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    The ending of the silly and sweet genius doctor x the sinister and cold heroine [eighty-six]? BE

    The medicine boy subconsciously stopped him:

    “Master!”

    Lian Yueshu paused and looked back at him doubtfully:

    “What’s wrong?”

    The drug boy hesitated and hesitated several times. Finally, Ah Qiao pulled him and he spoke slowly:

    “Are you going to see Madam…?”

    Lian Yueshu was stunned.

    He was silent for a long time, then chuckled and said:

    “Yes.”

    The medicine boy held Aqiao’s hand tightly, and the two looked at each other, both seeing the unbearable look in the other’s eyes.

    Lian Yueshu is the open-minded one:

    “She has this look on her face. I haven’t seen her for so long. Ali is probably going to piss me off.”

    He said, waved his hand, turned and left.

    Yaotong wanted to catch up, but Aqiao on the side grabbed his arm, shook his head at him, and made a few gestures:

    Let him be.

    The medicine boy sighed dejectedly.

    Lian Yueshu walked through the house and walked all the way not far away, under a still green pine and cypress.

    The lush branches and leaves are dyed with white snow, covering this small world.

    He stretched out his hand and pushed aside the soft snow on the ground, revealing a small stone tablet.

    The stone tablet is not upright, but is set flat on the ground. There are only two words simply engraved on it, and the dyed cinnabar has become a little dim.

    Ali.

    His fingertips gently stroked the strokes, as if caressing her face, eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose, every soft and delicate skin.

    “I didn’t bring any wine today, please don’t offend me.”

    Lian Yueshu smiled and didn’t care about the snow under him, and just sat next to the stone monument.

    The snow on the pines and cypresses was falling. Lian Yueshu took out the wooden box he had brought with him and took out all the papers in the box.

    One letter a month, he wrote for eight years.

    The paper at the bottom has turned yellow, and the ink marks on it have faded. This was the first year after she passed away.

    As written, the words are full of sadness.

    Lian Yueshu read it silently, took out the fire fold, placed the letter next to the stone tablet and burned it.

    The annihilated paper ashes drifted away with the wind, fluttering away.

    Then came the second letter, the third letter…

    By the time the last letter was burned, the sky was getting darker.

    During this period, the medicine boy came once. Seeing that Lian Yueshu was in a daze, he didn’t dare to call him, so he hid aside and watched over him.

    Lian Yueshu’s hands and feet were stiff from the cold, and the tip of his nose was red, hiding the small black mole.

    He didn’t speak, just sat there.

    Everything he wanted to say was in the letter. He wanted to say that he had taken revenge on her. He found Hongmen, and although it took some effort, he still made them disappear.

    It’s a pity that the lord was already dead.

    He also apologized because he thought about looking for other girls, but found that none of them were Ali. What should he do? He just wanted to be with Ali.

    Lian Yueshu breathed a sigh of relief into his hands, and the billowing white mist dispersed and disappeared.

    The blood transfusion failed at first, but Li Xin discovered it and forcibly stopped it.

    As a result, she did not survive the night, and even Yueshu was infected with the poison. Even though she recovered well later, the root of the disease still fell into her body.

    Lian Yueshu once thought that it was his fault. If he didn’t do that, at least Ali could live for a few more days.

    But now, he won’t live long, and he will be able to accompany her soon.

    He smiled with relief, feeling relaxed as never before: “Li, do you know, it turns out that we have met before.”

    He looked at the stone tablet beside him:

    “You were the first person I saved.”

    Although, he once thought she was a savage.

    Thinking of this, Lian Yueshu couldn’t help laughing. After laughing, his throat felt itchy and he coughed violently again.

    As he coughed, his eyes became red.

    However, he did not cry. He just looked up at the sky and swallowed the sweet taste in his mouth:

    “I missed you.”

    The drug boy was woken up by Ah Qiao.

    It turned out that while he was guarding Lianyue Shu, he somehow fell asleep and fell asleep unconsciously.

    This sleep lasted two hours.

    Ah Qiao couldn’t wait for them for a long time, so he went out to search in desperation, and found the sleeping medicine boy behind the tree.

    The medicine boy’s hands and feet were stiff, and he stood up suddenly, narrowly avoiding falling to the ground.

    It was Ah Qiao who supported him.

    However, he didn’t care about that much and limped forward, wanting Lian Yueshu to return to the house quickly.

    It’s freezing cold, how could the young master bear it?

    But when he walked to Lian Yueshu, he found that he was curled up with one hand on the stone tablet, leaning on the tree trunk with his head sideways, his eyebrows calm as if he was asleep.

    There was a layer of white frost on his eyelashes.

    The drug boy’s breathing was stagnant and his throat was tight. He couldn’t help but patted him with trembling hands:

    “Master?!”

    “Master?”

    “Son…”

    He covered his face and choked lowly.

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