Chapter 1100 You Protect All Beings, I Protect You [44]

The old abbot and the others chanted scriptures for three consecutive days, and there were countless imperial doctors running around every day.

Yan Fan could only watch them shaking his head and sighing, they said that His Highness's pulse was getting weaker and weaker, and the sword was only two centimeters away from his heart at that time. They worked tirelessly to turn the tide and snatched His Highness from the Palace of the King of Hell. But who would have thought that His Highness would fall into a deep sleep because of this.

An imperial doctor accidentally slipped her mouth. She said that maybe His Highness didn't want to wake up, or maybe it was because of some things that hurt her heart, and she didn't want to wake up and continue to face it.

As soon as the imperial physician finished speaking, the other imperial physicians sternly shut up.

Everyone went to rest temporarily, and Yan Fan sneaked to Shen Wanqing's bedside alone.

The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her pale lips were pursed, her face was bloodless, and she was eerily quiet.

He looked deeply at the girl's face, with longing eyes, Yan Fan reached out and held the girl's hand tremblingly.

Her fingers were terribly cold, Yan Fan covered her hands in the palm of his hand, trying to keep her warm.

"Your Highness... Yan Fan, please... can you wake up?"

"Yan Fan regrets it, Yan Fan... Yan Fan wants to stay by His Highness's side. If he had known this would happen, Yan Fan would definitely follow His Highness that day..."

"As long as you wake up, Yan Fan will listen to His Highness..."

"Open your eyes and see if Yan Fan is alright...is he alright...Qingqing..."

For some reason, Yan Fan couldn't cover the girl's hand, he felt her hand was colder than before.

Yan Fan panicked, his slender eyelashes trembling, he looked at the unconscious girl lying on the bed, as confused as a child who couldn't find a home.

"Qingqing... don't leave me, okay..."

"Please, look at me."

Yan Fan held Shen Wanqing's hand, and he kissed the back of the girl's hand devoutly and in awe.

That pair of peach blossom eyes, which are strange and evil, are already full of red, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is bright and burning red.

Yan Fan closed his eyes, his thin and soft pale lips gently touched the girl's palm.

He murmured, "If His Highness is gone, Yan Fan will have no meaning to live."

"……fool"

The voice was very soft, and seemed a little helpless.

Yan Fan paused, his long eyelashes trembling, and when he raised his eyes, his dark blue pupils shrank tightly.

He saw the girl on the bed looking at him gently, her brown eyes were still very clear, Yan Fan seemed to be dumb.

This scene is what he wanted to see in his dreams many times in the past few days, but when he really saw it, Yan Fan's mind was already blank.

His cheeks were cold for a while, as if something flowed out of his eye sockets.

Tears dripped down Shen Wanqing's hands.

Looking at the poor little girl who was crying like a tearful person, Shen Wanqing sighed.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the poor little eyes, "Why are you crying, am I awake?"

——'Yan Fan, will you cry? '

--'meeting. '

——'I thought that as a monk, you have already seen it. '

——'Looking away is a state of mind, crying is an emotion, and so is crying with joy. '

Will Yan Fan cry?

No, he won't.

Because no one has taught him what it means to be sad. The Buddha said to save all living beings, the Buddha said great compassion without tears, great enlightenment without words, and great laughter without sound.

Shen Wanqing looked at him who was crying, and smiled softly, his lips were pale, "So, this is crying with joy, right?"