Song Qingmo stood up. The scorching sun dried out his damp clothes. He brushed off the dust on his body, and without even glancing at Mu Heng who was not far away, he walked into the dense forest.

Seeing Song Qingmo getting farther away from him, Mu Hengshi hesitated for three seconds and then followed him.

As he got closer and closer, until he finally grabbed the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes, Song Qingmo stopped pushing away the branches and weeds, clenched his fists, turned around and said viciously: "You are getting too much, now, immediately, immediately, as far as you can, flow as far as you can!"

But Mu Heng was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. His eyes were filled with tears. He shook the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes and acted coquettishly, refusing to let go.

Seeing him being a scoundrel, Song Qingmo knocked Mu Hengshi's hand away and quickly left. The island was very quiet at this time. There was no moving object for a long time. The danger of wild animals was ruled out. Song Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was not getting late, he found a few coconuts, chipped them open, and barely quenched his thirst.

After being driven out, Mu Hengshi had been sulking and leaning against a coconut tree. He looked quite funny. Song Qingmo glanced at him, then turned around and chuckled.

When he was smashing coconuts just now, someone had drugged him, causing him to gasp for air every few steps, as if he were terminally ill. So he had a hard time moving. Mu Hengshi saw this and came closer. Song Qingmo's words had driven him into a state of autism again.

The clouds in the evening are as bright and gorgeous as flames of fire, and the blue sea water is dyed red like blood. The water and the sky are the same color. Ignoring the current difficulties, the scenery is still good.

The red light from the sky reflected on Song Qingmo's face. He propped up his head on the beach and looked into the distance. His originally pale face became rosy thanks to the color given by the sky. At this moment, Song Qingmo seemed to come alive again.

Mu Hengshi was stunned. He hadn't seen Song Qingmo like this for a long, long time.

The past was like a beautiful dream, and he was afraid to disturb this beautiful scene, as the slightest touch would shatter it, leaving only the bloody reality. After watching the sunset for a while, Song Qingmo stared at the rising and falling tide, deciding to get some seafood before it got dark. Mu Hengshi saw Song Qingmo walking towards the beach, and his heart tightened.

Ignoring Song Qingmo's disgust, he quickly ran over and grabbed his sleeve as he stepped into the shallow reef area. With pleading in his eyes, he said, "Don't, brother, don't go... I beg you, don't leave me."

"What are you doing? I'm just looking for something to eat. Where do you think I'm going?" Song Qingmo was about to choke Mu Heng again, but seeing his distressed face and the wound on his head that hadn't been treated and was already festering, he stopped talking and swallowed it back. He squeezed out a dry "nothing."

"It's nothing, I'm just too nervous..." Mu Hengshi felt relieved when he heard this. He fumbled with his hands a little awkwardly, "What do you want to eat? I'll find it for you. Just rest."

"You still have a hole in your head. If you don't take care of it, what if you die while searching? There are only two of us on the island. If you die, I'll become a suspect, right? So you'd better go wherever it's cool."

As he passed the Mu House, Song Qingmo was about to go searching. His sharp eyes caught sight of a fish, and he quietly bent down...

Mu Heng kept replaying Song Qingmo's words in his mind. He stood there blankly, and his brain finally realized that Song Qingmo was concerned about him.

Too excited, he shouted: "Brother, are you caring about me? I'm so happy. Really happy." His howl scared Song Qingmo's fish away.

"You..." Song Qingmo turned around and gave Mu Hengshi, who was dancing with joy, a side kick. Mu Hengshi was awakened by the kick and realized what he had done. He lowered his head and kept silent. Looking at Mu Hengshi, who looked like a young wife, Song Qingmo had nowhere to vent his anger. He turned around and looked for his next target.

Mu Hengshi felt sweet inside, as if he had returned to the past. He smiled and went to look for seafood as well.

Mu Hengshi was a martial artist after all, so he still had some strength left in him despite the fatigue. Compared to Song Qingmo's situation, his situation was much smoother. Soon, he had harvested a conger eel and several crabs.

Song Qingmo didn't eat meat, so he looked for some kelp and sea grapes. He also found a few conchs, but he threw them away, thinking that Mu Hengshi wouldn't get away with them.

The tide was about to rise, so Song Qingmo cleaned up and returned to the shore to relax for a while. Mu Hengshi spotted him from a distance, curled his lips, and hurried towards Song Qingmo in a cheerful mood.

The thing he was holding was bouncing up and down with Mu Hengshi's movements, and he could hear Mu Youshi calling him from a distance.

"Brother, brother..." Mu Hengshi waved his hand. Song Qingmo felt that Mu Hengshi was a pigeon spirit. The cackling sound was really unlucky.

Thinking that he would meet him later, he pondered for a moment, and just when Mu Hengshi's thing was about to hit him, he made a gesture with his hands to stop it.

"My name is Song Qingmo, not kekeke. From now on, just call me... Ancestor."

Mu Hengshi's face froze for a moment, then quickly recovered. "But brother... didn't you say your name was Song Qingmo? Why should I call you ancestor? I don't care. If you don't call me brother, I'll call you Qingmo, okay?"

"No, either call me ancestor or shut up. Don't call me that anymore." Mu Hengshi shut up, then tried to change the subject, "You said your name, but I don't know what mine is. Can you give me one?"

"Your name is Hunqiu. This name is a perfect match for you." Song Qingmo answered quickly without thinking.

"..." Mu Hengshi expressed his disappointment. Song Qingmo didn't bother to care about his feelings. He was the one who asked for the name, and now he was dissatisfied with it. He was really hard to please. "Let's go. I found a half-closed wall cavity. We'll stay there today."

When Mu Heng heard this, his gloomy expression immediately turned from gloomy to sunny, and he looked at the bright sky above his head, wishing that a few small flowers would bloom.

Song Qingmo was speechless. The setting sun sank into the water, and the afterglow stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

At night, Song Qingmo asked Mu Hengshi to make a fire by drilling wood. After both of them had their faces blackened, the fire finally ignited. By the firelight, Mu Hengshi, under Song Qingmo's watchful eye, wrapped the wound on his head with a clean cloth. The process was painful, and Mu Hengshi grimaced in pain, begging Song Qingmo to blow on it, but of course, Song Qingmo ignored him.

The flame flickered in the darkness, becoming the only light in the thick night. It accompanied Song Qingmo and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qingmo couldn't sleep, and Mu Hengshi also opened his eyes behind him, each with his own thoughts. Song Qingmo was unsure whether Mu Hengshi had truly lost his memory, and his attempts during the day had yielded no results.

Mu Hengshi was staring at Song Qingmo. If possible, he really wanted time to stop forever on this island where only Yu Qingmo and he were.

They were safe here, but Wen Zhiling's side was in chaos.

The Mu family didn't believe him at all. On the surface, he was Mu Hengshi's fiancée, but they had no real relationship. If Mu Hengshi died, all the money would go to those two old men.

Helplessly, Wen Zhiling ordered Mu Hengshi's men to suppress the news and do their best to search the nearby islands.