"No, this king is okay." Chu Xuanchen hurriedly retracted his hand, put his hand behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "You don't care about me, you can go out."

"No, we are a family, how can I care about you? When I just came in, I smelled a strong smell of blood, plus you have shut yourself up in the study recently, and you don't want to see people. I am. I always feel that you have something to hide from me, are you shutting yourself up here and hurting yourself?"

As Yun Ruoyue said, she stubbornly pulled his left arm, and said, "Don't move, let me see!"

Seeing her persistence, Chu Xuanchen had no choice but to relax and hand her his hand.

In his eyes, there was a deep sense of helplessness and discomfort.

Yun Ruoyue took his hand and opened his sleeve, a piece of blood spilled out and hit her brain.

I saw scratches everywhere on his left arm, and the old and new wounds, like a winding bug, were light brown, dark brown, and bright red.

The bright red one is still bleeding, which is obviously the one just drawn.

She suddenly removed the official document on the table and saw a blood-stained dagger placed under it.

She trembled all over, "How could this happen? Husband, why do you hurt yourself like this?"

Seeing the scars all over the thorns, her heart hurts, like being hollowed out.

"Yue'er, I'm fine." Chu Xuanchen said solemnly, "Only in this way can I stay awake. Unhappy things."

Yun Ruoyue looked at him and found that his face was very pale, a manifestation of excessive blood loss.

His face was deep, with cold sweat on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth as if he was enduring pain as hard as he could.

She knew that he was sick again, but he kept holding back.

She didn't expect that he was so stupid that he would rather hurt herself than others.

Her eye sockets turned red, tears gushing out, "Husband, why are you so stupid? Come to me when you are sad, you can rush to me if you are angry, I am willing to bear it for you. How can you hurt yourself I would rather you hurt me, scold me, yell at me, and I don't want you to hurt myself like this. Do you know how painful my heart is? I feel so uncomfortable!"

Chu Xuanchen grasped her hand and said affectionately: "No, Yue'er, I swear in my heart, I would rather hurt myself than hurt you again."

"So you treat yourself this way? Have you been sick many times recently, but you just use self-injury to keep yourself awake? In fact, you have been tolerant in front of others, but behind others, you are facing it alone. Pain. You are so stupid." Yun Ruoyue said, actively hugging Chu Xuanchen tightly.

No wonder his temper has become a lot more stable recently, and he is not angry with the people. It turns out that he has been tolerating it all the time.

He even hid in the study to hurt himself, but she never noticed, thinking that his condition was under control.

Looking at the scars on his arm, it is estimated that there are several in a day, indicating that his recent illness frequency is much higher than before, and he didn't tell her.

Instead, Chu Xuanchen patted Yun Ruoyue on the shoulder and smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry too much, this king is fine. When the king was on the battlefield, he suffered ten times more injuries than now. What is it?"

Now even if it is a servant, he will not be angry with them casually, because if the servant is afraid of him, it will scare Yue'er.