vstars Chapter 15
Chapter 15
"What if you get sick from eating this?! Although it's an anesthetic, it's also highly poisonous!"
Liu Qishan said helplessly, "I'll be fine. I know what I'm doing. It takes a certain amount to kill someone. I'll be alright."
He repeated it again.
Nalan Jingwen was still angry. How could someone be so careless about their own health?!
"I'm a doctor, you have to trust me. Besides, this little bit of poison won't kill me."
Nalan Jing understood his implied meaning and questioned him sharply, "What do you mean? Do you often take poison?"
Liu Qishan grabbed her hand precisely, trying to comfort her, "I can't see, so I can only judge whether a medicine is curative or deadly through my sense of smell and taste. If I'm familiar with a medicine, I can tell what it is with just a sniff. If I encounter an unfamiliar one and I'm not sure about its properties, I can only taste it myself. Only after tasting it myself can I feel at ease."
"At first, I would get poisoned, so I always kept various antidotes on hand. Later, my body gradually adapted and was no longer bothered by the toxins, so I stopped taking antidotes. So don't worry, you'll be fine."
Nalan Jing listened to his calm narration with a complicated expression. Looking at his pale and handsome face, she was speechless for a moment.
She opened her mouth and asked, "What if I get poisoned?"
Liu Qishan remained calm, as if he knew she would ask that question.
"Then just stay here and sleep for a few days. You'll wake up naturally once the effects of the medicine wear off."
She makes it sound so easy, but to transform an ordinary person into someone immune to all poisons is unimaginable. She can almost picture that frail body curled up in the wilderness, with no safety at all. To say she slept for days is an understatement; she must have walked through the gates of hell several times.
So, the reason he found me in the snow was because of his extremely strong sense of smell, which detected the smell of blood.
Nalan Jingwen once again recognized the man's resilience and strong character, but also felt a pang of heartache.
Liu Qishan didn't hear Nalan Jingwen's voice, so he didn't say anything more. He picked up the medicine he had just thrown on the ground and put it into his basket.
Nalan Jing, watching his actions, inexplicably uttered a sentence:
"Liu Qishan, if you don't mind, then marry me. Let's make do and live our lives together."
She was really worried about this man, especially after what had just happened.
Anyway, she's all alone now, drifting and helpless. Having him by her side in the future wouldn't be a bad thing, especially since she also has feelings for him.
Liu Qishan seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move, his body somewhat stiff, and he did not answer her question.
Nalan Jingwen knew that Liu Qishan had heard him, so he sighed and called out, "Liu Qishan?"
The latter then moved and turned towards her.
She could see the complex expression on Liu Qishan's face. As dawn broke, sunlight pierced through the morning mist and shone into the forest, illuminating his face and making his expression even clearer.
It felt like a mix of emotions: inner turmoil, nostalgia, and pain.
Sad? Why am I sad?
She didn't understand. Had she done something wrong? Or had her words offended him?
She wanted to ask, but Liu Qishan spoke first.
"You want to marry me? Do you like me?"
"Are you just pitying me, afraid that if I die out there, no one will collect my body?"
Liu Qishan stared intently at Nalan Jingwen with a serious expression.
Nalan Jingwen's lips parted slightly, the word caught in her throat: Did she like him? She asked herself in her heart.
Like it?
I don't think so. I just have a good impression of him, but it hasn't reached the point of liking him yet.
Is it pitiful?
Not entirely. She felt he didn't need her pity. She admired him and felt sorry for him. His perseverance was probably more out of reluctance to let go.
I'm reluctant to part ways with him now, and I hope they can continue to get along so easily and comfortably.
But she didn't want to lie to him.
Liu Qishan received no answer, and his expression became even more serious.
"If it's the latter, I won't marry you. I'll only marry someone who loves me."
He spoke with absolute certainty, leaving no room for negotiation.
Nalan Jingwen frowned and said, "No, I would never marry someone just because I pity them."
She took a few steps forward, took his hand, and spoke earnestly.
"I don't want to lie to you. I don't love you, but I do have feelings for you. It's not because I pity you that I want to marry you."
Liu Qishan stood still, his hand still being held by her, and he showed no intention of pulling it back. Hearing her words, his eyelashes trembled.
Nalan Jingwen continued, "I want to live a simple and peaceful life with you. If you want me to like you, it's not difficult. I have feelings for you, and it's only a matter of time before I fall in love with you. I can feel that you have feelings for me too, can't you?"
Liu Qishan looked up at her, his empty eyes staring straight into her heart, filled with a sense of sorrow.
“I’ve been rejected by my fiancé before, and no one wants to marry someone who has been rejected and whose reputation is ruined.”
"I don't care about that."
She gripped his hand even tighter.
"To me, none of this matters. What I want to marry is you as a person, not your so-called reputation. Being rejected is not your fault, and you shouldn't be the one being blamed."
Her tone was so earnest that it was impossible to tell if she was being genuine.
Liu Qishan remained standing silently, his fingers slightly curled, exuding an air of dejection.
Nalan Jingwen took a few steps closer to him and tentatively reached out to hug him.
The body in her arms trembled, stiffened but did not refuse. His unique fragrance lingered around her; she loved the scent of him.
"Give me a chance to try."
She clearly sensed that Liu Qishan didn't dislike her, and might even like her, though it wasn't obvious and was hard for anyone to notice. But he still gave himself away; when she slept, she would always see him staring blankly in her direction, and she had caught glimpses of that longing and tenderness several times.
Liu Qishan usually disguises himself very well, showing no signs of anything unusual, but his emotions are most clearly revealed when it is late at night or when he is alone.
She thought about it for a long time and finally understood that she didn't dislike Liu Qishan, and being with him would be a good choice.
Liu Qishan remained silent in her arms, and she didn't know what he meant. She pulled him out to take a look, but she didn't want to force him. He was very gentle and had a very mild temperament, so she couldn't be fierce to him. She was afraid of disturbing him if she raised her voice even slightly.
If Liu Qishan is unwilling, she will not force him.
Just as she was about to pull the person out, she heard the person in her arms groan, then slip from her grasp and fall to the ground.
Nalan Jing was startled and immediately caught him as he fell, his brows furrowed with worry.
"What’s wrong with you?!"
Liu Qishan leaned against her chest, tilting his head back. His fair neck was delicate and slender, with faint blue veins showing, which made Nalan Jingwen's eyes darken.
He shook his head, exhaled a breath from his thin lips, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that the remaining juice from Zechuan took effect, it's nothing serious."