Venerated Venomous Consort
chapter-1612

The person dressed in purple was, in fact, Di Fuyi. He immediately held her slim wrist. Although he had been careful not to touch her wound, she still cried a little. It was clear from her brows that she was uncomfortable. In fact, sweat emerged from her forehead. "Pain…," she uttered a word.

He raised his hand to rub off the sweat from her forehead, and uttered gently, "It won't hurt anymore in a minute, good girl…" His voice was so gentle and hypnotizing.

For eight years she had been used to seeking protection and warmth by his side. Although she was able to separate herself from him in the day - being indifferent towards him - her habits betrayed her in her sleep. She was thinking of relying on him, especially when she was in pain.

Gu Xijiu moved closer to the light, letting her little face rest on his thighs, and uttered another sentence, "Fuyi, it hurts, it hurts…"

He felt as if his heart was inundated. Di Fuyi lifted his arms to hug her, but he suddenly suppressed the urge and sighed. He unwrapped a cloth on her wrist using his fingertips. A red line was emerging on her snow-colored wrist, which was startling.

He furrowed his brows slightly. She did not treat her wounds properly. She only applied recovery cream but did not squeeze out the toxic blood from her body. That was why she was in such a pain

Her wound only looked like it had almost recovered on the outside; however, the toxic from the blade had been trapped inside her body, causing trouble beneath her skin.

She was also a great doctor; hence, it would be unlikely of her not to understand that. Was she deliberately trying to hurt herself? Or was she too preoccupied with something else that she overlooked that?

Di Fuyi stared at the wound on her wrist and drifted off for a moment. Under normal circumstances, her condition would require him to cut open her wound again, squeeze out the toxic blood from within, and later bandage it, so that it could fully recover.

However, cutting open her wound again would definitely shock her awake, and she would have to go through the excruciating pain again. He closed his eyes slightly, raised his hand, and press it against her wound. A seven-colored light emerged from his palm and shielded her wound.

Pale purple blood oozed out slowly from her wound while Di Fuyi's seven-colored light was working wonders on her wound. A moment later, the bump on Gu Xijiu's wrist gradually flattened.

On the other hand, Di Fuyi's hand swelled up a little. When he was done, his entire palm was swollen. He took a glance at it and could not care less. He looked at Gu Xijiu again. It must be due to the persistent pain that her little face remained pale. Right now, her cheeks started to show a trace of redness, and her furrowed brows had loosened up as well.

She was lying there dressed in a thin dress, out in the open. Suddenly, she turned her body and reached out her hand to hug something but to no avail.

Di Fuyi's gaze had elements of sorrow. Throughout their eight years together, she had been used to sleeping in his embrace and having her arms around his waist, like a sloth reluctant to be separated from a tree.

Right now, both of them had separated, but she did not manage to correct her habit. She was still used to having her arms around his waist in her sleep.

He sat there without moving; observing as Gu Xijiu would frown slightly after not being able to hug anything and would try again repeatedly. Di Fuyi grabbed a bolster by his side and put it within her embrace. Hence, she hugged the bolster tightly, pressing her face against the bolster. From her facial expression, it seemed that she had dreamed of something; her eyelashes became wet, and a teardrop flowed down the corner of her eye