Chapter 125

She walked forward and said softly, "Song Yun did not cast a spell on me."

Song Yun is very good to her and her friends; we can't ignore these good qualities just because of some strange attraction.

The surrounding air was enveloped in silence. Shen Yi'an pursed her lips, her heart felt blocked, and an irritating jealousy rose within her.

Jiang You said in a slightly hoarse voice, "But thank you so much for coming to see me. It's much more reassuring to have someone with me."

"What if I were Song Yun instead? You, you... would you also go down the mountain?" Shen Yi'an muttered softly.

"There's Linyu Island."

"If it weren't for Lin Yu!" he said angrily.

"Yes, we will, because we're together."

"I knew it... Eh!?" I was already mentally prepared for the girl to be unwilling.

After all, ever since he learned about Song Yun, he liked to compare himself with Song Yun.

But every time, Jiang You chose Song Yun, or rather, every time Jiang You rejected him.

Shen Yi'an was slightly taken aback, but when he realized what was happening, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Who says Jiang You is tongue-tied? She's incredibly eloquent, making people feel sweet inside.

The road was still difficult to walk, but the two helped each other, and as the rain gradually subsided, they soon reached the mountainside.

Dr. Mo was half asleep when a knock on the door woke him up.

"Is anyone there? Someone on the mountain has developed a high fever due to an infected wound..."

The urgent, hurried female voice instantly snapped Dr. Mo back to reality.

He opened the door, and a man and a woman, both filthy and looking disheveled and pitiful, stood in the doorway, staring at him expectantly.

"......"

Things became much simpler after that, and with the rain lessening, Song Yun was able to receive treatment quickly.

After the signal was restored, a helicopter flew up the mountain and took Song Yun to a nearby hospital.

Central Hospital.

Jiang You was not injured, except for a cut on his forehead that required only three stitches and was not given anesthesia.

After it was bandaged up, she touched it out of curiosity.

The doctor chuckled and said, "It won't leave a scar."

Jiang You's face flushed. It wasn't because he cared about that; it was just that this was the first time in his life he had been injured and stitched up, and he found it quite novel.

"Avoid spicy food for the next couple of days and eat more bland food."

“Mmm,” Jiang You replied obediently.

The doctor smiled as she tidied up her tools. After giving her some instructions and saying a few more words, she pushed the cart away.

Before Jiang You could even stand up from his chair, a figure rushed in.

With her long, flowing black hair, exquisitely tailored long sleeves, and black knee-high boots, she was Song Wenxi.

She held her shoulders with both hands, her face extremely anxious, and her beautiful, heart-stopping eyes were fixed on her... forehead.

"Are you alright? What happened to your forehead?"

"It's nothing, just a small wound. It won't even leave a scar after it heals."

"It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright," Song Wenxi said, her heart finally at ease. She bent down and hugged Jiang You tightly. "Thank you, Jiang You, you saved my brother."

Song Wenxi's hair brushed against her cheek, carrying a faint fragrance. Jiang You's face flushed involuntarily, and her heart beat a little faster.

I'm used to handsome guys, but I've never met a pretty little girl before.

"Miss Song, you're exaggerating. I just sent a message. Could you... could you let me go first?"

"Did I bump into you and hurt you?" Song Wenxi carefully released her, looking at her with concern.

"No," Jiang You said, looking down and scratching his face awkwardly. "It's just that I'm not used to it."

Song Wenxi found a chair to sit on, held her hand, and said many words of thanks.

Jiang You bit his lip: "Miss Song, could you tell me how Song Yun got her wounds?"

Song Wenxi paused, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes. That damned Xia Bei.

She had no evidence to suggest that Xia Bei was behind it.

Song Wenxi didn't know the relationship between Jiang You and Xia Bei, but that didn't stop her from applying eye drops.

"Xia Bei?" Jiang You frowned deeply, his fingers curling slightly.