Wen Xihe recalled the rumbling and gunshots in her ears at the moment they fell off the cliff. She suddenly felt her scalp numb, and she could clearly feel a thick layer of sweat in her slightly open palms.
After a year, she felt as if she was once again facing the despair of losing a man.
There was darkness all over her body, and she stood helpless like a child who had lost her direction. She didn't know which way she should move towards, and she couldn't feel the familiar breath of a person. She didn't know if he was with her.
His side was already injured when he fell off the cliff.
Despair and fear were like a densely intertwined net, trapping her layer by layer.
When she called He Mingjue over and over again in the darkness, until finally she could no longer resist the fear in her heart, squatted down in the darkness, and finally cried.
"He Mingjue, where are you... where are you... I'm afraid... why are you ignoring me... why are you ignoring me...
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The wind seemed to get stronger all of a sudden, wrapping all her despair, fear and sobs soundlessly in the wind.
"Don't cry..."
There was a sound like the sound of nature, not far away from her, as thin as a mosquito, but it made Wen Xihe, who was squatting on the ground and crying to himself, jump up instantly.
"Ajue?!"
It was him! That was a voice she would never forget in her life!
The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and she stood there without daring to make a sound, straining her ears to listen to the sounds around her. It was not her auditory hallucination, the sound was very small, it just sounded for a moment in the darkness, and then disappeared.
Gone. She held her breath in the darkness, waiting for the next encounter.
"Xixi..."
When He Mingjue's voice came from the darkness again, Wen Xihe's tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably. It was the feeling that in the deepest despair, countless flames of hope suddenly appeared.
Wen Xihe suddenly burst into tears of joy. She jumped up, stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and stumbled towards the direction where the sound came from.
She stumbled a lot along the way. When she rushed to the place where the sound came from, knelt on the ground and groped carefully, she realized that her legs were in pain due to the bump just now. She gritted her teeth and
He Mingjue's name was whispered in the darkness.
"Arjue, where are you? Where are you?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a sound of rapid breathing in her ears. Wen Xihe's hand trembled, and the next second, she touched a warm body.
"Ajue!" She rushed over, and her whole body was carried forward by the sudden force. A loud gasp suddenly sounded in the darkness, and Wen Xihe froze in the darkness. She quickly backed away.
He Mingjue waited a little distance away from He Mingjue's side, then stretched out his hand to grope around him again.
"Are you okay? Are you injured?"
Before she finished speaking, her hands stopped on the man's slender legs. There was a thick touch under her palms. With her heart sinking, Wen Xihe summoned up the courage to put her hand between her nose.
Instantly, a strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.
he got hurt!
As if anticipating Wen Xihe's next reaction, a hand stretched out from the darkness and touched Wen Xihe's cold cheek to stop her from trembling and from crying. In the darkness, the man's deep voice slowly
came, silently comforting Wen Xihe's emotions that were about to lose control.
"Don't cry!" He Mingjue seemed to be very satisfied with the result when he noticed that Wen Xihe was just biting his lip and trembling silently, but did not shed any tears. He gently rubbed Wen Xihe's chin with his cold fingertips and comforted him softly, "
Baby, I'm fine!" He moved his body slightly and whispered, "Xixi, left pocket!"
Wen Xihe endured the fear in her heart, and obediently sat up on her knees next to He Mingjue, leaned over and carefully avoided his body, and fumbled in his pocket for a while. When her fingertips touched a cold
When I saw the object, I finally couldn't help but shout out with joy.
"Arjue, it's a lighter!"
She tried to sit up and light the lighter, but was held down by He Mingjue's hand, "Good boy, light the fire first!"
She didn't know what He Mingjue meant, but now her brain couldn't think at all. She could only listen to He Mingjue's words and subconsciously rely on the body's instructions to act. Her mind was filled with the smell of blood that lingered between her nostrils the moment before.
.
She collected dry firewood around the two of them as fast as she could, and finally rushed back to He Mingjue. When she lit the fire with trembling hands, Wen Xi looked at the fire that was spreading everywhere.
He finally saw He Mingjue's wounds clearly.
A bullet hit his thigh. Even though He Mingjue was covering the wound with all his strength at this moment, Wen Xihe could still faintly see the red liquid seeping out from between his fingers.
She rushed to He Mingjue's side and wanted to reach out to touch the wound. However, her eyes froze when she touched He Mingjue's suppressed and pale face. Her hand was suspended in mid-air, wanting to touch it but not daring to.
Peng. In the end, he could only curse in a low voice with red eyes and bewilderment, "Idiot, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Cursing and cursing, he lowered his head and began to tear the skirt of his lower body.
"You bear it!"
But at this moment, a pair of hands held her hand again. He Mingjue's face, even under the firelight, was still pale and transparent. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and gave her a weak smile,
While shaking his head gently, he reached out and took out a dagger from under his body.
A sharp light flashed across Wen Xihe's eyes. While she was still stunned in place, He Mingjue had already thrown the dagger in her hand to her.
"Take out the bullet!"
Wen Xihe's face suddenly turned a bit paler than that of He Mingjue. Her eyes fell from the dagger to the man's face, and her voice was slightly trembling.
"You're crazy!"
There was no way to sterilize or anesthetize. In such an environment, the only tool they had was a dagger.
It will hurt him to death!
However, He Mingjue shook his head slightly and reached over slightly with his hand. Wen Xihe bit her lip and quickly reached over.
"It doesn't matter!" He Mingjue smiled. Under the firelight, although the smile was pale, it was dazzling and colorful. Just like the smile he had every time he pampered and indulged her in the past.
"You think I don't want you. When you run away from home," he put his palm slightly close to her chest, without any hint of lust, his voice was soft, and there was a trace of complicated emotions between his brows, "when you feel that the whole world has betrayed you.
,Does it hurt here?"
Wen Xihe was stunned. She raised her head and looked at He Mingjue. The man's eyes were flashing, but with inexplicable meaning. Her nose felt sour, and she couldn't help but nodded lightly.
Maybe others don't know, but she understands it herself.
When I realized that He Mingjue had let go of me, that kind of pain could not be replaced by any kind of pain in this life.
It was the pain of the collapse of the world that I had worked so hard to maintain.
He Mingjue took a deep look at Wen Xihe, closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk behind him, sighing.