Su Zhiruan and Fu Huaichu were both in the carriage when they fell off the cliff, and at the bottom of the cliff was a long river.

The bottom of the valley was not too cold, just a thin layer of ice. When the carriage fell, it hit the branches that grew across, slowing down its fall.

The whole process happened so fast. Su Zhiruan was held tightly in Fu Huaichu's arms. The carriage kept hitting the cliffs, breaking tree branches, and finally scattered into a pile of wood, falling into the river, splashing a lot of water. The thin ice was shattered, and ice flakes like cicada wings penetrated through the carriage windows and passed between the two people's necks. At this time, the broken ice flakes were like sharp blades, splashing on them and cutting small wounds.

With branches and stones as cushions along the way, Su Zhiruan only felt a black screen in front of her eyes, as if she would fall into a deep sleep in the next moment. In the last moment of consciousness, she could feel Fu Huaichu trying his best to drag her to the shore.

After confirming with the system that they would be fine, she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Huaichu is the son of the plane of this small world. He has some power of heaven. Even without Su Zhiruan's system, nothing will happen to him. As for Su Zhiruan, she is not from this small world, and the system will protect her.

When she woke up and opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the flickering shadow of fire on the top of the cave. The whole cave was warm, and there were occasional noises from the fire, making crackling sounds. Su Zhiruan moved and felt that she was no longer feeling the biting cold as if she had just fallen into the river, but was instead wearing a dry and thick cloak.

She sat up, her limbs still aching from the violent fall, and glanced around the cave.

The cave was not big, and was even very shallow. She was now at the innermost part of the cave. It was obvious that her surroundings had been cleaned. There was another clean cloak on the ground, and her wet coat was being hung by the fire and being roasted.

The cave was very shallow. Su Zhiruan stood up holding the cloak and saw Fu Huaichu guarding the entrance of the cave.

He closed his eyes tightly, his face flushed abnormally, his fingers curled up, and his clothes were still the same as when he went out for a trip. They were now clinging to his body, and the edges looked like they were about to freeze.

The fire was not big, but it was closer to her. There were a lot of wood next to the fire. It was obvious that they were all removed from the carriage.

Su Zhiruan looked at Fu Huaichu and sighed deeply.

What was so good about her? What could be worthy of him, the crown prince, treating her like this?

In the light of the fire, she walked over, squatted down and touched his forehead.

The temperature that his palms could feel was very high, even scalding hot. He shook his head but did not wake up. His thin lips were palely pursed, and even a little chapped.

"Fu Huaichu, go in and lie down." Su Zhiruan untied the belt of his cloak at the collar. When she reached out her hand, she found that the man's cloak was as stiff as stone. She used some strength to try to help him up.

Fu Huaichu felt her movement, his heavy eyelids slightly lifted, and the corners of his cracked lips seemed to want to raise a smile, but he didn't know that his smile at this time was like a bitter smile. He whispered intermittently, "Ruan...Ruan Ruan..."

This sound was not calling her, but confirming.

"I'm here, come in with me." Su Zhiruan took off his cloak, and also untied the dragon robe inside, leaving only the inner clothes. She wrapped the cloak that she had just wrapped around herself around him, supported his stumbling steps, and helped the tall and strong man lie down at the place where she had just woken up.

"Ruan Ruan..." Fu Huaichu's voice was very weak, his palms were cold, and only his forehead was hot and flushed. He was in a very bad condition, but in order not to worry Su Zhiruan, he forced a smile and reached out to overlap her hand, "Are you concerned about me?"

Their hands were tightly folded together, and the two pairs of cold hands actually gave off a hint of warmth. Fu Huaichu coveted this warmth and held her, not letting her leave.

Su Zhiruan looked at him with complicated eyes, "Is it worth it? Save me to the shore and change me into dry clothes. What about you? Do you want to die? Fu Huaichu."

"It's worth it," Fu Huaichu looked at her with eyes that showed his strong emotions. He pretended to be relaxed, "If you really want to thank me, why not give me your body?"

"It's already this late and you're still talking nonsense," Su Zhiruan suddenly didn't dare to look at him. She turned away and looked at the flickering flames. She wanted to pull her hand back, but found that it was still tightly held by Fu Huaichu. She sighed deeply, "I'll add some firewood."

"Don't leave." After Fu Huaichu said this, he seemed to be unable to hold on. His eyebrows and eyes, like distant mountains, were stained with sorrow. "Will you leave me?"

The Crown Prince's external image has always been cold as ice, keeping people at a distance. But now in front of her, he looks like a fragile, aggrieved sick beauty. The contrast is too great, and Su Zhiruan feels a little soft-hearted.

But Fu Huaichu still held her tightly. The grown man looked like a loyal big dog at this moment, not wanting to let her leave even for a moment.

It was still snowing outside, and the snow was piled up at the entrance of the cave, neither melting nor completely covering the place.

Su Zhiruan looked up and saw heavy snow all over the sky, a not-so-dark night sky, and this corner of tranquility.

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This feeling of transcending the mundane world and being the only one between two people who understand and appreciate each other is very special.

The cave was very quiet, except for the occasional crackling of the fire and the breathing of the two people.

It was freezing cold, and Su Zhiruan looked at the man's still flushed forehead. He had closed his eyes, but still held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. The temperature slowly rose between their palms, and before Su Zhiruan withdrew her hands, both of their hands were already warm.

She stood up and added some more firewood to the firewood pile. Smoke floated out of the half-open cave. She observed at the cave entrance for a moment. The carriage had been dismantled by Fu Huaichu, and all the usable items had been taken back to the cave. Some of them were thrown on the river bank.

Su Zhiruan tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, soaked it in the snow, and applied it to Fu Huaichu's hot forehead.

Then, she picked some wood from the carriage and made a simple tripod. When facing the assassin, she threw a teapot at him, but she didn't expect that there was a complete teapot here, so she put some clean snow in the teapot, put it on the tripod and waited for it to boil.

In this dynasty, human destruction of nature was not serious, and there were not many dust particles in the snow, so it could be drunk after boiling. Su Zhiruan watched the teapot, and after the hot water in the teapot bubbled, she poured some into the teacup, let it cool and prepared to give it to Fu Huaichu to drink.