Occasionally rocks fall off with crisp crashing sounds that echo in the mountain streams.

Half of her body was hanging in the air, with her hands clinging to a loose rock. She would fall off the cliff in the next moment.

Seeing this situation, the timid ones would scream, while the brave ones would immediately rush over to save people.

But now this man screamed and rushed over, but his questions and actions were strange.

He did not pull her up immediately, but instead held her hand and squeezed the purple fairy plant in her hand.

He squatted in front of her, blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow over Miss Jun.

Miss Jun could also see his face clearly.

He was about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. His skin was not very fair, but it was shiny and delicate. He had a high nose bridge, bright eyes, and outstanding looks.

He squatted down at this time, but he was still quite big.

Around his waist was a straw rope with a rabbit hanging on it and an axe on his back.

There was still blood on the axe.

I don't know if it was a chopped rabbit or something else.

Miss Jun's gaze returned to his face.

"I'm about to fall, sir, can you pull me up?" she said.

There was no anxiety, no worry, and no fear, just as if she was talking about the weather today.

The man in front of me smiled. His smile was warm and a little uninhibited. This uninhibitedness did not make people feel disgusted, but instead added a different kind of charm.

"Okay." He said, and after saying this, he exerted force with his long arms.

Miss Jun was picked up easily, and he stood up as well, leading her back.

As soon as I left here, the rocks here collapsed with a loud bang.

The man cried out.

"It was a close call." He patted his chest, seeming to be very frightened. "You almost fell down."

Yes, it's very safe.

Miss Jun looked at her right hand which was still held by him.

The man's hands had thick joints, broad, thick and strong palms, and thin cords on his fingers.

"Yes, thank you so much, sir." She said with her eyes lowered.

"What are you doing? Why are you here?" the man asked curiously.

"I'm a herbalist." Miss Jun said softly, looking up at the man, "Sir, are you from here?"

How did you happen to be here?

The man smiled.

"I'm a woodcutter," he said loudly, patting the axe at his waist with his left hand.

Miss Jun bowed again.

"Thank you for saving my life," she said.

The man raised his hand to stop it.

"No, that's not the way to say it," he said. "It's just a piece of cake."

Miss Jun didn't say anything else, her eyes once again falling on the hand that was still held by the man.

There is a saying that goes "If someone saves your life, you should repay him with your own life."

The delicate young ladies on the stage were saved by the righteous young man. They said these words and gave their hearts to the young man.

There were also thugs on the streets who grabbed young girls from nowhere and paraded through the streets with ferocious looks while saying such things, and no one dared to stop them.

This is a matter of course. It is also something that cannot be helped.

She said nothing, and there was silence between them.

In the wild mountains and ridges, there was a pretty young woman and a strong young woodcutter holding an axe. The silence made the atmosphere a little weird.

Just as Miss Jun was about to speak again, her right hand was suddenly flipped. Her arm suddenly felt numb, and her tightly clenched hand loosened.

Before she could even cry out, the hand holding hers also moved away and caught the fallen purple fairy plant.

"Okay, just a small matter. Not a big deal." He said loudly, waved his hand at Miss Jun casually, and turned away gracefully.

Miss Jun looked at the purple fairy plant that he was holding.

"This young man." she said.

The man paused, frowned and turned back.

"Do you want this herb to cure your illness or to sell it for money?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

The man smiled.

"Are you talking about this flower?" he said, shaking the purple angel plant in his hand. "I haven't thought about it yet. It's mine anyway. I'll talk about it slowly when I get back."

Miss Jun looked at him, at his strong figure and the bloody axe at his waist.

"But I picked these," she said.

She shouldn't have said this, but she still wanted to say it. Although it was not rational enough, she didn't know if it was because she had died once, she especially didn't want to tell herself that there was a long way to go.

There is a long way to go, some things are not urgent.

There is a long way to go, if something is gone you can look for it later.

But who knows if there will be a tomorrow in the next moment.

She had been looked after by her master for six years without any return. It was impossible for her to travel far and wide to avenge her father and climb mountains just to find the purple fairy plant.

After hearing her say this, the smile on the man's face gradually faded, and the originally warm aura suddenly disappeared, just like the axe on his waist, emitting a bloody smell.

"Don't you know you shouldn't say that?" he said, looking at the little girl standing on the hillside who seemed like she could be blown down by a gust of wind, his voice meaningful.

A little girl alone in the desolate mountains and ridges, let alone snatching a flower from her, what will happen to the person who snatches her away?

He could pull her up, or throw her off the cliff.

Young girls nowadays are not only ungrateful but also become more and more demanding.

Besides, can this be called robbery?

"But, I did pick this purple fairy plant." Miss Jun said again.

The man's face became even gloomier.

"Little girl, you are wrong," he said, "I picked these."

"I picked them." said Miss Jun.

It was like one of those meaningless squabbles between kids, yours, mine, yours, mine.

The man took a step forward, like a mountain pressing down on her, exerting tremendous pressure, and the wind he brought almost blew Miss Jun down.

Miss Jun really fell down.

It wasn't because she was scared or blown by the wind, but her foot was injured when she stepped on the cliff just now. At this moment, she sat on the ground, and blood was exposed on the corner of her skirt.

He didn't chop her down with an axe, nor did he pick her up and throw her off the cliff, and certainly he didn't show any sympathy to her when she fell.

"Think about it," the man said viciously, "If it weren't for me, would you have died? If you were dead, would this flower still be yours?"

He pointed to the ground.

"When you die, these flowers will be thrown here. Whoever picks them up will own them."

Then he squatted down and looked at Miss Jun, his brows furrowed.

"Do you still have reason?"

Miss Jun looked at him, seemingly not knowing what to say.

"But." She stretched out her hand and pointed behind her, "I was just there, and I will die there, so the flowers will fall with me, so logically..."

She looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression.

“You can’t pick it up.”

The man glared, anger showing on his face, and raised his sandbag-sized fist.

Miss Jun didn't close her eyes as she watched the sandbag-sized fist wave and point in that direction.

"But I just grabbed this purple stalk," he said. "If you fall, it won't fall, so I still got it."

Miss Jun shook her head immediately.

"I will never let go of it if I fall," she said. "Either it falls with me, or I tear it in two, and the iris is still not yours."

The fist as big as a sandbag stopped in front of her nose.

"Little girl, I will definitely find a way to make you let go when you fall, do you believe it?" The man said viciously, and swung his other hand. The axe on his waist was chopped on Miss Jun's side, brushing against the corner of her skirt and splashing dust and gravel.

Miss Jun stopped talking.

"How can you be so unreasonable at such a young age?" the man said, filled with righteous indignation. "It is really outrageous."