What pain is more painful than having a knife inserted into a living person's heart?
Wen Xihe's hands holding the dagger trembled slightly. She brought the dagger close to the wound several times, and then quickly moved back. Her body trembled slightly, and her hands even more. She didn't even dare to think about what would happen when the dagger stabbed a person.
What kind of heart-wrenching pain would it be if someone had to forcefully dig open the skin and flesh?
She can't do it!
"I......"
She didn't dare to tell the truth, but when her eyes fell on the red liquid under He Mingjue, an urgent feeling in her heart drove her forward again, for fear that more blood would flow out of the wound.
.The fear of moving forward like this almost drove her crazy.
He Mingjue raised his eyes slightly and saw Wen Xihe struggling in pain. His face was terribly pale, but he couldn't help but smile.
"Xixi, if you don't take action, I will die from excessive blood loss!"
Wen Xihe's hand shook, and she raised her head to look at He Mingjue's face. Even though he was in so much pain, he was still smiling at her.
An unknown courage suddenly surged up in her heart, and she took a deep breath. Driven by this courage, her trembling hands slowly calmed down.
She bit her lip tightly, clenched the dagger in her hand, and pointed it at the wound. Gritting her teeth, the sharp instrument penetrated into the flesh, and the body under her palm suddenly became incredibly stiff. She heard a long gasp, and quickly
When he raised his head, he saw the almost distorted face of He Mingjue. Under the light of the fire, his body was stretched straight because of the pain. Sweat was pouring out from his forehead, and his fingers were pulling hard.
He clung to his clothes, and his fingertips even dug into the flesh of his palms.
He was in pain, and she was in even more pain.
She held her breath tightly, not daring to relax at all, and lowered the dagger further.
"kindness......"
Wen Xihe heard a muffled hum and suddenly felt her heart beat a beat slower. Her eyes widened and she exerted slight pressure on her hands.
At the last moment, with the muffled groan of the man almost collapsing, the bullet made a slight sound when it came into contact with the dagger, and finally fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
With a "pop" sound, the dagger in Wen Xihe's hand fell to the ground. She slumped on the ground, as if she had collapsed. Tears fell uncontrollably and "crackled" down. She didn't even have time to think more, and
He hurriedly got up from the ground, tore open his skirt with a "stab" sound, leaned over and carefully bandaged the wound where the bullet had been taken out.
This was something she had never experienced in her life. She felt scared, but she had to do it without hesitation.
There was mist in front of her eyes. Wen Xihe's eyes widened and she wrapped the wound around and around, fearing that if she didn't do it well enough, it would make the wound worse. She looked up at He Mingjue and closed his eyes.
He looked silent, feeling a pain in his heart, and quickly lowered his head to check the wound.
"Be patient, it will hurt a lot, but...well..."
A huge force pulled Wen Xihe fiercely. Before she could finish speaking, all her words were swallowed up in the man's lips. He held the back of her head forcefully and used an almost brutal force.
In this way, he inserted his tongue into her lips and entangled them hard. Cruelly, wantonly, and without leaving any room, as if he was using this method to reduce his perception of pain.
Wen Xihe did not dare to move, for fear of accidentally pulling on his wound. She could only stiffen her body, slightly avoiding his wound, and withstand his almost violent attack. She felt a little out of breath, and pressed her hands against
On a man's chest, I want to push it away but don't dare to push it away.
It wasn't until a long time later that He Mingjue gasped and let go of her. Their foreheads were pressed against each other, and their breaths were intertwined with each other. Even if it was painful, it could not stop the man's laughter.
"This way, it won't hurt!"
Wen Xihe had no intention of joking with him. She wanted to raise her head and roll her eyes at him, but in the end she just glanced down at his wound, got up and went to the side to add fuel to the fire.
The firelight shone on the woman's delicate face, and her face, which should have been crimson, was now pale. She turned her back to him, adding fire one after another. Her thin shoulders, closest to the fire, were trembling slightly.
.
"Xixi?" He Mingjue was half leaning on the tree trunk, squinting at the little woman who was pretending to be strong.
She ignored him and continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Wen Xihe!"
He slightly emphasized his tone, but still received no response.
He Mingjue closed his eyes, leaned against the tree trunk helplessly and sighed.
Wen Xihe, who had been beside the fire, suddenly stood up at this moment and rushed to He Mingjue's side. When He Mingjue opened his eyes and saw her, she had already rushed over and fiercely struck him with both hands.
She hugged his neck. She leaned over, her little body nestled against his side, her head buried in his neck, tears flowing down his neck into his body and into his heart.
"He Mingjue, from now on, let's stop fighting and getting angry. Let's be nice, okay?"
She lay on his shoulder and hugged He Mingjue tighter as she spoke.
When she was closest to death, when she realized that she might lose this man forever, what was on her mind was not what he had done to her to hurt her, but the best things in her past.
The memories, sweet and bitter, were the best time for her in the past twenty long years. He doted on her, loved her, and indulged her. He used his long time to give to her endlessly, and she used her long and long time to give to her.
Endless time to love him.
Between them, there is no Ye Yuwei, no Lan Lingzhou, only themselves.
Sure enough, people will understand what they really think in their hearts only when they are close to death or even face death.
The man's hand holding her suddenly tightened, his throat rolled silently, and finally, all his strength turned into one word.
"good!"
He Mingjue turned sideways and kissed the person next to him. The pain in his brows seemed to be endlessly relaxed at this moment, and he slowly relaxed. There seemed to be a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.
Looking up at the fire, the fire crackled with thunder, just like the more than 300 turbulent days in their past.
"Xixi, do you know how it feels when a part of a person is forcibly separated from the body?"
He Mingjue said, his eyes intertwined with the flickering light of the fire, which was particularly soft.
What Wen Xihe never knew was that to He Mingjue, she was just the part of his body that was separated. She took herself away from his body forcefully.
It's not just her who's in pain?
Those days were not only the saddest days for Wen Xihe.