As soon as Song Ying opened her eyes, she saw a sick scholar sitting on the chair beside the bed, supporting his head with one hand, as if he had fallen asleep.
Song Ying's first reaction was that the book looked so beautiful. The second reaction was that the scholar looked pale, as if he was going to die in the next moment.
The third reaction... Why is there a man in her room?
After Song Ying reacted, she screamed and subconsciously threw the pillow under her body. Then he checked his clothes and wrapped himself in a quilt.
"Who are you?"
However, no one answered her. Song Ying looked over and realized that the sick scholar was really weak. She knocked him unconscious with just one pillow.
When Song Ying helped the scholar to the bed, she realized that the scholar was thinner and more handsome than she thought.
The scholar opened his eyes in a daze, looked at her, and seemed to say two words.
"Lady."
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Song Ying did not expect that it was this sick scholar, his pale and delicate face, and the smile that always hung at the corner of his mouth that would bind her heart to him forever.
She didn't expect that the thin scholar in front of her was walking up step by step. Song Ying watched him become a scholar, and watched him rise step by step until he was granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister.
Let her go from a peasant girl in the countryside to a high-ranking official wife.
I still remember that in that small courtyard, Song Ying squatted beside the bed and cried while holding the medicine that had been fried countless times.
The scholar hugged her tenderly and said, "I won't die."
"I want to live and live well. I also want you to live a good life."
Later, he did it.
Walking hand in hand from poverty and humbleness, from illness and weakness to new life, two people are like trees and vines. Neither can live alone without each other.
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Intention: Born in hardship, finally welcomes sunshine
