"Ye Sijue! Ye Sijue!" she called out his name loudly. When she walked to the edge of the open space, she found that she was facing a steep hillside.
Fuying was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost fell.
Seeing the pebbles she had stepped on slide down the cliff face without making a sound, she knew that the depth of this cliff must be immeasurable.
Just as she was praying that Ye Sijue wouldn't fall, she suddenly saw a piece of clothing fluttering in the wind on a tree branch on the cliff, and the color and pattern were exactly the same as the one Ye Sijue had just been wearing.
She lay on the ground, struggling to reach the piece of cloth. The congealed blood on the cloth and the pungent smell of blood filled her with despair.
Fear and despair surged through her heart in that instant. She lay on the edge of the cliff, shouting down the mountain repeatedly, "Ye Sijue, Ye Sijue!"
Only the echoing sound of the valley responded to her.
"Ye Sijue, if you die, I will never forgive you."
Fuying held the bloodstained cloth and turned to walk down the mountain.
The cliff was too steep for her to descend from the top. She could only follow the mountain path down to the bottom of the cliff to find Ye Sijue.
Twenty minutes later, she finally reached the bottom of the cliff. Looking at the smooth cliff face above, Fu Ying knew that Ye Sijue must still be alive, at least he had not suffered any further injury during the fall.
She searched everywhere for Ye Sijue and finally found him dying behind a rock wall by the stream.
His body was covered in abrasions, and there was a shocking gunshot wound on his shoulder blade. Fortunately, Ye Sijue had stopped the bleeding with herbs before he fainted, otherwise, even if I found him now, he would probably be in grave danger.
Fu Ying looked up at the sky; dark clouds were gathering, and it was estimated that it would rain soon. Ye Sijue was injured and could not be exposed to the cold, so she had no choice but to move him to a nearby cave.
Seeing that Ye Sijue's face was pale and his hands were as cold as ice, Fuying placed him against the rock wall of the cave and then went to find some firewood.
But as soon as she turned around, she felt Ye Sijue tightly gripping her hand.
"Don't go." His voice was extremely weak, and it was impossible to tell whether he was talking in his sleep or if he really felt the presence of the person beside him.
Fu Ying looked at him coldly, a bitter feeling rising in her heart.
Once, she had given herself to Ye Sijue, who was burning unconscious, in a cave like this.
At that time, she gave him her whole heart, believing that he loved her too, but in the end, she lost the gamble.
Even knowing that Ye Sijue was willing to risk his life to save her, she could no longer trust the person in front of her.
"Do you want me to freeze to death in this cave with you, or do you want me to go out and find firewood?" she said coldly, not caring whether Ye Sijue was conscious or not.
Strangely, even though Ye Sijue's eyes were closed, he obediently let go of Fu Ying's hand after she finished speaking, like a harmless little wolfhound, and fell asleep with his face turned to the side.
Fu Ying took a deep breath, went outside to collect some firewood, and then found half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on Ye Sijue's body.
She was still taken aback when she saw the small, square lighter.
This was a birthday gift she gave Ye Sijue on his 24th birthday. She had heard from others that if a girl gives a boy a lighter, it means she will marry him.
That's why she specially gave him this gift at that time.
She still remembers Ye Sijue's disgusted expression; he didn't even open the box to take a look before casually putting it into his pocket.
She had assumed that he had thrown the gift away somewhere, but she never expected that he had been carrying it with him all along.
"Forget it, Fuying. So what if he brought the gift you gave him? Maybe he just thinks it's useful. It has nothing to do with you."
She composed herself, turned around, and started a fire.
The heavy rain continued for several hours, and Ye Sijue also burned for several hours.
In his dream, he was in a daze, but he kept muttering Fuying's name. Fuying was worried that he had damaged his brain with a fever, so she went to get some cool water, wet a cloth, and put it on his head.
"Fuying, I miss you so much. Where are you? I know it's all my fault. Please come back."
Fu Ying was wiping his wounds when Ye Sijue's weak voice came over.
She didn't want to listen anymore. The rain outside the cave had just stopped, so she set off to find a doctor for Ye Hanjue.
Most importantly, Li Moge's leg was injured and he was hiding in a trash can. Now that she is out of danger, she can't just abandon him.
After daybreak, everything outside the Triangle Bar seemed to return to normal, and vendors set up breakfast stalls at the alley entrance.
Following her memory, Fu Ying returned to the trash can and found the unconscious Li Mo.
"Brother Li Mo! Brother Li Mo! Wake up! Wake up!" Fu Ying gently patted his cheeks, afraid that he would go into shock due to excessive blood loss.
"Where are the beauties? Where are the beauties!" Li Mo suddenly woke up and instinctively swallowed.
Seeing that he was still dreaming, Fuying finally felt relieved and immediately took out her phone to dial 120.
Soon, the ambulance took Li Mo to the hospital. Fu Ying stood outside the ambulance. Li Mo lifted his head from the stretcher and looked puzzled when he saw that she hadn't gotten in. "Fu Ying, aren't you coming with me?"
"No, I have something else to take care of."
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