Chapter 85 You are my god! My only faith in this life!

The sea breeze, carrying the freshness of life after the disaster, brushed against my cheeks.

The life raft rose and fell with the calming waves.

Qin Lie sat at the stern of the raft, paddling vigorously with a piece of incredibly sturdy wood that appeared out of nowhere.

His movements were steady and powerful.

Sweat trickled down his sharply defined cheeks, dripping into the sea and creating small ripples.

His gaze never left the woman sitting opposite him.

Jiang Wu leaned quietly against the edge of the raft, her eyes closed, as if she were dozing.

The sunlight gilded her long eyelashes with a pale gold, casting a quiet shadow beneath her eyelids.

Her face was still pale, but her breathing had become much more steady.

Her high, protruding belly rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

Qin Lie stared at it, becoming somewhat mesmerized.

He still feels like he's dreaming, a dream so real that he can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

He reached out his hand, wanting to touch her, but stopped in mid-air.

He was afraid that if he touched it, this dream would shatter.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Wu didn't open her eyes, but her long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

Her voice was slightly husky and lazy, yet so beautiful that it made Qin Lie's heart tremble.

"Look at you."

Qin Lie grinned, revealing a somewhat silly and honest smile.

"Look at my wife, she's really beautiful."

This was the most beautiful love confession he could think of.

Jiang Wu's lips curled up slightly involuntarily.

She slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful peach blossom eyes seemingly filled with shattered starlight.

"You're such a chatterbox," she scolded him playfully.

"I'm telling the truth," Qin Lie said earnestly. "I've always thought you were beautiful, and now I think so even more."

In the past, "good looks" referred to men's most primal appreciation and possessiveness towards beautiful women.

The beauty we see now is a sacred beauty that comes from the heart, imbued with reverence and awe.

He looked at her like a most devout believer gazing up at their god.

Jiang Wu felt a little hot under his undisguised, burning gaze.

She turned her head away, looking at the distant sea, and changed the subject, saying, "How much longer... will we have to drift?"

"I don't know." Qin Lie shook his head, but there was no worry in his tone. "However, I will definitely be able to go back."

He now has an almost blind trust in what his wife says.

She said the island is in the east, so the island must be in the east.

She said they could go back, so they definitely can go back!

“Your injury…” Jiang Wu’s gaze fell on his back, where only faint red marks remained, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

She didn't know how to explain all of this to him.

"My injury is healed." Qin Lie stretched his shoulder, making a few cracking sounds from his bones. "It couldn't be better! I feel full of energy now!"

He paused, looked at Jiang Wu, and tentatively asked, "Wife, what kind of water did you give me to drink? And... what about that red candy you gave me to eat?"

He still asked the question.

He was just too curious.

The "miracle drug" that could heal deep wounds that exposed bone in a short time was completely beyond his comprehension.

Jiang Wu's heart skipped a beat.

What was bound to happen has happened.

She paused for a moment, rapidly organizing her thoughts in her mind.

She couldn't tell him that she was a cultivator, possessing a spatial dimension, a spiritual spring, and elixirs.

People of this era would not accept such a view; they would only regard her as a monster and then capture her, dissect her, and study her.

She thought for a moment, then looked up and said, half-jokingly, "That was left to me by my... my grandmother. She said it was a life-saving item passed down from our family."

"Your grandmother?" Qin Lie was taken aback.

He remembered that Jiang Wu's information stated that she had been an orphan since childhood.

"Mm." Jiang Wu nodded, a hint of reminiscence and sorrow in her eyes.

“I’ve never seen my parents since I can remember. My grandma picked me up from the roadside and raised me. She was a… amazing person. She knew a lot about herbs. If someone in a family was sick, she would go to the mountains to collect herbs and boil them into a soup. Drinking it would cure them.”

"Before she passed away, she gave me a small cloth bag containing the water pouch and the bottle with the 'candy beans.' She told me that the contents were elixir and a life-saving pill. It should never be used unless absolutely necessary. She said the water could cure all diseases and the pill could bring the dead back to life."

“I always thought she was just getting senile and telling me myths, until… until this time…”

Jiang Wu's words were perfectly fabricated.

It not only explains the origin of the "miracle drug," but also categorizes it into a category similar to "folk remedies" or "ancestral secret recipes," which can be barely understood by people of this era.

Sure enough, after listening, Qin Lie's face showed a look of sudden realization.

"I see..." He nodded, accepting the explanation.

Although science is valued in this era, many strange and unusual stories that cannot be explained by science still circulate among the people.

It's not impossible that some reclusive traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, or some extraordinary individuals with ancestral lineages, possess some miraculous secret recipes.

He just never expected that this kind of "good thing" that he had only heard of in legends would actually happen to his wife.

"Your grandmother... was truly an amazing person," Qin Lie exclaimed sincerely.

“Yes.” Jiang Wu continued her story, “So, when I found out you were in trouble, I thought I had to come find you. Because I knew that only I could save you.”

She raised her head and looked into Qin Lie's eyes, her gaze sincere and affectionate.

"Qin Lie, I can't live without you."

A simple sentence, yet it struck Qin Lie's heart like a heavy hammer.

His eyes instantly reddened.

He dropped the plank he was using as a paddle, climbed over to Jiang Wu, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Silly wife..."

His voice was choked with sobs.

He buried his face deep in the crook of her neck, like a wronged child, his body trembling slightly.

He dared not think about it.

He dared not imagine what would have happened to him if it weren't for her and the "miracle medicine" left by her grandmother.

He dared not even think about what would happen to his foolish wife and unborn child if he died.

"Don't do such foolish things again," he said in a muffled voice, his voice filled with lingering fear and heartache. "If anything happens to you, I... I won't live either."

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!" Jiang Wu quickly covered his mouth. "Don't say such unlucky things! We all need to live well! Our baby is waiting for you to hold him!"

Qin Lie pulled her hand down and kissed the back of it hard.

Then, he cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head, and awkwardly but devoutly kissed her lips.

This kiss was unlike any other: there was no lust, no demands, only the relief of surviving a disaster and a deep-seated love.

He gently traced and depicted her, as if trying to etch her into his own life.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Their foreheads touched, and they breathed heavily.

Qin Lie looked into her peach blossom eyes, which had become watery and glistening from lack of oxygen, and at her lips, which were slightly swollen from his kisses. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

A primal, masculine urge rose from his lower abdomen.

He hadn't touched her in a long time.

He had been restraining himself ever since she became pregnant.

But now, on this secluded sea where only the two of them are, after experiencing a life-or-death ordeal, he finds his longing for her stronger than ever before.

He wanted her.

To possess her completely.

Let her be covered in his scent.

He left his mark on her life.

His breathing became heavy, and his eyes became aggressive.

Jiang Wu sensed the change in his body, and her face instantly turned red.

"No...not here..." she protested softly, her voice as gentle as cotton candy, "There are...there are other people..."

She pointed to the two still unconscious "third wheels" lying on the other side of the raft.

Qin Lie then realized what was happening.

He patted his head in frustration.

He was really... blinded by greed.

He forcefully suppressed that evil fire.

"When we get back," he said, his gaze still burning as if he wanted to melt her. "When we get back, I will definitely... give you a good 'battle'."

He emphasized the word "tidy up".

Jiang Wu's face turned even redder, like a ripe apple.

She turned her head away, not daring to look at him again.

Looking at her shy and adorable appearance, Qin Lie felt better than ever before.

He picked up the plank again, feeling a surge of inexhaustible energy.

He rowed with all his might toward home.

The setting sun painted the sea a warm golden hue.

The life raft left a long, shimmering golden trail on the sea.

Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful.