"..." Murong Canghai lifted up his robe and threw it back. He squatted on one knee in front of her and held her sprained left foot in his hands. After careful inspection, he found that there were signs of swelling at the ankle.
He half clenched his palm into a fist, covering the sprained area, and groped gently. After a while, Su Yueming felt a warmth seep into her flesh and bones through his palm, and the tingling feeling actually
Slowly dissipated a little.
Then, he pressed the bones of the ankle and exerted force secretly, only to hear a clicking sound...
"Ah..." She screamed softly subconsciously, but it didn't actually hurt.
"Try to walk." Murong Canghai bent down and helped her up and said.
"Yeah." Su Yueming stood up and carefully stepped out with his left foot on the ground.
"How is it?" the old man beside asked nervously.
"..." Su Yueming shook his head, "It doesn't hurt much anymore." There was no bone-chilling pain like when he fell from the tree, only a slight pain.
"That's good. I'll go down the mountain first and let the old woman prepare breakfast." The old man bent down and picked up the herbs Su Yueming picked up, carried them in the basket behind him, and went down the mountain.
Su Yueming was lame and ready to go down the mountain.
"Come up." However, what surprised her was that Murong Canghai squatted down directly in front of her and ordered, "I will carry you."
"No, I can go." She refused instinctively, "Ah..." However, without letting her say anything, he had already held up her legs with both hands and made her lie on his back, stepping on some
The rugged mountain road goes down the mountain.
"You..." she shouted helplessly.
He was hunched over, his back was broad and hard, exuding an evil aura that was unique to him, and she couldn't breathe.
Such a posture forced her to lie on his shoulder. Her hair floated up and quietly tangled with his, creating a lingering wave in the air.
"Yeah!" He stepped on the stone, and the sole of his foot slipped. Su Yueming bumped forward, and her hands naturally hugged his neck.
In this way, the two people stick closer together.
Su Yueming frowned, but didn't see the malicious smile rising from the corners of his lips.
To return to the small house at the foot of the mountain, he had to pass through a pear forest. Su Yueming raised his head and looked at the white snow.
Those pear blossoms are densely packed and layered, like white clouds in the sky, like snowflakes in winter, like stars in the night sky. The breeze blows on your face, and the fragrance of pear blossoms floats in the air, making people's hearts intoxicated.
At this time, it is the time when the pear blossoms are about to fall. After the breeze, the pear blossoms all over the forest are falling like snow, fluttering, shining and shining.
"It's snowing." She suddenly shouted softly. At this moment, like a little girl, her face showed unprecedented joy and innocence.
Murong Canghai turned around and caught the unburdened smile on her face. His heart felt like a breeze was blowing, causing ripples.
Pear blossoms and snow fell on their clothes and in their hair, everything was beautiful and dreamlike.
For a moment, it is enough to make people forget all the troubles of time, and even forget who they are.
He put her down from his back, hugged her sideways, and looked at her quietly. Such beauty seemed to make them temporarily forget about the gap between them and their respective missions.