The bright blood spread on the sleeping bag, flickering ominously in the dim dawn.

He Sizhao stood at the door, his hands that could tear apart second-level zombies began to tremble uncontrollably.

He stood straight, his eyes fixed on Jiang Chuyi who was still coughing heart-wrenchingly.

Jiang Chuyi spat out a mouthful of blood, and instead there was a fluctuation of energy in her body. Apparently, the melon she had forced to become sweet began to turn sweet, and she immediately felt in a good mood.

But her throat was too thin, and she choked on her own blood, forcing her to cough violently.

As she coughed, she saw the big man standing at the door.

"What are you doing standing there... cough cough... cough cough!" she said with difficulty, "Can't you just... come in!"

Just now I was praising him for being obedient, clever and sensible, how come he suddenly becomes so stupid now!

Seeing that she is coughing so hard, why don’t you come over and pat her on the back?

He Sizhao's stiff body moved. He walked to Jiang Chuyi and half squatted down, putting the food box aside, wanting to reach out to help Jiang Chuyi calm down.

But as he looked at her coughing, his outstretched hand trembled slightly and stopped in mid-air, and he didn't dare to put it down.

He was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt her.

Seeing him standing there stupidly even though he had come over, Jiang Chuyi immediately became furious: "Wipe it off for me!"

He Sizhao had never experienced such a scene. He paused for two seconds and gently touched Jiang Chuyi's lips, which were still stained with blood, with the cuff of his combat uniform.

Jiang Chuyi:?

She originally intended to ask He Sizhao to get a handkerchief or something, but she didn't expect the rough cloth to hit her mouth directly.

"He Sizhao!" She didn't care that she was still sitting in her sleeping bag and kicked him. "Are you deliberately going against me?"

However, the sleeping bag restricted her. She kicked her legs but failed to kick them out. Instead, her whole body seemed to shake, as if she was out of breath.

He Shizhao stood there at a loss. He struggled for a moment, then stood up and pulled the curtain that had not been closed just now.

Then he returned to the sleeping bag and said, as if squeezing the words out of his chest, "Don't worry, they won't know."

Jiang Chuyi:?

She felt that there must be something wrong with one of her brain or He Shizhao's.

"What are you talking about?" She raised her little face, which looked even paler after vomiting blood. "Go get me a clean towel. I need to wash my face."

If he continued to be so stupid, she would have to take back her previous high evaluation of him.

Her eyes were full of warning.

However, after seeing her warning look, He Sizhao seemed to be struck by some kind of pain, and even his breathing trembled slightly.

"Okay." He agreed, turned straight and walked out of the tent.

Jiang Chuyi clicked her tongue at his back, then frowned unhappily when she saw the food box casually placed next to him.

What an idiot! He put it so far away and asked her to reach it by herself?

When Jiang Chuyi reached out to grab the food box, He Sizhao had already left the tent.

As soon as he pulled the curtain, he couldn't control the expression on his face and grabbed the clothes on his chest with one hand.

"She could die at any moment."

Su Mo's voice echoed in his mind. Standing in front of the tent, He Sizhao realized for the first time the weight of this sentence.

Jiang Chuyi may die at any time. Her life is gradually being eroded and is on the verge of collapse.

For the first time, he felt a pain in his heart.

He Sizhao took a deep breath and gradually straightened up.

No matter what, as long as there is a hope of saving her, he will not let it go.

As for why, does it matter?

How could he let this girl who was in darkness but wanted to save others die like this?

When He Sizhao came back with the towel, Jiang Chuyi had already come out of the sleeping bag and was sitting next to him eating.

He could tell at a glance that she was disgusted by the blood-stained sleeping bag, even if it was her own blood.

Seeing that she still had the energy to be so picky, He Sizhao didn't feel any impatience at all, but instead felt a little subtly relaxed.

When Jiang Chuyi heard him come in, she didn't even look up. He took the initiative to pour mineral water on the towel and handed it to her.

Jiang Chuyi took it and wiped his face and mouth, but did not express any other opinions.

It seems that he is very satisfied with He Shizhao's self-awareness.

He Sizhao just kept looking at him like this, as if Jiang Chuyi would turn into a bubble and disappear in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Chuyi didn't care. When she was wiping her arms, her ears suddenly moved.

Soon, He Shizhao's eyes also became stern.

They all heard sounds coming from afar, and a convoy was heading this way.

Jiang Chuyi continued to do her own thing slowly and leisurely. Her strength had recovered a little. At this stage, no matter what happened, she would not be unable to cope with it, so she was very relaxed.

He Sizhao said, "You eat first." Then he got up and left the tent.

Soon, there were sounds of movement in the camp.

After Jiang Chuyi finished his meal and wiped himself, he didn't hear any sound of fighting outside for a long time. Instead, he heard more noisy voices. He knew that the person who came was probably someone He Sizhao and the others knew.

Of course, she didn't care about these things. Just as she was about to get back into her sleeping bag, she saw the bloodstains on it and looked conflicted.

She thought about it, and walked out without putting on her shoes.

There were a lot of people outside, and those who saw her first showed a subtle look.

Jiang Chuyi ignored them and walked towards the densest crowd. She could feel He Sizhao was there.

When the people outside the crowd saw her, their smiling faces froze slightly, and then they all took the initiative to make way for her.

Jiang Chuyi was not at all uncomfortable with this treatment. He walked straight to the end and saw He Sizhao and the others standing there talking.

In front of them, there stood a figure who was also wearing combat uniform, but only a tall and hot figure could be seen with the naked eye.

Hearing the sound, several people turned around at the same time.

The strange woman had long, fiery red curly hair, and when she looked over, her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm and allure.

Jiang Chuyi glanced at her and didn't bother looking at her anymore. He looked directly at the person he was looking for: "He Sizhao."

Her unceremonious attitude made the red-haired beauty's eyes move suddenly, and she said naturally: "Captain, who is this?"

Beside her, Su Mo's eyes flashed, and Wu Yi and the others showed exaggerated expressions, with two big words clearly written on their faces: It's over.

The voices stopped and everyone looked at He Sizhao, waiting for his answer.

However, He Sizhao did not answer.

He frowned, then strode towards Jiang Chuyi.

Before anyone else could react, he stretched out his arms and picked up Jiang Chuyi horizontally.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes again?" There was no blame in his voice. Instead, to those who knew him, it sounded full of concern.

The surroundings suddenly became quieter.

"I forgot." Jiang Chuyi said slowly, then remembered the reason for coming out. He raised his head and looked at the person holding him, and ordered as a matter of course, "Didn't you see that the sleeping bag is dirty? Why don't you change it for me quickly? What are you busy doing?"

Except for those who had been following He Shizhao, the group of people who had just arrived all showed incredible expressions.

What surprised them even more was that He Sizhao didn't refute him, but responded: "My fault, I'll change it for you later."

The two of them were chatting as if no one was around, leaving the people behind them with jaws dropping.

"Is that... is that really Captain He?" Someone pinched the person next to them in disbelief, causing them to scream. "Am I dreaming?"

"Are you dreaming? Why are you pinching me?" The person being pinched looked aggrieved.

Before they could start arguing, someone beside them slapped them hard: "Stop arguing! Look at Sister Lian's expression."

The red-haired beauty narrowed her eyes with affection and charm, looking at the scene in front of her.

"Sister Lian, that's Xiaoyi, Jiang Chuyi." Wuyi's face was bitter, and he looked like he was going to the execution ground. He made up his mind and said quickly, "As for her relationship with the boss, you should ask her yourself. I don't know either."

"You follow the captain all day long, is there anything you don't know?" The red-haired beauty sneered.

Her aura was so shockingly cold that Yiwu couldn't stand it and returned to Su Mo in shame.

Seeing He Sizhao holding Jiang Chuyi and looking like he was going to take her back to the tent, the red-haired beauty couldn't help herself and walked forward.

Her eyes swept across Jiang Chuyi's face, and the coldness in her voice was obviously eliminated when she spoke to He Sizhao: "Captain, I haven't finished reporting the information yet."

"Wait a moment." He Sizhao said without blinking, as if doing something natural. "I'll go back and put Xiaoyi's shoes on first."

There was an uproar behind them, and a trance flashed in the red-haired beauty's eyes.

She watched He Sizhao leave with unfamiliar eyes, as if she had never known this person before.

After returning to the tent, Jiang Chuyi watched He Sizhao squat down to put her shoes on and suddenly asked, "Who was that just now?"

"Lian Riqing, one of my men." He Sizhao answered, his attention completely distracted. He then added, "The road here is very difficult to walk on. Wear shoes before going out next time, otherwise you will get hurt."

Jiang Chuyi was about to say, "How dare you control me?", but when she looked down and saw He Sizhao's raised eyes, the amber color was clear, warm, and full of concern, she swallowed her words back.

"Oh..." she said slowly.

A smile flashed across He Sizhao's lips, and he stood up and touched Jiang Chuyi's head.

Jiang Chuyi didn't say anything. She was thinking about the woman named Lian Riqing.

There's no mistake, the fiery red curls, the enchanting figure, and the name.

This is one of the male protagonist Lu Qianzhi's later "close female friends", and now she is under the name of He Sizhao. She has become a little numb and is not surprised at all.

He Sizhao tied Jiang Chuyi's shoelaces and was about to ask someone to change the sleeping bag when the tent curtain was suddenly pulled open.

"Boss, are you still not well? If you continue like this, I will..."

The unintentional sound suddenly got stuck in my throat.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chuyi looked up. Why did this person only speak half of his words?

He Sizhao stood up: "I understand, I'll pass it right away..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an unintentionally sharp gasp.

Wuyi stared at the blood-stained sleeping bag, like a rooster with its neck stuck. He turned his head inch by inch and looked at He Sizhao with an indescribable look.

"I was wondering why Xiaoyi said she wanted to change her sleeping bag, but I didn't expect you guys!" He was heartbroken. "Xiaoyi is so weak, and you had the heart to do that to her. Boss, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

The sound is loud and resounding.

The sound outside the tent suddenly disappeared. He Sizhao stood still and turned his head expressionlessly.