CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57: YOU’RE LYING!

"It’s me..."

Long Yue knew the effects of the Powder for Anesthesia had worn off, and he was now awake. However, Duanmu Nan was still doing the final touches, so he couldn’t struggle. If he interfered and there were lasting complications, it would be troublesome.

But she knew the pain from the bone fracture was excruciating, a pain that pierced deep into one’s soul. How could an ordinary person endure it?

All she could do now was to comfort him.

She saw him turn his head, and the moment he saw her, the bloodshot in his eyes gradually faded.

"Yue..."

Li Qingmu couldn’t speak, only managing to utter a single syllable with difficulty. Long Yue understood and responded with a gentle smile, "Yes, it’s me, A Mu, I’m here... You’ll be alright, let’s endure a little longer, can we? The doctor is treating your injuries..."

As she spoke, the tears in her eyes wouldn’t stop falling, and even her voice choked up.

He was in great pain; she knew he was in great pain, yet she couldn’t help much. The only thing she could do was quietly stay by his side.

"Yue..."

Li Qingmu looked at her, at that familiar little face. He wasn’t sure if this was an illusion, but he didn’t dare to move. He feared that this was a dream, a beautiful illusion like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water. With just a slight movement, the dream would shatter, and he wouldn’t see her anymore.

Duanmu Nan initially worried that once Li Qingmu woke up, he wouldn’t be able to withstand the inhuman pain and might move erratically. He even had two guards sent by Qi Jingyu stand by, ready to restrain him if he moved.

But now it seemed unnecessary.

He was very quiet at the moment, not even making a sound. It was hard to imagine that such a weak scholar had such incredible willpower!

He had seen people like this before, but they were all battle-hardened soldiers who had forged a steel will through countless life-and-death battles. Yet this young man possessed it, impressive, very impressive!

With Li Qingmu no longer causing a commotion, the treatment went much more smoothly. Before long, Duanmu Nan had treated his wound, applied a special Bone Healing Ointment, and bandaged it up.

The ointment was very fragrant, soon filling the room with a rich aroma.

"All done!"

Duanmu Nan clapped his hands and went to wash off the grime. Long Yue suddenly exclaimed, "Mister, mister! My husband has fainted!"

"Oh, it’s fine. He fainted from the pain. Don’t worry; this is actually better. At least he won’t move, allowing the wound to heal better."

Duanmu Nan smiled at Li Qingmu, "You have a remarkable husband, take good care of him!"

He left these words and then went out.

Long Yue nodded in a daze, then proceeded to wipe his body with hot water.

She carefully avoided the places that were bandaged and medicated, slowly cleaning around them.

By the time everything was settled, she noticed it was already nighttime.

Duanmu Nan came in from outside, glanced at Li Qingmu’s condition, and said, "He’s slightly feverish, but that’s normal. It will pass in a couple of days. However, his body is very weak now and needs absolute rest, or it might result in lasting issues, so you’ll both have to stay here for now."

"Alright, sorry for the trouble, Mr. Duanmu."

"No trouble, it’s late. You should get some rest too!"

"Mm!"

Long Yue watched Duanmu Nan’s departing figure and smiled foolishly. Her master was the same as in her past life, kind and sincere...

She stifled a yawn, feeling a bit sleepy, and turned to look at her husband. His brows were slightly furrowed, showing signs of discomfort, but overall he seemed in good spirits.

Long Yue felt relieved and then leaned against him, falling into a peaceful sleep.

Early the next morning, as the first rays of sunlight fell, Li Qingmu slowly opened his eyes. His right arm burned with pain, but it was bearable now.

He squinted, finding the sunlight a bit glaring, and instinctively tried to shield his eyes with his left hand, though it felt pinned and couldn’t lift.

He looked down at his side and his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Yue... Yue’er?"

He stared in astonishment at the small woman just half an arm’s length away. She snuggled beside him like a little kitten, her head dark and messy, her delicate face adorable, with a touch of moisture at the corner of her eyes.

This...

Li Qingmu’s breath quickened, and he felt an incredible surge of emotion.

Was this a dream? Was it a dream? How could Yue’er be by his side? And where was this place?

Li Qingmu felt a headache; his memory seemed fragmented, still stuck on the scene where Qian Yi forced him to leap off a cliff to survive.

"Where is this?"

He mumbled to himself, then tried hard to recall what happened afterward... yesterday... what happened after that?

"You’re awake?"

A gentle and magnetic voice came from outside. Li Qingmu turned his head to the door, where stood a man in white, one hand behind his back, holding a bowl of medicine in the other.

"It’s good you’re awake. I thought you’d wake up tomorrow, but here you are awake first thing in the morning. Seems your injuries are recovering well! Ah, youth is great, the body heals fast; if you were ten or twenty years older, it wouldn’t be so easy."

He said, placing a bowl of medicine on Li Qingmu’s bedside table.

"Drink it up, hmm, let your wife feed you!"

Duanmu Nan glanced at Li Qingmu, who couldn’t move his hands, and chuckled.

"Thank you."

Li Qingmu nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed. Duanmu Nan saw this before leaving with a hearty laugh.

Li Qingmu felt embarrassed, looking down at his still-sleeping young wife. She must have stayed with him all night. She must be exhausted, and he wanted her to sleep a little longer.

However, Long Yue was startled awake by Duanmu Nan’s laugh. She suddenly opened her eyes, "A Mu!"

She thought something might have happened to her husband, but when she lifted her head, she met the deep and teasing gaze of the man beside her.

"Hus... husband..."

Waking up to find her husband staring at her was unsettling; Long Yue blushed, "Husband, you’re awake!"

"Mm."

"Then, does your wound still hurt?" She asked, worriedly glancing at her husband’s arm wrapped like a dumpling.

"Mm..." The wound still hurt a lot, but he didn’t want to worry his wife, so he said, "It’s alright."

"You’re lying!" Long Yue pouted angrily, "It’s obvious it still hurts; your brows haven’t relaxed. It shows it always hurts! Actually... you don’t have to be so strong, really... We are married, I won’t mind your... mmm..."

Her small mouth was suddenly sealed...