips and kissed the back of Song Chengbi's hand: "Yes, I am already his princess."

After Yun Chen finished speaking, Song Chengbi's pupils shrank sharply.

He said she was his princess.

Although I knew it was fake and was meant to deceive Lin Yunmiao.

But when he heard the young man say these words himself, and when his soft lips kissed the back of his hand, Song Chengbi felt that he had died with no regrets.

[Ding, Song Chengbi’s strategy value is +1, the current strategy value is 99]

When Lin Yunmiao received her brother's affirmative answer and saw Song Chengbi's gentle movements, the doubts and worries in her heart gradually faded away.

Song Chengbi sent Lin Yunmiao away and turned around to see that the young man had closed his eyes with tears on his face.

He walked to the bed, knelt down, and said softly: "She's gone."

Yun Chen opened his eyes and sighed.

she left.

I'm leaving too.

Yun Chen looked at Song Chengbi, remembering the confrontation that day, and his father shouted loudly.

——You really fell in love with him!

He fell in love with himself?

Seems to be true.

But so what, he was going to die.

Yun Chen closed his eyes, and his chest was churning again, but this time, it was because of Song Chengbi.

Song Chengbi looked at him with his eyes closed, thinking he was asleep, and stretched out his hands to pull him into his arms, when he heard the young man's thin lips lightly parted, saying: "Congratulations..."

Song Chengbi leaned over to listen: "What did you say?"

Yun Chen: "I haven't finished writing the congratulatory message yet. Bring it... over."

Song Chengbi swallowed his sobs and said, "Get some sleep first and write tomorrow, okay?"

Yun Chen: "Congratulations..."

Song Chengbi: "Okay, don't move, I'll get it, I'll get it right away!"

Song Chengbi spread out the small table, took the unfinished congratulatory message, and bent over the bed to polish the ink.

Yun Chen held the pen, but he couldn't write too many words, so he finished with only a few strokes.

Song Chengbi took the pen over and couldn't help but read the words on the paper. Then he stiffened and froze in place.

The congratulatory message was so messy that I couldn't make out what was written.

But in the end, I wrote four words seriously.

——Princess Jin’s book.

Princess Jin's book.

Song Chengbi blinked hard to clear the fog in his eyes. He repeatedly confirmed that it was these four words before turning to look at Yun Chen.

The young man's skin was white as a result of his red suit. Yun Chen smiled at him, showing the brightness of the young man when he first met her: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Your princess is very, very cold."

Song Chengbi seemed to be alive now, like an ignorant child who had just learned to walk. He stumbled to his knees and put Yun Chen's thin and frail body into his arms to keep him warm.

As he warmed up, he began to cry.

[Ding, Song Chengbi’s strategy value is +1, the current strategy value is 100]