He hugged Ye Meng tightly, looking as pitiful as an abandoned child, his voice hoarse:
"Don't go, don't leave me..."
Please, brother.
The man held her tightly in his arms, and amidst the flickering flames, he felt as if he had finally found the sunshine of his life.
For countless days and nights, he lived like a stinking rat in a sewer, forever confined to the coldest, most filthy ditch.
He cannot see the sun outside, nor can he show himself as a god, nor does he understand what love is.
Because he had grown up secretly observing the Dark Moon leader's cold and ruthless demeanor—cold, heartless, like a robot.
But ironically, he was his only father.
So how could he understand love, and how could he believe in love?
He hates Gu Momo because his brother died for her, and everything his brother did was for her.
But his brother lost his life because of Gu Momo!
The older brother was willing to sacrifice his life for Gu Momo, but he only had one older brother!
How could he not hate Gu Momo?!
Even after so long, he still vaguely remembered the day his brother prepared for the final battle against the Dark Moon Organization.
Ye Sihan personally handed him a black spice bag containing a jade pendant.
He would always remember how gentle his brother's gaze was then. He smiled and said, "Sijue, if I don't make it out alive, give the jade pendant in the bag to Momo. I think... it will be useful to her."
That gentle gaze was as soft as moonlight, shining deeply into Ye Sijue's heart.
But little did he know that his brother's departure would truly be a final farewell...
......
The next day, after the rain, everything came back to life, and the larks in the forest flew to the branches, as if calling for the sleeping people to wake up soon.
Ye Sijue opened his eyes groggily. The sunlight outside the cave was dazzling, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his eyes, but a tearing pain came from his waist and abdomen.
He subconsciously lowered his head, and the herbal medicine applied to his wound was pulled off.
"Ye Sijue, don't move around!" Fu Ying had just returned from outside and saw him fussing around after waking up. She didn't even have time to properly put down the fruit she had just picked before rushing over. "Your wound is still infected. Don't throw away the herbs!"
She took the herbs from Ye Sijue's hand and was about to reapply them when Ye Sijue dodged to the side, saying, "None of your business!"
Fu Ying stared blankly at him, holding the herbs, and asked incredulously, "Were you just yelling at me?"
Ye Sijue frowned, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.
She used to treat Fuying the same way, always with a smile. But why is she now acting as if he has done something terribly wrong, her gaze filled with reproach?
It seemed like... this was the first time he had ever seen Fuying with such an expression on her face.
For some reason, I suddenly felt a slight pain in my heart.
He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.
"Ye Sijue, how dare you yell at me!" The helplessness and despair she felt last night surged back into her heart at this moment, and Fu Ying angrily threw the herbs at him.
"Ye Sijue! Why are you being so fierce! If it weren't for me, you might have been eaten by wild beasts last night! I was busy taking care of you, braving the heavy rain to pick herbs for you in the middle of the night. Do you know how heavy the rain was last night? There was even lightning!"
"I'm terrified of thunder! But you, the first thing you did when you woke up was tell me to leave you alone! Yes! I really shouldn't have bothered with you. I'm like a beggar asking for bitter herbs; I brought this on myself!"
Fuying sat down on a nearby rock, pouting and wiping away tears, just like a wronged child.
Ye Sijue looked at the bonfire that had burned on the ground, and then at the blanket covering him.
The tiny knitted cardigan, though unable to keep out the near-freezing temperatures in the cave at night, seemed to be the only piece of clothing Fu Ying could take out that kept him from getting too cold.
In contrast, the little girl in front of me was only wearing a thin sundress, with bruises and small cuts from tree branches all over her body.
The girl's skin was very delicate, and there were many mosquitoes in the mountains. Her hands, thighs, and even feet were covered with red bumps of varying degrees, which made people feel sorry for her and didn't know what to say.
Ye Sijue's heart softened without him realizing it, and he asked reluctantly, "Are there any extra herbs?"
Fu Ying sniffed. "What did you say?"
"I'm asking you, are there any more herbs?"
The girl realized what was happening and said angrily, "That's it! You can have died of pain already!"
Although that's what she said, she still lifted her skirt, took out a small piece of clean herbs from her backpack, placed them on a clean stone, crushed them with another stone to extract the juice, and handed them to Ye Sijue, saying, "Apply it yourself!"
She has a bit of a temper, but not much.
Just as Ye Sijue was about to take the herbs, Fu Ying pulled her hand back, saying, "I'll do it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she slapped his wound directly, causing Ye Sijue to wince in pain.
Seeing his pained expression, Fu Ying felt a little relieved.
They were trying to help him out of kindness, but he woke up and immediately started yelling at them. Anyone would be angry in that situation.
After calming down for a while, Ye Sijue sat up against the rock wall and casually asked, "Feeling better now?"
"It's a little better now." Fu Ying raised an eyebrow, got up to pick up the fruit she had just picked, and wiped it on her skirt.
She handed the first piece of fruit to Ye Sijue, saying, "It rained heavily yesterday, turning the drinkable spring water into mud and grime. These are the only fruits I could find. They can help you stay hydrated. Eat them."
Having learned from the previous experience with herbs, Ye Sijue did not refuse this time, but obediently accepted the fruit.
Fu Ying pursed her lips in satisfaction, picked up the other two fruits, sat down to the side, and began to eat them in large mouthfuls.
Ye Sijue watched her from afar. The happiness radiating from her face, which looked like a kitten, seemed genuine and she appeared to be in a very good mood.
For some reason, he seemed to feel much better.
Feeling his gaze, Fu Ying finished the last bite of fruit and spoke up, "Aren't you going to eat? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Ye Sijue frowned, as if he could see a hint of shyness on her face. He felt annoyed and tossed the fruit to her, saying, "Eat more if you like."
“I really like it and want to eat it.” Fu Ying made no attempt to hide her thoughts. “But you are a patient, you have to eat something. I don’t want you to have to carry me back when we’re on our way home. I was already very tired last night.”
Ye Sijue had no way to deal with her, and when she threw the fruit back, he took a bite as if he had completed a task.
The crisp flesh crunches with every bite, and the sweet juice bursts in your mouth, instantly masking any bitterness.
Indeed... it is very sweet.
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