Fortunately, your injury is on your back, otherwise I would have sewn it so ugly and you would probably blame me.
Zhang Wuji had already fainted, and Zhou Zhiruo had no good solution for the situation.
Although her cultivation level was not high, she still poured her limited true energy into his body.
Zhou Zhiruo was unreserved.
From the moment he betrayed Emei, there was no turning back. No matter what her feelings were, she had to keep this man alive.
Or perhaps, even if she had not betrayed Emei, she would have done the same.
…
At night, Zhou Zhiruo was extremely weak.
She vaguely heard Zhang Wuji utter the word "thirst".
Zhou Zhiruo was a little confused. Where could she find water in such a remote place?
She could only move Zhang Wuji to an inconspicuous corner.
After spreading some straw over him, he went out to find water.
…
It was a long time before Zhou Zhiruo returned to the dilapidated Guandi Temple.
She held a small lotus leaf in her hand, with a little water on it.
She kicked the straw off Zhang Wuji's face.
The water is coming.
Zhou Zhiruo gently put down the lotus leaf, but the little water still slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Damn it: Zhou Zhiruo cursed softly.
You bastard, every time you get hurt, you can't open your mouth. It was like this ten years ago, and it's still like this ten years later. I really owe you in my previous life.
Zhou Zhiruo could only take the water from the lotus leaf into her mouth, and then...
Zhou Zhiruo went back and forth like this for more than ten times, until the next night.
Zhou Zhiruo was already very tired.
But this time, she was lucky enough to catch two small fish.
In the campfire, she used a branch to string the two small fish together.
She also took off most of the clothes she was wearing and dried them by the campfire.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly smiled.
"I've been in Emei for ten years, but none of them are as exciting as these two days with you."
Unconsciously, she recalled the past events.
Her face flushed and she whispered: Brother Wuji, do you know that ten years ago you had a cold attack and lost consciousness, you just kept saying you were cold and that you were about to freeze to death.
I was so anxious that I was dizzy and couldn't think of any good solution, so I could only take off my clothes and let you hold me in my arms.
It’s been ten years. Time flies.
Later, I, an orphan, was first sent to Wudang, and then, unexpectedly, was sent to Emei by Old Man Zhang.
I was almost mad to death along the way.
It was quite fun when I was in Wudang Mountain. No one bullied me except that bastard Song Qingshu. But it was different when I arrived at Emei.
At that time, I was the youngest and was bullied by that group of stinky women for many years. I was made to do all the dirty and tiring work.
Every time I feel like I can’t hold on any longer, I think of you.
I think you were so miserable at the beginning, but you still gritted your teeth and insisted on living. I am not even more miserable than you, so how can I not hold on?
After ten years, I finally met you again. How great it would be if we had never been apart in these ten years.
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