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Only Lu Haoran was stabbed like a hedgehog. In the face of danger, he instinctively protected Yue Zijun and used his back to receive all the damage done to Yue Zijun.

Yue Zijun only remembered Lu Haoran whispering something in his ear before falling into his arms …

"Haoran …"

It was Yue Zijun's first time crying in front of an outsider since he could remember. When he found out, his face was full of tears. He supported the unconscious Lu Haoran up and walked out step by step.

The surrounding elite soldiers didn't dare to move an inch before they couldn't figure out what the Prince was thinking. They helplessly watched as Yue Zijun brought Lu Haoran to the entrance of Fuyuan Temple temple. The path was stained with blood, forming a bloody path.

"Yue Zijun!" Are you sure you want to leave This King? "

Yue Zijun stopped and slowly turned his head. He said, "Zi Jun said that you will always be the prince's man. I won't change my words."

"Yue Zijun!"

"My lord, you've already killed him. Let my son take him away!"

"You … "Are you coming back?"

"Besides the prince, where else can I go …" As long as Seventh Prince still has anything he needs from his son, his son will definitely serve him. "

"Alright, the door to the Seventh Marquis' Mansion will always be open for you."

"Yes, Your Highness."

When he could not see the Fuyuan Temple, Yue Zijun took out a pill from his bosom and stuffed it into Lu Haoran's mouth. As he infused Genuine Qi into him, he said, "Haoran, you have to hang on. I'll save you now, I'll go beg that person to save you. You can't lose your breath like this. If it's broken, then there's no saving you. You haven't heard my answer yet, so you can't die. I won't allow you to die. "

Do you know what kind of person I am? I, Yue Zijun, am that person's life and that person is Seventh Prince. Only my heart can give it to you … Do you know that before I met you, I had no heart and lived like a zombie in this world. It was only because my life was not mine and people weren't mine, so I couldn't even die.

You know, I'm a man who can't even decide his own death!

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The person Yue Zijun didn't want to see the most in his life was that person, an existence that didn't seem like a human.

However, he knew very well that only that person could save Lu Haoran's life. Even though Lu Haoran was losing a lot of strength, even if he died, as long as his body was warm, that person would have a way to save him.

However, he was also clear that that person would not easily save others.

Yue Zijun continued to use his inner force to give Wu Tie one last breath before he knelt down motionlessly in front of that person's door. He could only use his actions to prove his determination.

Although it was already May, the place that person lived was always cold. The layer after layer of ice and snow that couldn't be melted covered the ground. Yue Zijun, who was dragging Wu Tie but couldn't use his Qing Gong, buried his feet deep in the snow until his knees.

When he finally reached the front of that person's house, Yue Zijun's body had already lost all feeling. He only instinctively wrapped Lu Haoran in his fur, giving him some Zhen Qi from time to time. In fact, he was holding on to his breath and did not fall. He knew that if he fell, then Lu Haoran would also be dead. With a sense of conviction, everything he did was unconscious, or rather, unconscious.

After kneeling in front of the door for half a day, the door finally opened. A person walked out of the door. His white clothes were like snow, blending in with the world of ice and snow and actually looked like a part of him. He gently helped Yue Zijun up and carried him into the house. Then he also carried Lu Haoran inside.

After closing the door, it was completely silent without a sound.

Yue Zijun was woken up by the nightmare. In the dream, he felt powerless and hopeless towards the death of Lu Haoran again and again. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked out of the bedroom and found the unconscious Lu Haoran in the next room.

His body was warm and his breath was much calmer. It could be seen that Lu Haoran's life was saved.

Yue Zijun lightly touched Lu Haoran's brows and said, "Thank you for saving him."

"Take your medicine." A hand as beautiful as a white jade reached out from behind Yue Zijun. In its hand was a jade bowl and it was half filled with the medicinal juice.

Yue Zijun stared at the juice for a while. Finally, he frowned and turned his face to the side. "I'm fine …"

"I'll drink it!" His tone was cold and without any room for negotiation.

Yue Zijun was at a loss again and again. In the end, he was defeated by that person's cold and forceful attitude. He took the bowl and closed his eyes, swallowing the entire juice.

The taste of the soup was more bitter than he remembered. Yue Zijun covered his mouth with all his might and took a deep breath to prevent himself from vomiting: "Can't you adjust the taste a little …" Although this person's medicine was effective, the taste was not something that ordinary people could accept.

That person naturally wouldn't listen to Yue Zijun's complaints. Otherwise, the taste of the medicine wouldn't have remained unchanged. He took the jade bowl and walked out. Before closing the door, he said, "He will wake up tomorrow."

Yue Zijun lowered his head and said, "Thank you." After the man had closed the door, he knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the door. He knew that that person hated it when people kowtowed nine times to thank him. However, this was what Yue Zijun wanted to do the most from the bottom of his heart.

Lu Haoran woke up at the scheduled time. Due to the severe injuries, he could only lie on the bed and continue pretending to be dead. Not being able to move was a very, very difficult thing for Lu Haoran, especially when he had to face Yue Zijun's care every day. It was even more torturous.

Every day, Yue Zijun would bring tea for him to wipe off the water and change the medicine on his body. Even the chamber pot was taken by him. This caused Lu Haoran to feel mixed emotions in his heart. Bitter, sour, moved, ashamed and indignant … Finally, it turned into a deep pain.

He didn't understand Yue Zijun, he really didn't understand. This person was too complicated and difficult to understand, completely beyond the scope of Lu Haoran's understanding.

"It's useless for you to stare at me like that. Other than me, the only one here is the person who saved you. He won't feed you medicine." Yue Zijun fed the medicine to Lu Haoran spoonfuls by spoonful. He knew the taste of the medicine was terrible, but he deliberately fed it slowly to let Lu Haoran savor its bitterness. Who said that Lu Haoran didn't know what was good for him? He had been this diligent in serving others since he was born? Lu Haoran didn't know whether to be grateful or not. From the moment he woke up, it was as if he wished he could die.

Lu Haoran's hands didn't have the strength to hold the jade bowl properly, otherwise, he would definitely grab the bowl and drink from it.

"Why did you save me?" Lu Haoran asked.

"I said that I won't let you die if I don't kill you."

"I won't be grateful."

"No need."

That was the only conversation between the two of them in the past five days. Lu Haoran closed his eyes and continued to keep silent, while Yue Zijun did not speak again.

Yue Zijun took the initiative to look for that person after changing Lu Haoran's medicine. For the past few days, he had only gone to the kitchen at a fixed time to give Lu Haoran the soup that he had prepared. He was under the same roof, but he had never met that person. In his subconscious, he still avoided that person, trying his best to avoid encountering him. But this time, he had a request. He had no choice but to go.

"Can you erase Lu Haoran's memory?" Yue Zijun whispered as he stared at the man's back.

"No."

"I know you have a way. You can definitely do it."

"The reason."

"He … "Last night, she was talking in her sleep again …" Lu Haoran did not sleep well every night and was always pestered by nightmares. However, the content of his sleep talking made Yue Zijun's heart turn cold.

[Why did you lie to me?]

[Yue Zijun, I really want to believe you.]

[You lied to me again, again and again...]

[I don't have the courage to trust you anymore, you know?]

[Yue Zijun, if only we didn't know each other...]

If he could choose his fate, Lu Haoran would rather never see Yue Zijun.

If love can choose, Wu would rather never fall in love with Yue Zijun.

If everything could be repeated, there shouldn't be Yue Zijun in Lu Haoran's life.

If this is your hope, I'll give you a chance to start over...

— — The content is from [Mick Read]