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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Sixty-Eight Xuan Xuan, I Was Wrong!
Tang Zisu gently pushed the door open and saw Kong Xuan lying against the wall, his face pale, even his lips lost their usual color. Her heart ached at the sight. Shu Que Wu Pan
She held a bowl of congee mixed with medicinal herbs and sat beside Kong Xuan, softly calling, “Xuan Xuan, wake up and eat something.”
Kong Xuan had been half-closing his eyes, but upon hearing Tang Zisu's voice, he tightly shut them.
Tang Zisu cautiously pushed his arm, “Xuan Xuan, does your wound still hurt? Let me take a look. Softy gave me some medicine that is said to be very effective; I can apply it for you.”
Kong Xuan clenched his hand under the blanket and coldly spat out two words, “Get lost!”
Startled, Tang Zisu almost dropped the bowl of congee. She looked like a wronged little wife, pouting with a downcast expression, yet she had to lower her voice and plead.
“Xuan Xuan, I know you’re angry with me. I shouldn’t have gone with you; it’s all my fault that you got hurt. I realize my mistake. Once you recover, you can hit me, even if it’s with Jumping’s Butcher Knife, just do it! But you can’t stay angry and you must eat your medicine and food; otherwise, your body won’t be able to take it.”
This time, Kong Xuan didn’t respond with even a single word, merely breathing evenly with his eyes closed as if he were asleep.
Tang Zisu bit her lower lip with her pristine white teeth, holding the congee but unsure whether to stay or leave.
Tears fell drop by drop into the bowl of congee, gradually forming a shallow pool on the layer of congealed surface.
A faint, suppressed sob fell into Kong Xuan's ears, like a little bug burrowing into his brain and gently gnawing at his nerves. His temples throbbed with pain, and a wave of anxiety surged within him. He suddenly turned over and sat up, causing the bowl of porridge in Tang Zisu's hands to topple over, spilling its sticky contents all over the blanket.
"Ah, Xuan Xuan, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. Did I burn you? I'll clean it up right away," Tang Zisu panicked, standing up and rubbing her hands as she looked around for a cloth.
Kong Xuan grabbed her hand and tightly squeezed her wrist.
Tang Zisu let out a soft whimper from the pain but quickly stifled it when she saw the look in Kong Xuan's eyes. She had never seen such a gaze before—was it anger? Resentment? Bitterness?
Or perhaps it was none of those!
Kong Xuan's eyes were like a pool in a dense forest, increasingly deep and unfathomable. The surface shimmered with shades of blue and gold, seemingly just reflections of leaves and sunlight, concealing the turbulent emotions beneath.
The two remained locked in this tense standoff as the afternoon shadows gradually shifted, moving from one face to the other.
Tang Zisu opened her mouth, struggling to squeeze out a sentence as if tearing off a layer of dry skin from her lips: "Xuan Xuan, I'm sorry. I didn't think about anything at that moment; I just didn't want you to take risks alone. Even though I'm useless, being by your side, breathing together in the darkness—doesn't that make it less frightening?"
Kong Xuan hadn't expected Tang Zisu to say this. Her light words felt heavy as they struck his heart; the so-called solid ice couldn't withstand such an impact and shattered into pieces.
Kong Xuan pushed her hand away. "Get out. Leave immediately."
Oh dear goddess, even if you are as beautiful as a flower, your terrible temper is not charming at all; I definitely won't marry you!
Tang Zisu thought to herself that it was time for her medication. Since there were no cucumbers left, she should abandon any such thoughts and find someone to marry instead, to prevent corrupting the simple hearts of the hardworking people for thousands of years!
Tang Zisu, ignoring the pain in her wrist, reached out to take the quilt soaked with Millet Porridge. "Then you should rest well. If you get hungry, just call Softy."
Kong Xuan grabbed one of the empty bowls and smashed it on the ground. "Get out, don't make me say it again!"
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