Lin Wanjun thought she would be smashed to pieces with her brains splattered everywhere.
But just as they were about to land, something held their bodies back, slowing down the impact of their fall.
At a height of two meters from the ground, they seemed to be caught in an invisible net and suddenly stopped in mid-air. A few seconds later, both of them fell to the ground.
Song Zhanjin used all his strength to hold Lin Wanjun in his arms, acting as a protective cushion.
He fell on his back, hitting the uneven stone hard, making a dull and painful sound.
But even though he was in extreme pain, he never let go of Lin Wanjun and kept holding her like that, like a treasure.
It was pitch black all around.
Lin Wanjun felt dizzy for a short time.
Song Zhanjin's painful groan woke her up instantly. She turned over and sat up in a hurry. Lin Wanjun caressed Song Zhanjin's body in the dark.
"Hey, how are you? Are you still alive?"
After a moment of silence, Song Zhanjin suddenly hissed and grabbed Lin Wanjun's wandering hand.
"You... stop touching me!"
Lin Wanjun was stunned for a moment, and even pinched her fingers subconsciously, then quickly pulled them back and said "sorry".
Really, she really had no ill intentions.
I just wanted to check his injuries, but somehow I touched a place I shouldn't have touched.
But...what if I touched it?
In the past, they hugged each other without any shame. What hadn't they touched? What hadn't they kissed?
She took out a flashlight from the space, and as the light from the CD player dispelled the darkness, Lin Wanjun saw that the stone under Song Zhanjin was wet.
She reached out and touched it, and it was covered in blood.
Although Song Zhanjin endured it, he could not hide the fact that he was injured.
Lin Wanjun looked around at the terrain and found a relatively flat and sheltered place to rest.
She took out a quilt from the space and spread it on the ground, then lit a few candles and turned back to Song Zhanjin.
"Hey, wake up!"
Seeing Song Zhanjin's eyes closed and his face pale, Lin Wanjun felt a little panicked.
She used a slightly heavier hand and slapped Song Zhanjin twice in the face, waking him up in a simple and rough way.
Song Zhanjin slowly opened his eyes.
"I'm just a little tired and want to sleep, I'm not dead. You woman... why do you slap someone just because you disagree with me?"
She slapped him, slapped Dong Yingying, and anyone who offended her seemed to have been slapped by her.
This woman really won't tolerate any loss!
Lin Wanjun breathed a sigh of relief.
He still had the energy to argue with her, so it seemed the situation wasn't too bad.
"I am the butcher and you are the meat. Now you are in my hands. I can slap you and kick you as I please. If you are not convinced, then stand up on your own!"
Lin Wanjun sneered, and as expected, kicked Song Zhanjin on the leg.
Song Zhanjin groaned in pain.
He struggled a few times but couldn't move. He could only lie straight on the ground like a fish to be slaughtered.
Lin Wanjun snorted.
She leaned over, grabbed Song Zhanjin's uninjured left arm, and carried him on her back with all her strength.
This guy is really heavy!
The moment she stood up, Lin Wanjun was unable to support Song Zhanjin's weight, her body leaned forward, and both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
Song Zhanjin watched Lin Wanjun kneeling on the uneven stone, her palms and knees being scratched and bleeding.
But he didn't even have the strength to stand up and help her.
Lin Wanjun cursed.
"Damn it! I don't believe I can't carry you anymore!"
She grabbed Song Zhanjin's arm again, gritted her teeth and carried him on her back again.
This time, with her experience, she did not fall again. She carried Song Zhanjin step by step to the resting place arranged in advance.
This was the first time Song Zhanjin was betrayed by a woman, and it was the woman he hated the most.
He could feel Lin Wanjun's difficult and staggering steps, and even felt that her whole body was trembling, and even her breathing became rapid and heavy.
Thinking back to the moment he fell, Lin Wanjun rushed to save him without hesitation, even falling off the cliff with him, Song Zhanjin felt indescribable discomfort and pain.
During the period when his memory was confused, people occasionally mentioned his past with Lin Wanjun.
Wang Chuang even punched him in the face and cursed him as Chen Shimei.
"When you loved Xiaolin, you fawned over her like a lapdog. Now that you don't love her anymore, you mistreat and bully her like this? Song Zhanjin, you've truly lost all your dignity as a man!"
Obviously, he once loved Lin Wanjun deeply, but strangely, he couldn't remember it at all.
It was as if someone had killed all the beautiful and sweet memories he had with Lin Wanjun, leaving behind only dregs and pain.
"Why? Why did you save me?"
Song Zhanjin hissed.
He watched Lin Wanjun busy treating him despite her injuries, and unknowingly, his eyes became a little warm.
Lin Wanjun raised her eyelids and glanced at Song Zhanjin, curling her lips and sneering. The next second, she suddenly exerted force, and Song Zhanjin's expression was distorted with pain.
"You're talking so much, it's really too noisy!"
After the lesson just now, Song Zhanjin dared not say a word anymore.
I don’t know what medicine Lin Wanjun gave him, but his body seemed to be less painful.
He relaxed completely and was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.
"You go to sleep, I'll be watching over you!"
Lin Wanjun raised her hand to cover Song Zhanjin's eyelids, blocking out the last bit of light.
Her palms were warm and soft, as if carrying an irresistible magic, and soon, Song Zhanjin fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Wanjun lowered her head and looked at Song Zhanjin's calm and peaceful sleeping face in the dim candlelight, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.
I couldn't help but raise my hand and trace the contours of his face with my fingers, finally, landing on his chapped lips.
Hate?
It seemed that he hated her because he had betrayed her sincerity and hurt her deeply with the most hurtful words and means.
However, this was not his intention.
He is just a puppet controlled by the original author. His life, his joys and sorrows are all controlled by the original author.
Can he break free from the shackles of fate?
The candle made a slight popping sound, and Lin Wanjun also felt a little sleepy.
She knew that the people up there would definitely find a way to come down and rescue them; it was just a matter of time.
Now, all she had to do was wait and make sure they were all alive until reinforcements arrived.
So Lin Wanjun walked into the space to get some warm items.
"Junjun, are you all right?"
As soon as he entered the space, Song Xiu came up to him with a look of anxiety and worry on his face.
Lin Wanjun was a little surprised.
How did the old man know what was happening outside? She didn't give him permission to see outside!
"Just now, the space suddenly changed!"
Song Xiu said, "Thunder roared and strong winds raged in the space. Look at those plants, they seem to have gone crazy, growing long vines!"
Following Song Xiu's hand, he saw that those immortal plants that looked like fake green plants had grown branches that penetrated directly into the void.
Lin Wanjun's hands were still stained with her and Song Zhanjin's blood. She casually touched a rose and her blood accidentally stained the rose thorns.
The rose tree, which had been bare of flowers before, began to produce buds at a speed visible to the naked eye. They slowly blossomed, and within a few minutes, the blossoms were in full bloom, creating a scene that looked like a fairyland...
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