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When Ling Yue came to visit, the bedroom was quiet.

Is Song Song sleeping?

Lingyue closed the door softly and walked inside with a plate of almond cake.

After these days of getting along, he also knew that Song Song was in poor health and mentally weak, and spent a lot of time sleeping and recuperating every day.

But shouldn't it be for dinner at this point? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so quiet.

Lingyue walked slowly inside.

Song Huaiqing sat on the ground, fiddling with the wounds on his palms. The cuts made by his nails were not big and would scab after a while.

Every time a scab formed, he would pull it open again.

He watched numbly as the blood seeped out again.

Repeatedly.

The pain in my palms is far less than one ten thousandth of what I feel in my heart.

He remained in this position for a long time, sitting like this since he came back from the dungeon.

The throbbing pain in his heart came towards him in waves, as if it wanted to drown and swallow him whole.

He finally understood that the TV series did not lie. When you like someone but have to push him away with your own hands, it is really painful, more painful than anything else.

When Lingyue saw Song Huaiqing, he was sitting on the ground in a daze, his palms a ball of red. The lights in the dormitory were not bright. Song Song lowered his head, his face was hidden in the gloom, and his expression could not be seen clearly. The atmosphere around him was as depressing as he had ever seen before, like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul, lying around. Fell asleep at his feet.

"Song Song?"

Lingyue called softly.

"..."

Lingyue stepped forward quickly, squatted down, and was on the same level as Song Huaiqing: "Song Song? What's wrong with you?"

Song Huaiqing still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear him.

Ling Yue didn't care about anything else and put the plate on the couch, then pulled Song Huaiqing's hand out, took out the hemostatic ointment, picked out a little, and slowly applied it to Song Huaiqing.

"Song Song, if you have anything, you can tell me. I am a qualified tree hole. If you tell me, you will feel much better. It is very uncomfortable to hold it in your heart. Look at me, I am heartless. What's wrong with me? I yelled about it on the spot and never kept it to myself."

Song Huaiqing still didn't speak.

Lingyue didn't know what to say when he saw this, so he applied the medicine silently.

After applying the medicine, Ling Yuezheng didn't know how to comfort him, and Song Huaiqing spoke.

"Lingyue." Song Huaiqing slowly raised his head, "Remember what you promised me."

"…What's up?"

Lingyue asked subconsciously, and immediately reacted after asking. He instantly understood why Song Song was so uncomfortable.

"Okay, I remember." He asked worriedly, "Song Song, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

What's wrong with him? He was clearly the one who hurt people, but Xiao Fangchi was the one who suffered.

It was never him.

Hearing this, Ling Yue didn't know what to say.

"I want to be alone for a while."

"..." Ling Yue hesitated, and was silent for a second before saying, "Okay, Song Song, if you want to talk, I can do it at any time."

Lingyue left, taking Tuantuan with him, and Song Huaiqing gave him a few bottles of elixir.

……

Later, Xiao Fangchi came.

His face was pale and his steps were slightly unsteady.

As soon as he came, Song Huaiqing put away his emotions.

"Master, let's have dinner. This disciple is late."

While Xiao Fangchi was laying out the meal, he looked at Song Huaiqing's expression from the corner of his eye.

Song Huaiqing was silent and picked up his chopsticks to eat. No matter what Xiao Fangchi said during the whole process, he ignored it.

Finally, when Xiao Fangchi called Master for the unknown number of times, Song Huaiqing finished his meal, wiped his mouth slowly, and then gave him a look of charity.

"Let me reiterate for the last time, you don't need to admit your mistake to me, I am not your master."

"No, Master, you can't do this. I really can accept any punishment."

Xiao Fangchi was a little anxious and wanted to hold his hand.

Song Huaiqing avoided it, got up and went to find a book to read, and ignored Xiao Fangchi.

……

Later, Xiao Fangchi came again, but instead of entering the dormitory, he knelt outside the door.

Xiao Fangchi's tone was firm: "Master, when will you calm down, and when will the disciple get up, the disciple will receive the punishment himself."

Iris looked at the upright master who was kneeling in the snow, and interceded: "Immortal Lord, why don't you let the master kneel in? The master received five hundred lashes on himself earlier, and he was already seriously injured. Kneeling in the snow, I’m afraid…”

When the master came over with a whip and asked her to give him five hundred lashes, she was completely stunned.

How dare she hit the Lord? She thought the Lord was joking with her.

The Lord had a gloomy face and immediately repeated it.

She finished the five hundred lashes anxiously, and the master counted the lashes one by one. If the force was too light, he would ask her to hit her again.

When she finished, her forehead and back were covered with sweat.

Song Huaiqing didn't want to listen to Iris' plea: "Get out, if he wants to kneel, let him kneel as long as he can."

"Immortal Lord..."

Iris also wanted to intercede for Xiao Fangchi.

"Get out of here, don't you understand?"

Song Huaiqing was holding back his anger, and his words were naturally cold and hard.

Iris didn't seem to expect that the Immortal Lord would actually talk to her like this. Even five years ago, the Immortal Lord had never told her to go away so coldly.

Even with the mask on, Song Huaiqing could see Iris's lack of concentration.

His cold gaze passed over Iris, and his intention to drive her away was self-evident.

Iris pursed her lips and turned around in silence.

……

Xiao Fangchi has been kneeling for half an hour.

Song Huaiqing leaned against the window, with the cold wind in his ears. It's still snowing outside, but it's not as heavy as it was at the beginning. One of his hands stretched out from the window sill. It was already covered with a layer of snow, and his hand was already too cold to feel.

Song Huaiqing stared at the door of the dormitory, as if looking through the door at Xiao Fangchi kneeling outside.

Ling Ling Ling in the form of a little fox floated out: [Host, don't ruin yourself like this. 】

Song Huaiqing's eyes did not move: [Is it important? There aren’t many live ones left anyway. 】

【Host……】

The little fox didn't know what to say. He couldn't understand the complex emotions of human beings. He just had to act according to his set of rules.

Song Huaiqing's gaze seemed to have taken root, and it just kept falling on the door of the dormitory, and his blinking movements were extremely slow.

a long time.

[Host, Xiao Fangchi fainted. 】

After the little fox finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and he saw the man who was still leaning on the couch motionless just now, and the slow-moving man rushed out of the dormitory door.

Xiao Fangchi was covered in ice and wrapped in snow, becoming a veritable snowman.

When Song Huaiqing held the person in his arms, he felt as if he was holding a piece of ice.

"Xiaochi, it's not cold. I'll carry you in."

While muttering, he picked the person up and staggered into the bedroom.

Song Huaiqing had no spiritual power, so he could only wrap Xiao Fangchi in layers of quilts. He also took the heaters from all over the room and piled them all next to Xiao Fangchi.

He hugged Xiao Fangchi into his arms and rubbed his hands while blowing hot air.

But the person in his arms just couldn't be warmed.

His face was pale and his breath was weak.