The man hugged her, patted her back gently and said, "It's okay."
This voice was particularly reassuring. Yuan Jiahe raised her head and could see the man's face from this angle. She was startled, as if she had not expected that the face under the curtain was so beautiful, as handsome as jade.
Yuan Jiahe stared at him blankly, and the man also lowered his head. Their eyes met and no one avoided it. It took a long time before Yuan Jiahe murmured: "Are you a god?"
The man smiled slightly and asked her: "Do you believe there are gods in this world?"
Yuan Jiahe said: "I didn't believe it before, but now I do."
The man raised his eyebrows, looked into her twinkling eyes and said, "I'm not a god, I'm just a mortal. My name is Xuan Du."
"Xuandu?"
Yuan Jiahe called his name and asked curiously: "You are obviously so good-looking, why do you wear a curtain?"
Xuan Du groaned, and then took off the curtain on his head.
Only then did Yuan Jiahe see clearly that he had no hair, and it wasn't that he had no hair, but that he had some new stubble. He looked like a monk but not quite. She asked uncertainly: "Are you a monk?"
Xuandu said: "It used to be, but now I have become a secular person. Because my hair hasn't grown out yet, I just wear a curtain."
Yuan Jiahe suddenly realized that without the curtain, she could see Xuandu's true face more clearly. Although he had no hair, he didn't look weird at all. Even his face became more and more beautiful.
Why did such a good-looking person become a monk? Why did he return to secular life? Although Yuan Jiahe had many questions, he did not dare to ask rashly.
She had been staring at him just now, but now she felt rude and quickly lowered her head and said, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life."
Xuandu said warmly: "It's just a little effort."
He said he was offended, and then hugged Yuan Jiahe: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I know there is a ruined temple ahead, so let's go there to take shelter for the time being."
Yuan Jiahe nodded, and he carried him away from here.
Not long after, they came to a ruined temple. Xuan Du found a clean place to put her down, and then lit a fire.
Just seeing that Yuan Jiahe's clothes were scratched, he took off his robe and wrapped it around her body and asked: "Why are you injured so badly? Who are those people and why do they want to arrest you?"
Yuan Jiahe's eyes turned red when she thought of what she had just experienced. She sniffed and said: "Today, my sisters and I rescued an orphan girl who was sold. Unexpectedly, we were targeted by them. Fortunately, I met you.
,otherwise......"
Xuan Du frowned, then took a bottle of plaster from his body and said, "You met me because of your good deeds." As he said, he held Yuan Jiahe's hand and said, "I will give you the medicine, maybe
It hurts a little, just bear with it."
Yuan Jiahe hummed and watched Xuan Du carefully applying the medicine to her. She looked at him and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.
This man seemed to know her.
Xuan Du looked at her somewhat miserable hands, the obvious burns and the red marks on her wrists where she had been bound. He knew exactly how she escaped without having to ask.
Looking at the injuries on her body, Xuan Du's heart couldn't help but twitch. In a daze, he remembered some things from the past, and each scene slowly became clear in his mind.
The past that he thought he had forgotten all came to life the moment he saw her.
While he was in a trance, Xuandu heard Yuan Jiahe's confused voice asking: "Do you know me?"