On the day he was forced to marry Yan Jing'an, Qinghe hid a piece of pine nut candy in his purse. He fell into her arms and vomited half of his blood without lifting the wedding dress or drinking the wine.
When the whole room was filled with cries, Qinghe hid in a corner and finished chewing the candy, hoping that when the sick man died, she would use her severance pay to open a candy shop.
Unexpectedly, this sick young man could actually survive.
She secretly counted the number of times he coughed up blood every day, from early spring to late winter, and he used pine nut candies to coax her into reciting the stories about the comings and goings of winter and summer in a thousand-character novel.
Reciprocating the courtesy, she coaxed him to take medicine. His wrist bones were so bruised that her palms ached, but she still laughed: "Madam, give me another honey-soaked plum, so that my husband can live until the loquats are ripe."
She suddenly didn't want him to die.
Everyone despised her for being a fool, but he was the only one who stood by her side from beginning to end, holding her hand and saying with a firm smile: "Madam is very smart."
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As a sick man, Yan Jing'an has been immersed in bitter medicine all his life.
The birthday gift was life-sustaining ginseng, the wedding banquet was made with snow ganoderma, and even the bride was chosen according to her horoscope.
All he wanted was to die quickly.
But his little lady foolishly sewed prayer ribbons for him and prayed to gods she didn't believe in; she coated his bitter pills with sugar one by one; she boiled loquat ointment for him to stop coughing with her own hands... She even climbed up the 108 steps of Huici Temple step by step and knelt in front of the Buddha, just begging for His mercy...
He was afraid of being her sin, but she showed the brightest smile in her life, and with the determination born from knowing nothing, she made an unswerving vow to him word by word: "Yan Jing'an, I will not suffer because of you, never."
On the eve of the beginning of spring, he vomited black blood, but her eyes were filled with tears because she did not understand that death meant farewell.
He forced himself to sit up, smiled and replaced the white velvet flowers in her hair with green hairpins, "Madam, I want to taste the sweetness of the loquats planted by Madam."
The young lady frowned and thought, "Then we have to wait until the loquats are ripe..."
He suddenly wanted to live, and he wanted to live until the loquats in the garden matured a hundred times.
He was willing to cough up blood every day, not be able to sleep well, and soaked in bitter medicine all day long. He was willing to use this to separate his sick bones and prolong the years and grow old together with her.
Mission: Love and hope are the cures for suffering
