She gazed at the man's face, then reached out to gently touch his cheek, trying to test if his appearance was real.
But when her fingertips lightly touched the man's skin, Song Xizhi froze.
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly placed her palm on her forehead, where she could feel the burning heat.
When Song Xizhi placed her palm on the man's forehead again, it felt as if she had touched a block of ice.
The man before me was pale, trembling slightly, and his body was ice-cold.
The situation is terrible.
She seems to have a fever, her consciousness is still a bit blurred, and her perception has also decreased significantly.
But the man in front of her had lost consciousness due to hypothermia and was trembling all over.
Song Xizhi's heart sank as he looked at the man's soaking wet clothes.
In the dead of winter, mud and blood stained his clothes, which were soaked, cold, and heavy, and clung tightly to his body.
He looked as if he had been pulled out of an ice cellar.
The man also had many wounds of varying sizes on his back and limbs.
The wound had turned white from being soaked in the floodwaters, the skin and flesh were turned inside out, and blood was still seeping out continuously. Many small stones were also embedded in the wound, making it look ferocious and terrifying.
These wounds were probably caused by the stones and branches in the flood.
Thinking it over, Song Xizhi gritted his teeth and, disregarding the man's identity, began to undress him.
First the outer garment, then the inner garment...
Song Xizhi had actually done this to He Jingyan many times before.
Her hands were skilled and quick; she removed his clothes in no time.
The man's skin gradually became visible, his abdominal muscles bulged like a washboard, and his long forearms also had smooth muscle lines.
Song Xizhi's attention was completely focused on the clothes, and he didn't pay any attention to the man's body.
She stripped his soaked clothes off his body and hurriedly took them outside the cave, spreading them out evenly in the sunlight.
Whether it was her imagination or not, when Song Xizhi returned to the man's side, she felt that his body temperature had dropped even lower, and his trembling had become more intense.
Feeling the increasing contraction of his muscles, Song Xizhi realized the situation was getting worse and his eyelids twitched, thinking to himself, "This is bad."
She looked around the empty cave and, seeing no other suitable tools, could only place her burning hands on the man's lower abdomen and rub them up and down, trying to generate heat through friction.
The hot little hand first brushed across the waist and abdomen, then the chest, and finally reached the man's neck.
These areas have a large number of blood vessels and are close to the body's core organs. Warming these areas allows heat to be delivered into the body more quickly.
When she wrapped her arms around the man's neck and her gaze fell slightly on his collarbone, her movements suddenly stopped.
At this moment, the man still has a scar on his collarbone. The wound has healed, but the mark has not been completely eliminated.
It appears to have been caused by a blunt metal object, and the wound likely occurred about two weeks ago.
Song Xizhi stared intently at the scar on his collarbone, feeling as if a loud bang had exploded in his ears, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.
Two weeks ago, there was a scar on my collarbone...
He Jingyan also has this scar.
The night he woke up, in order to avoid the assassin, she suddenly pushed him, and his collarbone and forehead hit the footstool under the bed.
She bandaged it herself.
No two wounds are exactly alike.
Even if He Jingyan were to fall again himself, he could not possibly produce the same result.
As Song Xizhi thought about it, his whole body trembled slightly.
She wanted to reach out and touch the scar on the man's collarbone.
But before Song Xizhi's fingertips could fall, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a warm, large hand.
She looked up in surprise, only to be met with the man's deep eyes.
The man had just opened his eyes, and his consciousness seemed somewhat hazy.
Song Xi stared at him without moving, feeling as if her mind had gone completely blank.
"Who are you?"
Song Xizhi's voice trembled slightly: "How did you get the wound on your collarbone?"
"Who are you? Are you my husband? Are you He Jingyan?"
She gripped the man's hand tightly, her questions echoing in the silent cave, making the whole world seem to fall silent at that moment.
All that could be seen was the man's pale lips parting slightly, opening and closing as if he were saying something.
The sound was very soft; she couldn't hear it.
Song Xizhi quickly bent down, bringing his ear close to his lips, and heard his hoarse voice whisper, "Don't cry."
She suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was already in tears.
"What kind of answer is this? Tell me quickly! Are you really my husband? Are you really He Jingyan?"
But the man in front of her did not answer; instead, he silently closed his eyes again.
Large tears streamed down her face, almost blurring Song Xizhi's vision.
In a hazy state, Song Xizhi once again recalled the life-saving grace from his childhood, the man's youthful yet warm embrace becoming one with the one he had just received amidst the flash flood.
Song Xizhi felt that the weather was just as cold back then as it is today, but she had never felt so terrified as she does now.
An overwhelming panic rose from the bottom of her heart. Song Xizhi frantically tried to warm the man's heart with her hands, but the man's heartbeat and breathing gradually slowed down.
Without hesitation, she undressed herself, piece by piece, pressing her burning skin tightly against the man's hard body.
Song Xizhi tried her best to warm him, her whole body already trembling with tension.
"Who are you? Wake up and answer me! Who are you?"
Seeing the man's lifeless appearance, Song Xizhi seemed to have made a decision in an instant.
She suddenly got up from beside the man, her eyes searching carefully through the cave until she found a sharp stone.
Song Xizhi hastily wiped the stone with his sleeve, then gritted his teeth and slashed it sharply at his wrist.
But at that moment, an aged voice came from the cave entrance.
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