Lightning streaked across the night sky, lighting up the sky.

The hand moved slightly, grasping Cheng Yaoyao's injured fingertips, and the blood on the two hands mixed. The force was weak but firm, and Cheng Yaoyao's tears, which he had been holding back for a long time, rolled out in an instant: "Xie Zhao!"

Crack, the sound of lightning rang out a few seconds later, and the rain poured down again.

Lin Jiaqi pulled her away from behind and shouted, "Hurry up and save her!"

Cheng Yaoyao stood by and refused to leave. The rain hurt her face and her fingers were bleeding. She seemed to be completely unaware. Her eyes stared at the bottom of the tree through the figures of the people digging.

The sky seemed to be pierced, and the rain continued to fall on the earth. The mountain was likely to collapse again. People dug against the clock, and dirt and debris were constantly dug out. Soon, a gap was dug out that was big enough for one person to climb out.

Lin Jiaqi half-knelt down, stretched out a hand and shouted into the hole: "Quick, give me your hand!"

He grabbed a hand with his arm and pulled it out, but the one that came out was a little boy of five or six years old: "It's a child! This child is still alive!"

The crowd carried the child to the hillside. The child was still in good spirits, but his face and body were dirty, and he burst into tears as soon as he came out.

The captain of Bashang Village hugged the child and knelt on the ground: "Fei Fei!"

Feifei hugged his neck and cried, "Dad!"

The captain of Bashang Village cried inconsolably while holding his son. He felt sorry for his son, as he almost abandoned him for the sake of the lives of the villagers.

Feifei stretched out her little hand into the cave: "Brother...Brother..."

Cheng Yaoyao looked over and asked: "Where's Xie Zhao?!"

Xie Zhao's bloodstained hands grabbed the cave entrance, Lin Jiaqi held his hands, and several men stepped forward and tried their best to drag him out. The tree trunk happened to be stuck with a rock, creating a space that could barely accommodate two people. The cave entrance was narrow, and Xie Zhao's body was cut by rocks and branches, bleeding profusely.

When Xie Zhao was finally dragged out of the cave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and asked Xie Zhao in unison, "Brother Xie, what happened?"

Lin Daguan supported Xie Zhao. He stayed in the cave for a long time. He raised his head drowsily, and the cold rain hitting his face made him sober up a lot.

"Xie Zhao, Xie Zhao, what's wrong with you?!" Cheng Yaoyao squeezed forward, and as soon as he saw Xie Zhao, tears burst out.

Xie Zhao's face and body were covered in blood and dirt, and his features could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes were deep and sharp: "Sister? Why are you here?!"

Cheng Yaoyao burst into tears. It was already extremely difficult for her to endure until now, and now she didn't care at all and just cried with her mouth open.

The rain was pouring down, and Cheng Yaoyao's tears flowed even more. Xie Zhao saw her ferocious appearance, and his eyes softened instantly. He stretched out his right hand and held her in his arms.

Lin Jiajun stared blankly, but saw that Cheng Yaoyao did not resist at all, and even reached out to hug Xie Zhao tightly. Lin Jiajun opened his mouth, his face blank.

Lin Jiaqi looked sullen and said to Xie Zhao, "It's dangerous here. We must evacuate quickly! Can we leave?"

Xie Zhao pressed Cheng Yaoyao's face into his arms and nodded: "Yes!"

Xie Zhao held Cheng Yaoyao with one hand. He was pinned under the tree trunk for a long time, but his legs were not injured. Everyone supported each other and quickly climbed down the hillside and ran to a safe area.

Just as everyone ran to a safe area, they heard a loud bang behind them, and a pile of mud and rocks poured down from the top of the mountain again, burying the place where everyone had just stood.

Cheng Yaoyao stared blankly, feeling a surge of fear in his heart. If it had been a little later, there would have been no chance of survival for Xie Zhaohe and the child.

Cheng Yaoyao's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yaoyao was awakened by the tingling pain in his fingertips. As the fingers are connected to the heart, Cheng Yaoyao instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but his wrist was held down, and a deep voice said in his ear: "Be obedient, don't move."

Cheng Yaoyao slowly opened his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes due to the bright sunlight: "It hurts..."

Xie Zhao sat beside Cheng Yaoyao's bed, his left hand in a cast. There were several scars on his deep-lined face, one from the corner of his eye to his cheek, which looked quite scary, but his eyes were gentle: "I'm changing the bandage on your finger, be good, don't move."

"Xie Zhao, Xie Zhao! Are you okay? Wuu..." Cheng Yaoyao's nose felt sore, it turned out that he was not dreaming.

Cheng Yaoyao touched the plaster on Xie Zhao's arm: "Your hand?"

Xie Zhao shook his head, and Xie Fei on the side said, "Brother's arm was broken by a tree trunk while trying to save someone!"

Xie Zhao said in a deep voice: "Xiao Fei."

"I'm not wrong!" After what happened, Xie Fei actually dared to confront his brother. "My brother was injured so badly, and Sister Yaoyao also had a high fever. We did this all to save them..."

Xie Fei knew from a young age that the villagers looked down on their family and always bullied them. When he was a child, his brother was often beaten black and blue just to earn a living. Now, in order to save them, his brother almost lost his life. Xie Fei really couldn't understand it.

Cheng Yaoyao blinked and interrupted, "Do I have a fever? No wonder I feel so much pain..."

Xie Fei said: "Sister, you have slept for a whole day and night."

Xie Zhao asked gently, "Are you hungry? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Cheng Yaoyao felt uncomfortable everywhere, but she felt even more wronged. She sobbed and cried again, raising her free hand to ask Xie Zhao to hold her.

Xie Zhao had no choice but to lower his head and let Cheng Yaoyao wrap his arms around his neck. He then picked Cheng Yaoyao up and said, "Be good, it's okay."

Xie Fei blushed and coughed twice to remind her: "Ahem, Sister Yaoyao, you haven't finished applying the medicine yet."

Cheng Yaoyao took the opportunity to act coquettishly: "This medicine hurts so much, I won't apply it anymore!"

"No." Xie Zhao would not negotiate on this matter. He grabbed Cheng Yaoyao's fingertips and asked Xie Fei to finish applying the medicine.

Cheng Yaoyao had slender fingers with pink nails. At this moment, the fingertips were rubbed to reveal bright red flesh, and the nails were split in several places. Not to mention the scars on the ten fingers, which were simply shocking against the snow-white skin.

Will her hands always be this ugly in the future? Cheng Yaoyao looked at her fingers in disbelief. The wounds were stinging and unbearable after the medicine was applied. By the time the wounds were completely disinfected, Cheng Yaoyao was about to pass out from crying.

Xie Fei ran away with the medicine gauze, carefully closing the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks were wet from crying, her hair was stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes were red like a pair of peaches, looking both pitiful and funny. Xie Zhao clumsily wiped away the tears on Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks with his right hand. His fingers were rough, and Cheng Yaoyao's soft cheeks became even redder.

"It hurts so much..." Cheng Yaoyao frowned in pain.

Xie Zhao quickly let go of his hand, but Cheng Yaoyao grabbed his hand again, and gently stroked his palm with his fingers wrapped in gauze.

Xie Zhao had broad palms and long fingers, with his fingertips and palms covered with old scars from years of hard work. At this moment, his palms were full of tiny wounds, some of which had the skin and flesh turned up and only had some medicine applied on them, which looked very scary.

Xie Zhao pulled his hand back: "Don't look, it will scare you."

"How many wounds do you have on your body?" Cheng Yaoyao asked with tears in his eyes. He sat up and looked up from his wrist.

Xie Zhao was afraid of heat and usually only wore a jacket or a vest at home, but today he wore a long-sleeved jacket, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Xie Zhao remained calm and said, "Don't worry. When the dirt pile rolled down, I dodged quickly and didn't get hurt."

Cheng Yaoyao stared at his left hand in a cast and said, "You call this no injury? Take off your coat and let me see it."

Xie Zhao insisted, "It's very ugly. ... Wait until it gets better before you watch it again."

Cheng Yaoyao remembered the oath he had made before and finally stopped making trouble. He turned his head and hid his face in Xie Zhao's arms, and put his hands around his neck, his clingy posture like a kitten that had been lost and found again.

She rarely took the initiative like this. Xie Zhao gently stroked her black hair with his right hand. His stern features softened, but his tone was serious: "Sister, promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yaoyao raised her head, her lovely peach blossom eyes filled with innocence.

Xie Zhao looked deeply into her eyes and said, "No matter what happens in the future, you must not hurt yourself for me."

"..." Cheng Yaoyao's eyes trembled, and he said unhappily, "Why are you saying such serious words?"

Xie Zhao said: "It was so dangerous last night, and you ran out alone to find me. If anything happens to you, call me..."

Xie Zhao's eyes turned red, and he couldn't say anything more. He hugged Cheng Yaoyao tightly and whispered in her ear: "Sister, you have to promise me."

"I...I promised you." Cheng Yaoyao listened to Xie Zhao's heavy breathing, like a wounded beast, and suddenly felt a little helpless. She imitated Xie Zhao's usual behavior and gently patted his back with her hands tied with gauze, "Don't cry."

Xie Zhao didn't cry. After hearing this, he kissed Cheng Yaoyao hard, which made Cheng Yaoyao so angry that he cried.

The Xie family, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became lively.

Only then did Cheng Yaoyao realize that Xie Zhao had actually saved seven or eight children and women that day.

The children rescued by Xie Zhao were from Tianshui Village and Bashang Village. The parents of these children came to thank him with gifts and their children. Their own lives were also difficult, and all they brought were eggs, hens and flour, all the best things they could offer. The team leader and his wife from Bashang Village also brought Feifei and a bag of fresh mangosteen for Xie Zhao, which was said to be a rare fruit from Guangzhou. Grandma Xie refused to take it, so they threw it down and ran away.

The gossipy women in the village pulled them aside and said, "The Xie family is a landlord family, so you'd better stay away from them."

The child's parents spat in the gossipy woman's face: "The Xie family is my family's benefactor, why are you so nosy!"

Some rumors also spread: On the night when Xie Zhao got into trouble, Cheng Yaoyao ran to find him crying. However, they were all suppressed by Lin Dafu: The person who came to find Xie Zhao that night was obviously Xie Zhao's sister Xie Fei. Xie Zhao is now a hero who saved people, and no rumors are allowed!

Cheng Yaoyao was not interested in these rumors. However, Feifei's mother said she would introduce a girl to Xie Zhao, which made Cheng Yaoyao angry. He scolded Xie Zhao for something, and Xie's grandmother also scolded Xie Zhao, blaming him for making Yaoyao angry.

This time, Cheng Yaoyao ran to find Xie Zhao without caring about her own safety. Grandma Xie treated her like the apple of her eye and never scolded her for being naughty or lazy again. She brought her three meals a day and even wanted to feed her with her own hands.

With the careful care of the whole family, Cheng Yaoyao's high fever soon subsided. She was simply too frightened and caught in the rain, and she was exhausted from using up her spiritual spring to respond to Xie Zhao. After absorbing enough Yang energy, Cheng Yaoyao soon became lively and energetic.

Xie Zhao's injuries were not so easy to heal. It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Xie Zhao had a broken left arm, cracked ribs, and countless scratches on his body, which was particularly difficult in the summer. Many people came to visit him recently, so he couldn't walk around in his shorts, and the wounds would not heal if he kept covering them for a long time.

Late at night. After waiting until everyone in the family fell asleep, Xie Zhao secretly stood in the yard to take a shower. He was shirtless and took out a towel with one hand to wipe his body. The wound suddenly stung when it met the cold water. He frowned and continued to move, and was careful not to touch the plaster on his arm. Xie Zhao frowned and looked at the plaster, calculating in his mind how long it would take to remove it. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Xie Zhao turned around suddenly and saw Cheng Yaoyao walking towards him in her nightgown, with the scent of peach blossoms.

Before Xie Zhao could speak, her pretty face was filled with anger, and she asked first, "Aren't you afraid of the wound getting infected?"

Xie Zhao was a little embarrassed and put a towel in front of him: "Sister, I'm taking a shower..."

"You can't take a cold shower, the wound will get infected." Cheng Yaoyao glared at him, "I'm going to tell grandma!"

Xie Zhao resisted the urge to pinch her face and said, "Don't tell on me."

Cheng Yaoyao folded his hands over his chest and raised his chin: "Then you are not allowed to take a cold shower."

Xie Zhao looked at her helplessly: "It's too hot, it's uncomfortable."

"..." Cheng Yaoyao was most vulnerable to this kind of big dog-like gaze. She looked around Xie Zhao. The mottled wounds on his tan skin had not yet healed. In the summer, there was a high risk of inflammation. She sniffed at Xie Zhao again, and her waist softened: "Hmm..."

Cheng Yaoyao hurriedly covered his nose, met Xie Zhao's slightly puzzled look, and nodded seriously: "It does smell a bit like sweat."

Xie Zhao took two steps back in embarrassment. Cheng Yaoyao liked to be clean, and usually she would dislike him if he kissed her a few more times.

Cheng Yaoyao touched his chin and said, "At worst, I'll let you use my bathtub."

The newly hooped bathtub still smelled of wood and was very spacious, with every inch of the wood polished to a smooth finish. A small stool was placed in the bathtub, and it was so comfortable to sit and take a bath. Cheng Yaoyao had only used it a few times, and he would soak in it for a long time every day.

Xie Zhaojian was flattered. Cheng Yaoyao was actually willing to let him use her baby bathtub?