Chapter 1652: Please Don’t Die, Please Don’t Die…

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The air around her became colder and colder. The little girl's body in her arms was shaking violently at first, but as time passed, she stopped shaking. Not only did she stop shaking, her breathing became shallow.

This was not a good sign. Rong Mo became more and more flustered. He swallowed and patted the girl's face gently.

"Hey, wake up, wake up..."

After calling twice, there was no movement from the little man in his arms. After thinking for a while, Rong Mo had to stand up shivering, rubbed his arms, and ran to the door to look around.

There were many gaps in the wooden door that leaked air. Looking out from the gaps, it was already dark outside, and there was silence and no one around.

Rong Mo wiped his face, banged the door and shouted: "Come here, someone is injured here. He needs to call a doctor. Please go and call a doctor..."

The snoring night wind rattled the wooden door, and there was no response from outside the freezing cold icehouse.

Rong Mo screamed for a full quarter of an hour, until his throat was dry, and then he ran back panting. The little girl he placed on the sack still had her eyes closed. Rong Mo used his hand to explore her in fear. Sniffing, thankfully, breathing.

He picked up the little girl again, took off his lining, and used the insulating silk cloth to cover the little girl's neck and cheeks, hoping to use this clumsy way to keep her slightly warm.

"Hey, wake up, wake up first..."

He kept calling, and he was afraid that if the little girl fell asleep again, she would really not be able to wake up.

The little girl seemed to have gained some consciousness due to his moving around, but her heavy eyelids lifted slightly, and then quickly drooped back because she was too tired.

Rong Mo saw her eyelashes trembling and shouted in surprise: "When you wake up, look at me. Stop falling asleep and look at me..."

The little boy hurriedly held the little girl's face, pressed his forehead against hers, and breathed into her.

The little girl finally took a breath and looked weakly at the person in front of her. Her cheeks and lips were almost transparent: "I... so... so sleepy..."

"Can't sleep anymore, don't sleep anymore, let's talk, and we won't feel sleepy anymore if we talk..."

The little girl swallowed and seemed to understand her current situation. She steeled herself and asked tiredly: "Say...what...what..."

"Tell...talk about your parents, your sister, your family, or, or anything else, you can say whatever you want..."

The little girl didn't have the strength to describe it. Many people and things were running through her mind. Finally, her eyes slowly turned red and she pressed her face into the little boy's arms. She sobbed and said aggrievedly: "I... okay ...It hurts so much, I...I want...my...little...miss..."

Rong Mo saw her crying, crying unbearably and unbearably, and his heart was in knots. He roared angrily into the air: "What the hell is this place! Why is there no one! Why is there no one to guard us after they arrest us?" ! Come on! Come on!”

The little girl became tired after crying twice. Her eyelids drooped and she wanted to fall asleep again.

Rong Mo had no choice but to coax her again and rub her face gently: "Don't worry, don't worry, we will definitely be saved. It has been a few hours. Father must have noticed that we are missing. He will find us." , hold on, hey, do you hear me?"

The little girl stopped moving. After a brief period of awakening, an even more intense trance followed. She closed her eyes heavily and leaned on Rong Mo's arms with all her strength. She didn't even know where she was now. Just now The pain I still felt seemed to be gone now. Numbness, coldness, and the desire to just sleep is getting stronger and stronger. There seems to be a voice in her head telling her this. The voice says, sleep, sleep, sleep, and you will be comfortable...

If you sleep over... you won't be cold or in pain...

The little girl only felt that the voice was lingering. Slowly, she gave in and relaxed herself as if following her original intention. Then, she saw a road appeared in front of her, a bright and warm road.

The voice said again, just walk over, just walk over, just go to the end...

Go...go over...

Then, let's go there...

The thoughts in her mind stirred up her consciousness, but before she could take a step forward, a violent crashing sound shattered the road ahead.

The little girl felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head, and she suddenly woke up.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and the "clang" sound in her ears became clearer.

She tilted her head to look for the source of the sound. In her blurred vision, she saw a naked little boy holding his arms and using his body to hit the cold door in front of him.

Just now, Rong Mo took off his last piece of obscene clothing and put it on the little girl.

The little girl found her voice: "You...you..." But she couldn't fully express herself.

The little boy was headless, his shoulder had been bruised by the wooden door, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, without any hesitation or stagnation in his movements.

The door was locked from the outside, and the child's strength was still limited. Rong Mo didn't know how long he had been banging against it, and even after the collision, he began to feel dizzy and numb, but the door still didn't move at all.

Rong Mo was very angry. He waved his fists as if to vent his anger and yelled insults at the door: "Open the door! Open the fucking door! What kind of hidden bastard has the guts to come in front of me? See if I don't do it." You guys are in pieces! You only know how to bully little girls! Get out of here!”

While bumping and cursing, his arm soon began to bleed. The second young man, who was lawless and domineering in the past, at a young age, experienced for the first time what despair and helplessness are.

When the door didn't open, Rong Mo ran back to check on the girl.

The little girl shed tears silently. She did not sleep anymore. She sniffed and took her last breath, urging: "You...you put on...put on...the clothes..."

Rong Mo didn't listen to her and covered her tightly with thick clothes, leaving no gaps.

The little girl pushed his hand and said: "You...you wear...you can...live..."

Rong Mo gritted his teeth. After a while, he brushed his face with the back of his hand and boldly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He choked with sobs and picked up the little girl and hugged her into his arms, but couldn't say a word.

The overall situation seems to be doomed. Injured and cold, this little girl that he has hated and hated for three years may really be about to die.

But what if he doesn't want her to die?

Don't die, don't die, okay...

The more Rong Mo cried, the harder he cried. Because of his own incompetence and his inability to remedy the situation, he was particularly angry, angry at those bastards and angry at himself.

The two just hugged each other without saying a word, and time passed by bit by bit.

Until the little girl fell asleep again.

Rong Mo looked at her haggard face and wanted to cover her face with his hands again, but when he raised it, he realized that his hands were no better than ice cubes.

He breathed for a while and wanted to warm his hands, but gradually, his eyelids began to feel heavy. He was wearing no clothes in the cold icehouse. The pampered young master could not bear it.

Drowsily, Rong Mo thought, wondering if his father would be sad if he died, or would he be like his sister, who didn't care and wouldn't even look at her?

"...Is it here? Spear, is it here?"

At the last moment before Rong Mo lost consciousness, he heard a trance-like voice coming from outside the door.

He suspected that it was an illusion, but then he heard a fierce barking of a dog: "Woof, woof, woof!"

Then, there was that voice again: "What a great spear, someone, come and break this door open!"

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When he woke up again, Rong Mo heard faint sobbing, right next to his ear.

The little boy frowned tiredly. He wanted to move his body, but he felt weak and couldn't lift his hands.

Then, he heard his aunt's voice, and she shouted suddenly and excitedly: "You're awake, are you awake? Mo'er, Mo'er, the doctor, hurry up and call the doctor..."

After a period of chaos, Rong Mo completely regained consciousness. He saw his familiar and gentle biological mother beside the bed, and Dr. Chen, who had a white beard and white hair, taking his pulse.

He tried to open his mouth, but no words came out.

Dr. Chen pressed the little boy's shoulder soothingly and warned: "Your fever has just gone away. It is normal for you to have a hoarse voice. It will be better in two days. Don't talk for these two days. Rest peacefully. Take the medicine on time." drink."

Dr. Chen is a senior doctor in the Imperial Hospital and is in charge of pediatrics. When Rong Mo was younger, every time he was naughty or caught a cold, he always took the medicine prescribed by Dr. Chen. Over time, he became familiar with it. , Rong Mo has always respected this respected old gentleman, but today, he is not as obedient as before.

He struggled, but still managed to make a sound: "Then...that...stinky...stinky girl...there..."

Rong Mo's aunt covered her face and cried, but did not answer.

Rong Mo's face suddenly turned pale: "She... she died... died..."

"No, no." Doctor Chen hurriedly explained: "The fifth lady is seriously injured. Although she has not yet awakened, her life is not in danger. The second young master can rest assured."

Rong Mo propped himself up, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going... to see... to see..."

"What are you looking at?" Rong Mo's aunt looked indignant: "If it weren't for her, how could you suffer this? She is in your father's room, so far away, how can you get there? Lie down for me and don't move around. You are not allowed to leave the bed until you are healed!”

Rong Mo's movement to stand up paused, and he suddenly looked at his aunt: "She...she is...in...father...room? Then...then...father...come to see me...?"

Rong Mo's aunt said nothing, but started crying again.

Rong Mo had the answer in his heart, and after a while, he lay back on the bed.

Doctor Chen was a kind-hearted man and comforted her: "The fifth lady is dying, so the prince should take more care of her. The second young master does not need to worry too much and should just calm down and rest."

Rong Mo stared at the gauze curtain of the bed absentmindedly, thinking to himself, why, why is he not even as good as that wild girl?