The two of them just stood there, silently struggling.
After a long time, Ou Ya let go of his hand. As if he had made some important decision, he turned around and left without looking back.
"..."
Di Yating looked at her leaving figure, moved her lips, but did not shout in the end.
If she doesn't want to face him anymore, it's useless even if he shouts to stop, right?
Di Yating watched her figure disappear, walked to the big tree where Ouya was standing just now, and stood quietly.
The wound behind him was torn open again because he was eager to catch up with Ou Ya, and the bandaged wound faintly revealed the color of dark red blood...
The setting sun was hanging sideways, setting slowly, and would soon disappear into the horizon.
Just as Di Yating was about to turn around and leave, he heard familiar footsteps. When he raised his head, he met Ou Ya's surprised eyes, and his black eyes suddenly trembled.
"...Why are you here?" When Ou Ya saw Di Yating, she pursed her lips uncomfortably and made a noise.
His wounds prevented strenuous movement, and she thought he would stay where he was.
"..." Di Yating twitched the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flickered slightly when he caught a glimpse of the herbs and wild fruits in Ou Ya's hand.
Without saying anything, he walked forward, took one as if nothing had happened, wiped it on his sleeve, and took a bite.
“It tastes pretty good.”
"...Well, I just went out to find some anti-inflammatory herbs for you. I didn't expect that there would be wild sweet fruits here, so I picked them back. I've eaten too much dry food, so it's a good idea to change the taste."
The sweet fruit also promotes wound healing…
Ou Ya didn't say the last sentence.
She would not let Di Yating know how happy she was when she found the sweet fruit. She just rushed to pick it and was almost bitten by a spider.
Di Yating stared at her, knowing that she was just looking for medicinal herbs for him. He didn't know how he felt in his heart. There were sweet bubbles in the sadness, and even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and he held the small fruit in his hand again.
He put it to his mouth and took a hard bite.
"Ou Yaya, I'm sorry."
"..."
Ou Ya was stunned, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face for a moment, and she bit her lip.
The hand holding the wild fruit tightened slightly.
"I mean making you cry."
He said that he would not apologize for kissing her.
He never apologizes for something he doesn't regret...
It's just that he didn't expect that Ou Ya's reaction would be so big. Thinking of her tears, Di Yating's heart would still be filled with panic.
He caught a glimpse of the wounds on his slender fingers and frowned, "What's going on? You're injured!"
"...I'm fine." Ouya subconsciously hid her hand, but Di Yating pulled her hand faster, caught a glimpse of the mark on it that looked like it was cut by sawtooth, and then glanced at the other hand.
The sweet fruit was hard to swallow for a while.
He remembered that the edges of the sweet fruit's leaves were jagged...
"It was an accident on my part. It's just a small wound. It will be fine in two days. I have been in the jungle for a long time, so I have long been used to such small injuries. It's getting dark, shouldn't we find a place to stay?"
Ouya walked through the process of picking sweet fruits in a few words, but Di Yating, who was also not stupid, knew that most of the things in the jungle had "owners", and it must have taken a lot of effort for her to get these things.
It's just that Ouya doesn't want to mention it, and he won't force it.
"Since the wolves haven't caught up with us, let's go back to the upper source of the creek. The surrounding terrain will be familiar to us. We'll stay there for one night and then go further in during the day tomorrow."
