In the pouring rain, the man in black, wielding a long sword, approached step by step.
Zhan Xinjia bit her lip tightly, half-dragging the unconscious Lord Shen back a step towards the edge of the cliff. Loose stones continued to roll down the cliff, their hollow echoes reverberating in the distance.
If she dies here today, and her body is found later, will people say that she and Lord Shen committed suicide by jumping off a cliff?
It seems that it's not entirely unacceptable.
Zhan Xinjia almost laughed.
A gust of wind tossed her disheveled, dark hair, her filthy face stained with blood, but her clear, bright eyes remained half-closed, their gaze sharp and piercing.
but.
She's not the kind of person who would give up when faced with a desperate situation!
The instant the man in black raised his sword, Zhan Xinjia seized the opportunity and narrowly dodged to the side, striking the man's wrist with a palm strike. The intense shock caused the man in black to drop his sword, which clattered to the ground.
Zhan Xinjia lifted the sword hilt high with the tip of his shoe, reached out and grabbed it with one hand, holding it horizontally in front of him.
She had thought that with weapons in hand, she might be able to make one last desperate attempt—but as everyone knows, bad luck has plagued her entire life.
A rustling sound arose, and several more men in black suddenly appeared from nowhere.
Greetings!
I'm supposed to be a villainous supporting character, you can't just kill me off like this, are you trying to ruin my career?!
She had even thought of her will in her mind, but strangely, when the first man in black snatched the knife from his companion and was about to slash at her, he was stopped in time by several other men in black who arrived from behind.
The man in black behind shook his head at the first man in black, and then reached out his hand towards Zhan Xinjia.
"Come on, grab me."
His eyes, visible through his mask, betrayed a hint of worry and helplessness; he was clearly afraid she would actually fall.
Zhan Xinjia was stunned.
What do you mean? Are you suggesting we keep her alive to take her back and torture her?
At the edge of the cliff, the wind and rain were bleak.
The light was dimmed by the rain, and only a few streaks of rain flying obliquely through the reflection of the sword light could be vaguely seen. The raindrops kept hitting her shoulders and hair with a muffled sound, blurring her face.
Zhan Xinjia stood upright, sword held horizontally in front of him.
"If you fail to kill me here today, you just wait, I'll make you wait forever..."
After uttering those pathetic words, she threw down her longsword, grabbed Little Shen, and swiftly jumped off the cliff.
Like a bird falling from the sky, her body suspended in mid-air, weightless, the biting wind whipping her robes, even her bones ached. Yet, at this moment, Zhan Xinjia felt incredibly at peace, and as if letting out a sigh of relief, she slowly closed her eyes—
Nonsense, in which storybook did you read that someone actually died from jumping off a cliff?
Her master once said that for people who live in stories, cliffs are like save points, and sometimes they can even find a couple of martial arts manuals.
No need for martial arts manuals or anything like that, let's just give you some food instead.
Help! She's so hungry...
——
An unfamiliar ceiling.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the cave ceiling as she had expected.
The cave was pitch black, but perhaps because it was deep enough, it was able to block out most of the wind and rain from the outside world, so the cave was relatively clean and dry.
Zhan Xinjia frowned and tried to get up, but the struggle made her body ache all over. Her legs, which had lost sensation, hurt so much that even the slightest movement would aggravate her injured knees.
Intense pain spread throughout her limbs and internal organs. Her vision went black, and she almost vomited blood and fainted from the pain.
She hissed softly, taking a small breath of cool air, and suddenly realized that she seemed to be lying in someone's arms. No wonder the cuts on her back from the pebbles didn't hurt at all, and her body felt warm.
Someone is cushioning her.
"Master Xiao Shen...?"
She called softly, but received no response for a long time.
The young man, with his back against the hard, cold cave wall, carefully and completely sheltered her in his arms, his large robe spread out to cover her, protecting her from most of the cold.
She was enveloped in warmth, her hands held in the other person's palms and warmed by their touch.
Upon receiving the letter, Jia was taken aback.
Outside the cave, the rain pattered like falling pearls.
Inside the pitch-black cave, he held her tightly, so tightly that her bones ached.
By the way, Lord Shen was shot with an arrow earlier...
Where's the arrow? Forcibly pulling it out would cause excessive blood loss.
He gave him his clothes, wouldn't he be cold?
When Zhan Xinjia came to her senses, she was startled and immediately tried to struggle to get up to check his injuries. However, the more she moved, the tighter the young man held her.
In the pitch-black night, he rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled his face against her neck as if seeking warmth.
"Don't move, it's cold."
His face was burning hot, his voice was hoarse, he was delirious, and he was so weak and ill that he didn't even have the strength to say a few more words.
I don't know why, but in this pitch-black environment, because you can't see the other person's face, you can actually let go of your psychological burden and unconsciously shed the persona you usually try so hard to maintain.
Becoming more real, more vulnerable.
Shen Suqing suddenly felt somewhat relieved.
Fortunately, it was dark here, and she couldn't see clearly that the all-powerful Master Shen she spoke of was actually just an ordinary person.
At the very least, he wanted to leave a more perfect image in her heart.
So that when she thinks of him, she will always picture the dignified and upright Shen Suqing, not the disheveled figure lying here now, covered in mud and unable to even keep his clothes clean.
He must have disappointed her.
Disappointed, I suddenly realized that he was actually just an ordinary person, easily lost in the crowd, and not worth mentioning among the masses.
At that time, perhaps her gaze will no longer fall upon him with such sparkle.
Shen Suqing realized for the first time that he was actually pretending. Even at this point, he was still thinking about these things.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
He lowered his eyes slightly and leaned close to her ear, speaking softly and huskyly.
"I'm sorry, I can't take care of you for now. Ah Zhi, be good, rest a little longer, okay?... Don't be afraid, I'll definitely have a solution by the time you wake up from your nap."
As he spoke, he rubbed his forehead against her face, as if to comfort her.
He didn't actually know when the reinforcements would arrive, but he didn't want the little girl to be frightened.
Even if it's just to coax her into getting another good night's sleep.
Let me have another carefree dream.
It's better than facing a hopeless reality with him.
The little girl in his arms stirred, her hand, which had been pulled from his palm, now gripped his hand tightly with worry. She curled up closer to him, sniffed, as if she were being affectionate, and her muffled voice came from his chest.
"Young Master Shen, are you in pain?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"You're lying, Lord Shen. You clearly taught me to be honest and not to lie. See, I've taken your advice to heart. When I'm in pain, I'll tell you frankly, Lord Shen, that it hurts a lot."
As she spoke, her voice choked with emotion, tinged with a slight sob.
Even though she tried her best to hold back, her voice still trembled uncontrollably when she opened her mouth.
"Young Master Shen, it hurts so much..."
Actually, she didn't want him to worry, but at this moment, Zhan Xinjia couldn't help but want to act coquettishly and desperately seek his comfort.
As long as Lord Shen is by her side, her strength seems to crumble.
She knew it was selfish and spoiled, but he was the one who indulged all her bad temper and spoiled her into this state...
Isn't that right?
Shen Suqing's heart clenched, a sharp pain shooting through him. His heart was breaking. He hurriedly and frantically cupped her face in his hands, pressing his cheek tightly against hers, gently rubbing against her repeatedly, as if that would make her feel more at ease.
"Sweetie, sweetie..."
He offered her words of comfort, albeit incoherently and even at a loss for words. In truth, Shen Suqing's mind was completely blank, and he had no idea what to say. It was as if all his words had become pale and powerless, having no effect whatsoever.
He just wanted to let her know that he was here.
A warm tear rolled down her cheek, wetting their faces as they pressed together.
Shen Suqing was stunned for a moment. Forgetting all about the rules of propriety that he always talked about, in his haste, he hurriedly bent down and kissed her face, hastily wiping away the tear with his lips.
Don't cry.
All he knew was that every time she cried, his heart would break.
His heart and mind were completely filled with nothing else; at this moment, the only thing his aching heart wanted to know and cared about was how to appease her, no matter what it took.
In the darkness, he held her even tighter.
Shen Suqing raised his finger and gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes, his fingertips trembling as he touched her eyelids from the corner of her eyebrows, trying to determine in this clumsy way whether she was still crying.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his tone sound lighter.
"If you can't sleep, would you like to hear a story?"
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