After realizing that it was just a dream, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so terrifying. She dreamed that Mu Yanqin was covered in blood, like a walking zombie, walking farther and farther away, and no matter how much she shouted from behind, she couldn't hear him.
This dream was too real. The feeling of watching him leave was as if someone had taken something away from her heart.
"Mu Yanqin?" She quickly looked to the side, and it was Mu Yanqin's shadow that had long since disappeared.
Yitong was a little panicked. He was injured, where could he go? Or maybe those people came to find him?
No longer thinking about it, Yi Tong immediately ran out. Because it rained at night and there was mud at the bottom of the mountain, she ran in a hurry and fell several times. But when she thought that Mu Yanqin might be in danger, she did not care.
No pain, get up and continue looking.
"Mu Yanqin! Mu Yanqin!" She shouted with anxiety.
Finally, she found him by the creek. The moment she saw him, all the fear and anxiety fell to the ground along with the huge stone in her heart.
Mu Yanqin was slaughtering a hare. After hearing her footsteps, he slowly turned his head. Looking at the mud on her body and the scratches on her arms, he frowned slightly.
"Why don't you stay in the cave?"
"I..." Just as Yitong opened her mouth, she realized that her voice was choked, and then her eyes were filled with mist. The mist gathered more and more, and her sight was already covered.
Mu Yanqin frowned, endured the pain in his leg and stood up, walked towards her, stared at her, "What happened?"
Yitong shook her head and hurriedly turned her face away, not wanting him to see her like this, because even she couldn't figure it out.
Mu Yanqin raised his eyes and pursed his thin lips tightly. He stared at her for a long time, then grabbed her hand, walked back to the stream with some difficulty, tore off the corners of his clothes and soaked them in the water.
He stood up, held her face in his hands, and wiped it carefully with a wet cloth. His movements were very gentle, and even showed care and concern that even he himself could not detect.
Yitong lowered her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks like crystal beads.
"I...I had a dream. I dreamed that you were covered in blood..."
Mu Yanqin paused for a moment, looking at her tears, the pain in his heart continued to spread. He looked at her for a moment, and it was the first time he saw her crying so unabashedly.
"so what?"
Yitong shook her head again, "I don't know."
She didn't know why she was obsessed with a dream, she didn't know why she was upset because she couldn't find him, and she didn't know why she shed tears after seeing him.
She didn't like herself like this, and she didn't like the feeling of being affected by him.
Mu Yanqin said nothing, but his eyes became complicated as her tears unknowingly appeared.
He sighed quietly, and then gently hugged Yitong into his arms.
At this moment, Pingting's image has gradually blurred. What becomes clearer and clearer is Yitong's face that is sometimes cold and sometimes sad...