The wind howled outside, while the candlelight flickered inside the cabin.
Yun Nian sighed and said, "Even if you want to leave, how can you leave looking like this?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened slightly. Yes, he couldn't even move an inch, so how could he go back to find Youyou?
Seeing that he looked unwell, Yun Nian said, "The effects of the medicine on your body should wear off in about five days, and you should be able to leave by then."
Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou's expression softened slightly. "Thank you."
Yun Nian asked in surprise, "You actually said thank you."
Fu Wenzhou: "...My wife tells me to be polite to people."
"I see." Yun Nian looked enlightened, a childlike smile curving her face. "You like her a lot?"
"Nonsense." Fu Wenzhou sneered, "It's love, I love her very much."
Yun Nian was only fifteen years old and had been living in seclusion for so many years, so she didn't really understand these things about love and romance. She just felt that this person did seem like a devoted lover, and she was a little curious: "Does she know that you risked your life to enter the Misty Forest to seek medical help for her?"
Fu Wenzhou frowned. "I don't know."
Yun Nian nodded and stopped talking, focusing on grinding the medicinal powder.
For a moment, the air fell silent.
Fu Wenzhou didn't have a phone, and all he could think about was Song Qingyou. He wanted to see her face, hear her voice, and hug her, but he was lying here and couldn't do anything.
"Do you have a cell phone?" he suddenly asked.
Yun Nian was taken aback, then shook her head honestly: "No, and there's no signal here either."
Fu Wenzhou turned away irritably, his aura frighteningly low.
After a while, he turned back to the question: "Why did Master Yunfang die?"
Yun Nian said, "Those who save others do not save themselves. Master said that he has lived for too long and does not want to continue to be troubled by this world. It would be better to find a quiet place to spend the rest of his life."
After a pause, Yun Nian stood up and took a palm-sized celadon bottle from the wooden shelf. "I can save your wife, but you must grant me one request."
Fu Wenzhou replied lazily, "Speak."
Yun Nian then said, "This contains my master's ashes. His last wish before he passed away was to return to his roots and be buried in his hometown."
Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched: "You put your master's ashes here, so what's the deal with that tombstone outside?"
Yun Nian said "Oh": "That's just a formality."
"..." It's a good thing Fu Wenzhou can't move right now, otherwise he would have rushed over and kicked this brat.
Yun Nian asked, "Is that alright?"
Fu Wenzhou lay back down, his tone nonchalant: "Why don't you go out yourself?"
Yun Nian's fair cheeks flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Because I have no sense of direction and can't get out of the Misty Forest. In all these years, you are the only one who has been able to get out of the Misty Forest, so I hope you can take me out."
Fu Wenzhou scoffed: "So you have something to ask for too."
Yun Nian: "This is Master's last wish, and I will naturally fulfill it for him."
Fu Wenzhou had no objection to this: "You have to guarantee that you can cure my wife when you get out."
Yun Nian nodded: "That's for sure. As long as it's not a terminal illness that's certain to kill you, it can generally be cured."
Yun Nian said a lot more, but Fu Wenzhou only heard the word "cured".
The thought that Youyou's illness could be cured filled him with inexplicable joy.
Their attitude towards Yun Nian has improved considerably.
In the following days, Yun Nian changed Fu Wenzhou's dressing and re-bandaged him every morning and evening.
The process of changing the dressing was excruciatingly painful, like peeling off all the skin and then gluing it back together. Seeing his pale face, bulging veins on his forehead, and cold sweat all over his body, Yun Nian comforted him, "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."
The strips of cloth that had been removed from the dressing were still stuck with necrotic flesh and stained with blood. Every time the dressing was changed, Fu Wenzhou felt as if he were undergoing torture.
"Alright," Yun Nian said softly.
Fu Wenchang let out a long sigh, his eyes bloodshot, and leaned back on the soft couch as he slowly spoke: "How many days has it been?"
“Three,” Yun Nian said, “Actually, you can rest for a few more days. You can force yourself to walk out with your injuries, but it will require a lot of willpower and the Misty Forest is not easy to walk, which will aggravate your wounds.”
"Hmm." Fu Wenzhou let out a soft hum from the tip of his nose.
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Yun Nian couldn't help but say, "My medicine can only allow you to walk with difficulty. If you insist on walking, your injuries will become more serious, and you will suffer a lot."
Fu Wenzhou's voice was deep and calm: "It's nothing."
Seeing his persistence, Yun Nian asked in confusion, "Why? Your wife shouldn't die so soon. Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Can't you postpone it for ten or fifteen days until your injuries have healed a bit?"
The wooden window wasn't closed tightly, and a cold draft slipped in through the cracks, carrying with it Fu Wenzhou's usual languid voice:
"She must be worried because I haven't been back for so long."
Fu Wenzhou closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, a hint of doting affection unseen by others: "What should I do if she gets angry? Although she's easy to coax, I don't want her to be angry."
Yun Nian stared at the man's broad back, which was wrapped up like a mummy, and was stunned.
He could tell that the other person was a high-ranking official who had long held a position of power, and even in his disheveled state, he could not hide his innate air of nobility.
But whenever he talked about his wife, Yun Nian could always see a gentle smile on his usually cold and stern face.
My master used to say that people in the world are all heartless.
Yun Nian scratched her head, turned to look at the celadon bottle containing Yun Fang's ashes, and whispered, "Master, it seems that not everything you taught me was correct."
Time on the island was extremely long. Fu Wenzhou would often wake up in the middle of the night in pain, and then force himself to go back to sleep. As long as he fell asleep, he could dream of Song Qingyou.
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