Mu Yi'an felt like crying again. The fragments in her mind showed that the person in front of her was this body's husband. Did this mean that the two of them would have to live together forever, bound together by fate, in this unknown dynasty, leading a primitive life?
"Really? I didn't know you knew about herbs."
"I……"
Mu Yi'an didn't want to talk anymore; her throat hurt. She stood up and looked around nearby. She actually found some anti-inflammatory herbs and picked a handful.
"Come and help me tear these herbs into pieces, squeeze out the juice, and apply it to the broken skin."
"Okay, I can do this."
Following instructions, Jiang Shuyun treated Mu Yi'an's wounds and tore off a clean piece of cloth to bandage it.
After finishing all that, he was covered in sweat, unsure whether it was from nervousness or the heat.
After crying his fill, Mu Yi'an thought about his house, car, bank cards, and an accident insurance policy. In the event of an elevator accident, he would receive compensation. These things would allow his parents to live a peaceful old age.
They don't have pensions, and her younger brother's salary isn't high either. Fortunately, he and his wife are both filial and can take good care of their parents.
This time, her mother didn't need to kick her out of the house; she could never go back. Thinking about it, tears welled up again. Was this a way to make up for everything at once? Because she had never liked to cry since she was little; even when she was in pain or felt wronged, she would swallow her tears and never let anyone see them.
"Let's calm down and think about what to do next?"
"What to do next? What else can we do? Live in someone else's body and live someone else's life!"
Mu Yi'an thought pessimistically that maybe one day another accident would happen and she would die completely.
Now, she can feel that she is still alive, and she cannot bring herself to end her life. She has lived to her thirties, and no matter how hard or tiring life has been, she has never thought of giving up on life, and she feels that she would never commit suicide no matter what.
"Let's go over the fragments in our minds and sort out our past. Since we have to keep living, we can't give ourselves away, otherwise, it won't be easy to survive."
"Yes, I need to check it out. My head is a mess, I need to sort it out."
The two of them sat back down on the grass and began to sort through the memories of others' lives.
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