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At the moment when the situation changed, Xiao Xiangzi seemed to be swaying like a withered leaf in the wind, unable to withstand the torment of fate, trembling and falling down. Seeing this scene, Mo Deqian felt as if his heart was being twisted by a knife. He rushed forward and embraced her slender body. Although his arm strength was strong, it could not conceal his panic and confusion at this moment.
" Xiao Xiangzi!" There was a subtle tremor in Mo Deqian's voice, as he looked down at Xiao Xiangzi's pale face, his heart aching. Xiao Xiangzi's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if struggling with the sleeping consciousness, but ultimately, her once bright eyes closed.
Zhou Dawei and Cui Hongxian rushed forward when they saw the situation, only to find Xiao Xiangzi in Mo Deqian's arms, with disheveled long hair covering his once mischievous eyes, now seemingly unconscious. Worry was written all over Zhou Dawei's honest face: "Mo Deqian, we need to find a doctor quickly!"
Mo Deqian nodded, determination flashing in his eyes as he gently picked up Xiao Xiangzi and hurried towards the nearby town. The town was not far, but for Mo Deqian, every step felt like a heavy burden, heavy and painful.
The remnants of the ancient battlefield reflected the silence of the night. Mo Deqian, pale-faced, urgently held Xiao Xiangzi in his arms. His brows furrowed, he hurried through the dense forest towards the nearby town.
The night wind howled, and the tree shadows swayed. Mo Deqian's heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, flooded with anxiety and self-blame. His mind was filled with worry for Xiao Xiangzi, hatred towards Ye Wuke, and self-reproach for his own helplessness.
In the night of the small town, the lights were dim, and a sense of quietness enveloped the ancient streets. Mo Deqian hurriedly arrived at a seemingly simple but quietly elegant clinic, carrying the unconscious Xiao Xiangzi in his arms. Although his face showed little expression, his urgency was evident in his movements.
The doctor at the clinic immediately recognized the urgency of the situation and quickly and carefully began to treat Xiao Xiangzi. His professional and steady hands skillfully administered acupuncture to Xiao Xiangzi while carefully observing her complexion.
Mo Deqian stood aside, his figure straight. Although he spoke little, his anxiety and unease were evident from his tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling shoulders. His gaze alternated between closely watching the doctor's movements and staring at Xiao Xiangzi's pale face, with waves of exhaustion and worry surging in his heart.
After careful treatment, the doctor finally set down the medical needle and looked at Mo Deqian, saying, "Fortunately, you arrived just in time. This young lady has only suffered internal injuries, compounded by excessive fatigue. She needs several days of rest to recover." His voice carried a tone of strict judgment.
Upon hearing this, Mo Deqian finally breathed a sigh of relief. His body relaxed slightly, but the fatigue and worry in his eyes became even more apparent. He lowered his head to gaze at the unconscious Xiao Xiangzi, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions, yet unable to express any of them. His fingers gently touched Xiao Xiangzi's hand, a rare display of tenderness from him.
Seeing this, the doctor comforted him, saying, "This young lady is fortunate. She just needs to rest and recover from her injuries. You also need to rest and not overexert yourself."
Mo Deqian nodded, looked deeply at Xiao Xiangzi, then turned and sat on a nearby chair, but his gaze never left Xiao Xiangzi, like a calm and resolute guardian.
The night in the small town grew late, leaving only dim lights and Mo Deqian's deep breathing in the clinic. In this quiet night, Mo Deqian quietly waited, anticipating Xiao Xiangzi's awakening.
It's late at night, and the clinic is quiet, with only the gentle breathing of Xiao Xiangzi and the faint footsteps of Mo Deqian. Mo Deqian carefully tucks her in, then sits quietly by the bed, watching over her. His eyes are deep and complex, as if recalling something and anticipating something at the same time.
Meanwhile, Zhou Dawei and Cui Hongxian are carefully investigating around the small town. Cui Hongxian jumps lightly off the roof and walks towards Zhou Dawei, frowning. "There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious in this town, and there's no sign of the ' Ye Wuke' person."
Zhou Dawei nodded, with a worried look in his eyes: " Xiao Xiangzi's injuries, how are they?"
Cui Hongxian answered softly: "Mo Deqian has been taking care of her, she should be fine. Let's still be careful, to prevent Ye Wuke from causing any more trouble."
After exchanging some information, the two of them disappeared into the night, continuing to guard the peace of the small town.
Mo Deqian sat in a dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow on his stern face. His posture was upright, much like his usual cold and old-fashioned demeanor, but in this quiet night, his gaze alternated between the serene face of Xiao Xiangzi and the night sky outside the window. In the sparse candlelight, beneath his calm exterior, there seemed to be complex emotions that were difficult to express.
Xiao Xiangzi lay on the bed, her face pale, long hair scattered on the pillow, like a deep and quiet pool of water, calm and profound. Her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had already distanced herself from the hustle and bustle of the world, entering a peaceful dream.
Mo Deqian reached out and gently stroked Xiao Xiangzi's hair. His movements were extremely gentle, as if afraid of waking her. In his eyes, the tenderness that was not easily noticeable on ordinary days was particularly evident at this moment. His heart was full of words, wanting to confide in Xiao Xiangzi, but in this quiet night, he chose silence.
The moonlight outside seeped through the window and intertwined with the candlelight in the room, creating a gentle play of light and shadow. Mo Deqian quietly waited, his eyes filled with anticipation, longing for Xiao Xiangzi to wake up soon, hoping to see her bright and cunning eyes once again.
As time passed, the candlelight in the room gradually grew dim. Mo Deqian remained quietly seated, his eyes revealing a subtle sense of worry. Xiao Xiangzi's awakening meant that she had ultimately overcome the shadow of death, and he would continue to guard her by her side as always.
However, the night before the storm always feels the longest and loneliest. Mo Deqian's thoughts drifted back to the past battles and the moment he met Xiao Xiangzi. Their fate was so strange yet so full of twists and turns.
On this stormy night, everything was quiet, only Mo Deqian's heart was silently waiting for the dawn to come.
The three days passed quickly, and Mo Deqian remained by Xiao Xiangzi's bedside like a shadow. In the dim room, the flickering candlelight illuminated Mo Deqian's deep expression. His heart, like the silent night, awaited the arrival of dawn.
At daybreak, Xiao Xiangzi finally slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was unfocused, as if still immersed in the mist of a long dream. In her haze, she saw Mo Deqian's concerned and nervous eyes.
"You're awake." Mo Deqian's voice was gentle, but with an imperceptible tremor. He couldn't help but hold Xiao Xiangzi tightly in his arms, as if this could keep all worries and unease at bay.
Xiao Xiangzi was momentarily unable to react, feeling a bit at a loss from the sudden embrace. She cleared her throat, trying to conceal her embarrassment, and whispered, "Mo Deqian, what are you doing?"
Mo Deqian Realizing that his actions were a bit too impulsive, he slowly let go of her, a rare look of guilt appearing on his face: "Sorry for being a bit... seeing you awake."
Xiao Xiangzi Shaking her head slightly, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth: "It's okay. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days."
Mo Deqian nodded, a look of relief in his eyes: "Your well-being is my greatest comfort. During this time, Ye Wuke has not caused any more trouble, it seems he has also suffered serious injuries."
Xiao Xiangzi heard this, her eyes thoughtful: "If Ye Wuke is truly like this, perhaps we can take this opportunity to find a breakthrough."
Mo Deqian nodded, " Zhou Dawei and Cui Hongxian are investigating outside. But your injuries have just started to improve, you need more rest."
Xiao Xiangzi chuckled, pulled back the covers, and tried to get out of bed, "Lying in bed will only make me feel more restricted. I need to move around a bit."
Mo Deqian saw the situation and quickly reached out to support: "Be careful."
Xiao Xiangzi stood up, feeling weak all over, but she endured it, unwilling to show weakness in front of Mo Deqian. She whispered, "In these days, we have missed many opportunities. We must expose the conspiracy of Ye Wuke as soon as possible."
Mo Deqian frowned slightly. He understood Xiao Xiangzi's personality - once she made a decision, it was difficult to change her mind. He agreed in a low voice, "Okay, but you must promise not to force yourself."
Xiao Xiangzi nodded, her eyes sly, "Don't worry, I know my limits."
So, the two of them began to discuss their next plan. Xiao Xiangzi kept searching for clues about " Ye Wuke " in her mind, while Mo Deqian silently supported her and offered his insights.
Their conversation was filled with strategies and disputes, as well as compromises. However, their goal remained the same - to uncover the true nature of " Ye Wuke " and protect the peace of this community.
On this eve before the storm, everything seems to be quietly changing.
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