Song Qiao paused and looked at the other person in shock. The familiar silver mask and deep eyebrows were like dazzling skylight, striking into her eyes forcefully and violently.
All the fear and restlessness were dormant at this moment, and her whole body relaxed. Her eyes were so sore that she couldn't help but choke up.
"You, why are you here?"
Her accident happened so suddenly, maybe the photographer sensed something was wrong and went back to look for someone, but Gu Dajing didn't have any way to know the news, so he came so quickly.
Gu Jingting didn't speak for the first time.
He stared closely at Song Qiao. She had obviously gone through a lot of hardships. Her forehead and cheeks were scratched to varying degrees, her clothes were torn, and there was blood slowly oozing out from her shoulders.
Continuing down, she lifted her left foot slightly, as if she couldn't use any force.
Song Qiao was in a state of embarrassment that Gu Jingting had never seen before.
In the past, he would have been too lazy to take another look and stayed away, but now when he saw Song Qiao's red eyes and tears, his heart was hit.
Apart from being suffocated, I actually felt a little regretful.
Gu Jingting realized this and felt a little upset. He quickly suppressed it and just regarded it as a rare guilt. After all, he could prevent things from happening, but he was just too confident.
"Sit down and let me take a look at your injuries." He said.
Song Qiao really didn't have the strength to stand, and knowing that he was safe, all the strength in his body was relieved, and the pain in various parts of his body almost doubled like a snowball.
She fell directly to the spot in pain.
Gu Jingting knelt down and took off her shoes and socks with gentle movements.
Sure enough, her ankles were red and swollen, as swollen as a dough bun. Even he was shocked to see that such feet could still walk.
It's really awesome.
Gu Jingting glanced at Song Qiao with unclear meaning, "If I remember correctly, your foot was injured some time ago, and now it's happened again. Do you really don't want to get over it?"
Song Qiao's face turned pale in pain, and just sitting quietly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
She gasped repeatedly and muttered, "Be gentle." After a slight pause, she explained, "Who wouldn't want to be fine if I could, but I don't know when rescue will come, so I have to find a way to save myself."
Gu Jingting was speechless.
What came to his mind, "How did you get down?"
Before going down the mountain to search, Gu Jingting surveyed the situation. The distance between the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain was at least twenty meters. If Song Qiao fell like this, he was actually prepared for the worst.
I just didn't expect that it would take a turn of events.
Song Qiao's whole body felt uncomfortable, his head felt dizzy, and his eyelids felt as if they were heavy. He started to fight, "I was lucky, there was a buffer on the fallen tree, I figured out a way to get down..."
After saying the last word, she really had no strength and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Gu Jingting's pupils shrank and he noticed that her cheeks were unusually red. He reached out to touch her forehead and found that it was indeed very hot.
He stretched out his hand to push Song Qiao awake and said in a concentrated voice, "Wake up, I can't sleep now."
Song Qiao was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She pushed Gu Jingting away and hummed, "Go away, I'm too sleepy. I'll just take a nap, just for a little while..."
"If you don't want to sleep like a fool, you should wake up quickly." Gu Jingting frowned and pinched Song Qiao's chin, "If you fall asleep again, I will leave you here to feed the wolves."
Song Qiao was half asleep and half awake when he heard a few words and reluctantly cheered up.
She opened her eyes and saw the silver mask swaying in front of her eyes. She frowned and muttered, "This mask is so ugly that it hurts my eyes. Please take it off."
Gu Jingting remained calm and said, "Come and pick it yourself."
"Um?"
It turned out to be a promise, not a rejection?
Song Qiao was surprised and cheered up a little. She leaned forward slightly and wanted to get closer to Gu Jingting, but her head was so dizzy that she accidentally fell forward and threw herself into his arms.
The clear agarwood fragrance poured into her nostrils, and she sniffed lightly, inexplicably thinking of Gu Jingting.
The scents on their bodies seem to be the same.
Song Qiao frowned, feeling repelled from the bottom of her heart. She supported the man's shoulders, shook her head and said, "Why do you and that annoying Gu Jingting use the same perfume?"
Annoying?
Gu Jingting's eyes became dangerous. He pondered these three words over and over for a moment, and almost laughed angrily. The person he had worked so hard to save turned out to be a white-eyed wolf.
"Oh, how much do you hate him?"
"Probably... the kind that I hope never to appear in front of me again."
Song Qiao did not hesitate.
Gu Jingting's face was gloomy, and he pinched her arm with his big hand, just hitting the injured area. The pain caused Song Qiao to let out a cry of pain, and her drowsy consciousness suddenly became clear.
"Why are you pinching me!" Song Qiao was angry.
Gu Jingting had no psychological burden, "his hands are slippery."
Song Qiao didn't say anything. At this time, her curiosity was aroused by Gu Jingting, and she wanted to see what kind of face it looked like under the mask.
She took a steady look and then suddenly reached out and took off the mask.
As the mask was lifted, the man's hidden appearance was finally revealed. First of all, his eyes were slender and slightly protruding at the end, and their pupils were as calm as a deep pool. Just looking at each other calmly seemed extremely thrilling.
Looking down, there is a high nose bridge, slightly dull thin lips, and an angular jaw.
The entire face and facial features are remarkable when viewed individually, but when viewed together, they appear to be just ordinary, an existence that would be easily forgotten among ordinary people.
Song Qiao looked at it and felt that it shouldn't be like this. He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or expected.
"Why, are you disappointed?" She didn't speak for a long time. Gu Jingting took back the mask and asked calmly.
Song Qiao shook his head, "No, I just think your eyes are beautiful."
Gu Jingting curled his lips but did not comment.
He turned around and squatted in front of Song Qiao, "Come up, I'll take you out."
Song Qiao struggled a lot, but she had no strength anymore, so she lay on his back and said softly, "Thank you for coming to save me this time. When I get out, I'll treat you to a meal."
Gu Jingting's tone was sarcastic, "How can you give me a meal to save your life? Is your life worthless, or do I deserve to have to suffer with you?"
Song Qiao shook his head and said apologetically, "No, it's because I'm too poor and have nothing else to thank you for."
She has to save money for Qiqi's surgery, and she has to give Xiaotang and Qiqi the best life in the future.
Everything requires money.
Gu Jingting opened and closed several times, but in the end he didn't say what was on his lips. He just had to look for that thing slowly. If he asked for it directly now, he might be wary.
"Then please treat me to a few more meals," he said.
Song Qiao responded, her voice lowered a lot because of her high fever, and she sounded a little docile, "Don't worry, as long as I can still afford it, it'll be no problem."
As she spoke, her warm breath sprayed on Gu Jingting's neck, like countless walking ants, crawling all over him in an instant.
The muscles all over his body tightened and he lifted the person up silently.
