After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The powder was sprinkled on the ground, and in just a moment the rich aroma spread over the entire cliff, as if wrapping up the entire land.

They waited silently on the cliff, each of them feeling uneasy and ready to accept the final arrangement of fate.

Time passed by minute by minute, and with each passing minute, Shen Zhao's heart became heavier. She didn't dare to look at Mu Yanchen's expression at this moment. She was afraid to see him dying peacefully, and she was afraid that he would give up on her.

Situ Rui felt the same way. In this conspiracy that lasted for more than 20 years, none of them was a winner.

Hope was shattered in the howling sea breeze and under the swaying ancient trees.

Mu Yanchen stood in the wind wearing a fur coat, his face becoming paler and paler, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the strands of hair on his forehead stuck to his temples, even though he was the most forbearing, he revealed a look of pain. He slightly bent his fingers, with his fingertips buried deep in his palms, but it was of no use. This kind of pain could no longer cover up the tearing pain that spread from his body to every part of his limbs.

As if giving up, he gradually loosened his clenched fist, his fingertips were freed, and only mottled crescent-shaped bloodstains remained on the palm of his hand.

Then, as if he couldn't hold on any longer, his body swayed and finally fell forward. He barely supported himself with one leg so as not to look disgraced in front of others, but he also lost his usual demeanor.

He frowned in pain and closed his usually sharp eyes, looking much more fragile.

Shen Zhao ran to his side and supported his chest with one hand. With the other hand, he took out a silver needle and pierced his acupuncture points to temporarily relieve his pain. "How is it?"

Mu Yanchen lifted his eyelids with difficulty and glanced at Shen Zhao lovingly, carefully describing her outline, as if he wanted to keep her appearance deep in his heart. The corners of his lips gently raised a faint arc, and his voice trembled, "It's okay, I can still hold on. Didn't I promise you? I won't fall asleep."

Shen Zhao helped him lie down and let his head rest on her legs. She nodded with red eyes, "Of course I know, you promised me, you can't break your promise."

Mu Yanchen's eyelids were so heavy that he could not open them. He just listened quietly to Shen Zhao chattering in his ear, as if he had returned to the past.

The infirmary that belonged to just the two of them.

The setting sun melted gold, and the sunlight shone obliquely on the bed in the infirmary, bringing with it the warmth of the afternoon. Mu Yanchen had a pale face and closed his eyes. He was not steadfast in his sleep, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Sheng Baiyi would appear in the infirmary on time in the afternoon. Her footsteps were so light that they could even be inaudible. She then gently pushed open the old wooden door with a curtain without making any sound. She walked in with a book in her arms, and was not too surprised when she caught a glimpse of the figure on the bed.

He is now also a frequent visitor to this infirmary.

Sheng Baiyi found a seat close to the bed and sat down. She took out a book she borrowed from the library and began to read it page by page.

The white transparent curtains were blown by the wind, creating waves of ripples. The only sound in the infirmary was the turning of pages. The girl was so focused that she didn't realize that the boy sleeping in the bed had woken up.

In the quiet environment, the boy lifted his thick and long eyelashes, and what he saw was the girl's quiet and elegant figure. She seemed to have always been like this, indifferent to everyone, and there was an invisible barrier between her and everyone, including him.

But when he really fell ill in front of her, she picked him up without hesitation and showed her medical skills in front of him without hesitation. He did not trust her at that time, but he had no strength to resist. When he felt relaxed later, he realized that her ability was indeed amazing.

This was also the beginning of his attention to her.

He was born in the Mu family and was the one who was abandoned in the vortex of power. Being sent to the south was not his wish, but he had to do so in order to survive. It was accidental that he ran into her. His initial attraction to her talent was also the result of his weighing the pros and cons as a member of the Mu family, but his gradual fall from grace as they got along was inevitable.

Sheng Baiyi flipped through a few more pages, and then she raised her head as if she sensed something, as if a burning gaze was falling on her.

Facing a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes, compared to the bloodless face, those eyes were indeed much brighter, which also aroused Sheng Baiyi's interest. How could a person be so weak physically but still have a strong soul?

Because of their interest in each other and being frequent visitors to the infirmary, the two became familiar with each other.

Mu Yanchen remembered that although Sheng Baiyi was a cold and aloof person, she became much more proactive after getting to know him. Their first kiss was initiated by Sheng Baiyi.

She would stroke his earlobe with her hands, touching every inch of his skin, making people feel itchy and anxious, but the man in front of her remained calm and composed, while her hands moved wildly until they reached his neck and lifted his chin.

She chuckled, "Nervous?"

Mu Yanchen's face was calm, but his pupils became deeper and his ears were as red as blood. Everything betrayed him.

She smiled again, and then, without allowing him to be rejected, she pressed her lips against his, lightly, just a quick taste, and then pulled away.

His health was very poor, and Sheng Baiyi had been in charge of him for a long time. Many times, Sheng Baiyi would sit beside the bed and let him rest his head on her thighs, and then read out the obscure medical content in her cold voice. When he felt tired, she would gently stroke his hair with her hand.

He rested his head on her legs and gradually fell into a deep sleep, as if he had had a very long dream.

When he woke up again, he was sleeping on a soft bed, with gorgeous murals above his head. He stared blankly at those murals that were both familiar and unfamiliar. Was he still alive?

He turned his head to look to the side. Shen Zhao was sitting beside the bed, holding his hands with both hands, his eyes filled with tears. "He's awake, he's finally awake!"

Her face was rosy and she looked like she was crying with joy.

"how……"

His voice was so hoarse that even he couldn't recognize it.

He didn't say anything after that, but when he woke up he felt much lighter, so was he really still alive?

"Drink some water." Shen Zhao wiped the water stains from the corners of his eyes and brought the cup of warm water to his mouth, "Come on, slow down."

Mu Yanchen pursed his lips, feeling a lot more comfortable after feeling the moistened lips. Then he saw that besides Shen Zhao, Situ Rui and Ji Zhengxuan were also there.

"How long have I slept?"

He was sure that he was not dead, but he still knew that he did fall ill on the cliff, and the object that counteracted him had not been found yet.

Shen Zhao supported his back. He was thin and bony, but she didn't mind at all. As long as he could wake up, she would be able to take care of him again. "Go slowly."

Situ Rui said: "Three days."