Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After an unknown amount of time, she finally regained consciousness. In a daze, Lin Huan struggled to wake up. Everything in front of her was blurry, and she couldn't see clearly. She could only vaguely feel that the room she was lying in was located high up in Wangshu Inn. The wooden dome exuded a very mellow, reassuring scent of plants and trees. Not far from the bed, there was a small table with a pot of water on the coffee table. The quilt was very light and covered her body properly. Her slightly curled palm was holding... something. The touch through the gauze didn't feel like a quilt, but a fluffy and warm feeling.

Lin Huan felt the dull pain and heaviness in her chest and hands belatedly. The pain from the wounds on her body caused by the wind blades was no longer important. Instead, she felt the pain and tearing sensation from inside to outside. Her body was already mottled and looked terrible. But that was not the point. The point... the point was... she tried to recall, but the battle in the sky was heartbreaking, and the time when she came up from underground and led the troops alone to fight the monsters to death, with no way out and no reinforcements, fighting all night, and the helplessness and despair that lingered in her heart like a maggot attached to her bones... At this moment, it was as if someone had separated her from him by a transparent wall. It hurt when she touched it, but it felt very far away and could be seen clearly, but the feeling was not as strong as before.

A plush and warm touch came from the neck. Lin Huan turned his head with difficulty, and was covered in a fluffy green ball of feathers. The feather powder was all over his face. He couldn't help but turn his face away again and coughed softly without much strength.

The beautiful blue bird was lying beside his pillow, resting its head on his back with its eyes closed. When it noticed the slight movement on the bed, it opened its round eyes and looked over.

"Awake?" Xiao's voice came from the big bird. "…I'm glad you're awake."

"Xiao..." Lin Huan tried to speak softly. His voice was hoarse and difficult to speak. There was a solidified blood clot stuck in his throat, which made it difficult to move up or down. But at least his airway was not blocked and his breathing was still smooth.

"Don't talk. You are seriously injured. Waking up doesn't mean you are fine. Have a good rest." The ball of bird turned into Xiao, a handsome young man. He sat on the bed and patted a certain spot on her waist through the quilt. Yes... Lin Huan unconsciously held another strand of fluff in her hand. It rubbed the back of her hand, and then gently rolled it up, wrapping her palm under the soft belly, rubbing it slightly upwards, rubbing her waist, a warm ball.

Sitting on the bed and watching this lovely scene, Xiao shook her head, carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, and held up the white fluffy thing with both hands. She gently picked it up and carefully placed it in her arms. She then held Lin Huan's scarred arm and led him to the back of the little animal, giving him a gentle hug. Lin Huan couldn't see his expression clearly because of his blurred vision, but she understood that his mood might not be as good as she imagined.

"Xiao... I'm sorry..." Lin Huan whispered, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Xiao's faint voice.

"Ganyu and Emperor have asked for some leave, saying that she currently does not have the energy to deal with the backlog of affairs in Yuehai Pavilion and wants to take a short break. Since you are awake, stay with her, hug the fluffy little Qilin, close your eyes and have a good sleep." After saying this, Xiao fell silent, looking at her seriously and stubbornly.

Lin Huan still couldn't face him for a moment. He turned his head and averted his gaze. He also used a little force to gather the little Qilin in his arms and shrank into the thin quilt. This was a somewhat evasive posture.

Xiao saw this and sighed softly.

"Ah Huan, it's all over... The pollution has been contained, and the Emperor has returned. What you need to do now is to hold the little Qilin, heal your wounds, and have a good rest. Other things... are not as important as your injuries for the time being."

Xiao didn't say anything more. He turned around and left. His steps were a little messy, and he unconsciously closed the door with a little more force.

Lin Huan was left alone in the room... Ah, not alone either, there was a sleeping Ganyu Qilin in her arms. With each breath, her chest rose and fell slowly.

After being unconscious for so long, she finally woke up. She couldn't fall asleep for a while, but her whole body was in pain and she couldn't move. She could only look around the room with her eyes rolling around. In her hazy vision, there was a bright green hanging on the bedside opposite her, which caught her attention.

The little Qilin in his arms suddenly raised his head and spoke softly.

"The Jie Lu sword is spiritual. It only recognizes you and no one else. It is also unwilling to return to Yi Yan Palace... The emperor has already allowed it to accompany you. It is now your sword. In fact, this is also very good. He Pu and Jie Lu are both works of the same series... Letting them follow a pair of brothers and sisters is also a good thing. The emperor said... said..."

Ganyu Little Qilin suddenly trembled slightly, and then stopped.

"We were all a little scared... seeing you, being held by the Emperor, coming back with such serious injuries..."

“…Ganyu…” Lin Huan said softly, “I…I’m Uncle Hu, you guys…”

"Don't worry." Ganyu the little Qilin still lay there, turned his head and rubbed Lin Huan's cold hand, "We understand, but we didn't say... you have to wait until you get better and go home to see him in person."

Lin Huan lowered his eyes, was silent for a moment, and spoke softly.

"I think I... should not be able to hide it from him, because he... he knows the identity of the Emperor, and the tacit understanding between the three of us..."

The Emperor was busy with post-war affairs, and probably hadn't had time to sit in the Hall of Rebirth. And... I didn't go home, and Uncle Hu must have guessed something... I was seriously injured, I couldn't go back, and I... made him worried.

Lin Huan closed his eyes and looked at the little Qilin again.

"Ganyu..." Her voice was very soft, "Thank you, thank you."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The little Qilin also rubbed her.