y.If, they take off their clothes, it must be a dazzling set of abs and mermaid lines..."What are you looking at" A tightening on her wrist, a cold voice from the man, instantly pulling her thoughts b...After Chu Qingge went back, she simply bandaged herself and went to sleep.
She refused to see a doctor, not even for a moment.
That wound, Qiao'er looked at it with fright.
But she acted as if nothing had happened, not even feeling the pain. She simply applied medicine and bandaged it casually.
He said nothing, lay down in his clothes, and after a while he fell fast asleep.
Lan Yu was originally guarding outside the door, but Qiao'er was worried in her heart. She feared that the princess would be too heartbroken at night and might do something foolish.
After all, the young master is still with Chu Weiyun!
Lan Yu weighed his options carefully but ultimately had to listen to Qiao'er, standing guard outside the room. He stayed behind a screen, protecting the princess.
Qiao'er sat by the bed, not daring to leave even a step.
Chu Qingge really fell asleep very quickly.
It's not like they are pretending to be asleep.
My shoulders actually hurt a lot, but I feel strangely relaxed.
After relaxing, I fell asleep.
Dizzy, as if hearing countless people calling out to him: Chu team, Chu team, Chu team, where are you
Her soul seemed to float in mid-air.
Cold eyes swept over everyone below.
They are calling out, searching in the vast darkness.
The helicopter lowered its passengers one by one, those agile team members, climbing down the sheer cliff face.
But, she is gone now.
Even if they reached the bottom of the cliff, they wouldn't be able to find themselves...
The scene before my eyes gradually blurred, and everything in my sight seemed to be twisting and changing.
Suddenly, a flash of light struck before my eyes.
Chu Qingge unconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she felt a sharp pain in her chest that spread throughout her limbs.
It's the chest, not the shoulders!
His chest, pierced by a blood-stained dagger!
In my vision, that all too familiar face gradually came into focus.
“Why” that was what she had asked at the time.
Special Forces, First Command Officer, Chu Qing!
Her heart was pierced by a dagger, blood staining the ground crimson. Life, like her body precariously balanced on the precipice, teetered on the brink.
The man's eyes lacked any glimmer of joy. Instead, there was a profound and distant look that even Chu Qing couldn't comprehend.
"I have no choice." The man ruthlessly drew the dagger and struck her with his palm.
The number one general, the youngest commander in history, just like that, fell into a ravine.
The gust of wind at the bottom of the cliff swallowed her completely...
Why
Chu Qingge suddenly sat up.
"Ugh! My shoulder hurts!"
"Princess!" Qiao'er, sitting by the bed, jumped in fright and immediately woke up from her dream! "Princess, you're awake"
"Don't move, your shoulder is still injured!"
Lan Yu wanted to go in, but she hesitated, afraid of desecrating the princess's sanctity.
He urged, "Princess, how are you feeling Should we call a doctor"
"No!" Chu Qingge raised her hand and brushed away a stray strand of hair from her temple.
It was wiped away, all sweat.
She dreamt of her past life again, dying at the hands of the man she trusted most!
Man, ugh, not worth mentioning.
"Princess, you don't look well. Perhaps you should see the doctor!" Qiaoer is very worried!
The princess's face was as white as paper, without a trace of color.
Chu Qingge waved her hand.
At midnight, I dreamt back into being Chu Qing. When I woke up, I was once again Chu Qingge.
Consciousness, and some chaos.
"Are you returning to the Imperial City today"
Lan Yu, who was guarding outside the main hall, immediately said, "Yes, the army is already preparing."
Chu Qingge closed her eyes, collected herself, and then said faintly, “Qiao'er, prepare some food. We should also set off.”
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