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When Chang Geng pushed the door in, he saw Gu Yun leaning against the bed with a mottled blade across his knee and an indescribable loneliness present on his pale face.

Although he could not hear the sound of the door, as soon as Gu Yun felt the breeze coming in from outside, he immediately withdrew his expression in a twinkle of an eye: "How did you come back to..."

He thought it was Shen Yi who returned again after leaving, but as he looked up through the liuli glass and saw clearly who had come in, he choked his words back.

Gu Yun's hand made an undetectable motion of touching General Tan's Wind Slasher: It's over, he thought: Is it too late for me to pretend to faint now?

By the conscience of heaven and earth, this was the first time in his life that General Gu wanted to escape from fright.

But the world had no conscience.

Chang Geng went straight to him, as if nothing happened, grasping Gu Yun's hand, putting his finger on Gu Yun's pulse point and quietly checking it for a while.

This time, the half-blind Gu could finally see him through his glass. After a few days, Chang Geng had become noticeably thinner, his lips were a slightly pale green, the kind when someone could not breathe or was poisoned. His outer expression seemed as if it was forced out, the inside was only a hollow shell.

Gu Yun's embarrassment faded, he frowned. "Where did you get hurt? Come here, let me see."

"It is nothing, although Miss Chen claims she had not graduated, she is indeed a medical expert of our times." Chang Geng paused and said, "As long as you're alright, I will be, too."

Chang Geng would never concentrate his energy and scream like Shen Yi. His finger was still on Gu Yun's vein; thus, he could not sign it to him. Gu Yun basically could not hear many words in this sentence, the only thing he could receive was that attentive gaze.

Gu Yun: "..."

What did you say, kid?

The next moment, Chang Geng's hand slid down his wrist and held Gu Yun's hand very naturally.

After serious injury or illness, people often lacked energy and blood. Even in May and June, it was easy for their hands and feet to be cold. Chang Geng held his hand in his palm and massaged it repeatedly, his appearance very serious. Not only did he take care of every acupoint on his hands, he also took care of the most sensitive areas between the fingers, often sweeping by them lightly with his own finger to remind Gu Yun clearly and boldly —— I am not being filial to you, but I am loving* you, don't deceive yourself.