The moon was bright and the stars were few; only low sobs could be heard in the room.
Fu Wenzhou gently patted Song Qingyou's back, his voice blending into the night, deep and husky: "Youyou, don't cry."
Song Qingyou rarely cries. Even when she suffered all kinds of bullying in the Song family since she was a child, she never shed a tear, because she knew that tears were the most useless thing in the world.
But she could never help but cry in front of Fu Wenzhou.
It's probably because she knows someone will always patiently comfort her.
Song Qingyou looked up at him, "Why are you wearing Xu Zezhan's clothes?"
Fu Wenzhou picked her up and stood up, his back drenched in cold sweat, but his expression remained calm: "My clothes were dirty, so I wore his."
He placed her on the bed, then lay down himself, embracing Song Qingyou from behind and intertwining his fingers with hers.
Song Qingyou turned around and nestled in his arms, her voice trembling with tears: "The locals say that no one who goes into the Misty Forest comes out alive. You've been inside for so many days, have you encountered any wild beasts? Are you injured?"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, "It's not as terrifying as outsiders make it out to be. I haven't come out for so long because I got lost. I assure you, I haven't encountered a single wild beast. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine right in front of you."
Fu Wenzhou's behavior was too normal, showing no sign of anything amiss, but Song Qingyou was still a little worried and reached out to lift his clothes to check.
Fu Wenzhou placed his palm on the back of her hand, took it, and kissed it, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Baby, if you do this, I'll think you're trying to flirt with me."
Song Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, and her face immediately turned red. "You, you're talking nonsense, I didn't mean that at all."
Fu Wenzhou squeezed the soft flesh of her palm as if he were playing with a piece of fine white porcelain. "It's really okay, Youyou, I'm so tired."
When Song Qingyou heard him say he was tired, and thought about how he hadn't had a good night's sleep in the deep forest for so many days, her heart ached so badly she felt like she was suffocating. "You sleep, I'll watch you sleep."
Fu Wenzhou smiled helplessly: "Sister, how can I sleep like this? Let's sleep together, okay?"
Song Qingyou said, "Okay."
Under the moonlight, the two fell asleep in each other's arms, becoming each other's only comfort in this cold winter.
As the sound of breathing around her gradually subsided, Song Qingyou slowly opened her clear, cold eyes in the darkness. She carefully stepped out of Fu Wenzhou's arms, her movements cautious, not daring to touch him.
Fu Wenzhou was exhausted; he hadn't had a proper rest for over a month and was now sleeping soundly.
Song Qingyou didn't turn on the light, afraid that the bright light would wake the sleeping man.
By the moonlight, she found her phone on the bedside table, turned on the flashlight, put on her slippers, went around to the other side, and stood in front of Fu Wenzhou.
She glanced down at the man, then couldn't help but gently stroke his cheek, her eyes filled with tender affection.
Then, she withdrew her hand, took a deep breath, and finally mustered the courage to lift the hem of Fu Wenzhou's clothes. The moment the light shone into his body, Song Qingyou felt as if her soul had been ripped out.
Her gaze froze for a moment, as if a string in her brain had snapped. Her fingers trembled violently, and she used all her strength to keep from crying out loud. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, leaving her eyes red and swollen.
She covered her lips and silently shed tears in the quiet night.
Song Qingyou didn't dare to unwrap the bandages covering her entire body. She curled up in a corner and sat quietly all night.
As dawn approached, she dragged her almost frozen body downstairs and happened to meet Yun Nian, who was wearing a cassock, at the top of the stairs.
When Song Qingyou first met Yun Nian, she guessed his identity from his attire: "Are you Master Yun Fang's disciple?"
Yun Nian was stunned when she saw the other person's face. She was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide open. "You are so beautiful."
Song Qingyou: "...Thank you."
Yun Nian realized what she had said as soon as she finished, and immediately explained in a flustered manner, "No... I didn't mean that. I really think you're very beautiful, I didn't mean to take liberties with you, I..."
“I know.” Song Qingyou looked at him and patiently asked again, “Are you Yun Nian?”
Yun Nian nodded vigorously: "Yes, I am Yun Nian. Sister, can I have your contact information?"
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and took out her phone: "WeChat?"
Yun Nian hurriedly waved her hand: "I don't have a cell phone. Just give me your cell phone number, and I'll call you when I earn enough money to buy one."
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then slightly raised her eyelids and recited a string of numbers.
Yun Nian has a good memory. She read the numbers aloud once and memorized them. She smiled innocently and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful. My master said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more vicious she is. But I feel that you are not like that at all. You look like a kind person."
Song Qingyou thanked him and asked directly, "Can I have Fu Wenzhou's medicine?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Yun Nian's eyes, and her mouth gaped open: "So you're the wife he talks about all the time!"
Song Qingyou nodded: "So, can I have it?"
Yun Nian took out a celadon bottle from her bosom: "Clean up the necrotic flesh on his body, then apply this medicine to his wounds, and then re-bandage them."
Song Qingyou took the bottle: "Thank you."
She turned and went upstairs.
Yun Nian followed her: "Don't you need me to examine you? Your illness looks quite serious."
Song Qingyou paused slightly and said calmly, "No rush."
She won't die from her illness anytime soon.
Although Yun Nian is young, she is already as tall as Song Qingyou. When she looks at her, she can see the other's indifferent and aloof eyes.
He pursed his lips, thinking that those eyes must look very nice when they smile.
That jerk Fu Wenzhou really got off easy.
Yun Nian followed behind Song Qingyou and muttered, "You're too thin. This condition will only worsen your heart condition. In ancient terms, your heart meridian is already severely damaged. If it weren't for those precious medicinal herbs keeping you alive, you would already be lying in the grave by this time tomorrow."
Song Qingyou remained expressionless. As a medical student herself, she naturally understood what Yun Nian was saying. Her body had been severely depleted these past few days, and she had only two heart-protecting pills left from the one her teacher had given her.
Without the heart-protecting pills, she would have collapsed long ago.
Her voice was very soft: "Didn't Fu Wenzhou invite you here?"
Although the other person looked very young, like a teenager, Song Qingyou did not judge a book by its cover. She believed that the doctor Fu Wenzhou had risked his life for must have excellent medical skills.
Yun Nian whispered, "It's hard to say."
Upon reaching the door, Song Qingyou stopped, seemingly ignoring his unspeakable words: "I'm going in."
Yun Nian tactfully took a step back: "I came along to tell you not to be angry with him. During those days in the Misty Forest, he survived because of his belief in loving you."
[My darlings, I had some things to do today, so the update is a bit late. There's another chapter that probably won't be out until 1 or 2 AM. Don't wait up, go to sleep early, and read it tomorrow. I've been updating late these past two days, so I'll post an extra chapter tomorrow as compensation. Love you all!]
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