"Am I going to die, little mute?" The hedgehog prince curled up in Xing Yi's arms, the thorns all over his body softened, and he said desperately. "If I die, remember to burn the hawthorn cake in my bag for me, and don't eat it secretly."
"I'm injured and dying, why do you look like you're dying?" The young prince glanced at Xing Yi secretly and found that he was frowning and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Blood flowed from the corner of Xing Yi's mouth. "As long as I'm here, you won't die."
The little hedgehog reached out and touched Xingyi's throat in shock. "It's you who's talking and you're not mute."
"That's what I said." Every time Xing Yi said a word, he spit out a mouthful of blood, staining his white robe red.
Every word is filled with tears.
The little hedgehog quickly covered his mouth.
Xingyi fed him a pill, watched the little hedgehog pass out, and carried him into the darkness again.
Intention: love, hate, love and hatred