Ning Yin sensed Xiao Xuan's unusual behavior and quickly asked him what was wrong.
"I'm fine, I'm fine..."
The bandits behind them continued to pursue relentlessly. Shen Yun could vaguely see that Xiao Xuan had been wounded by an arrow, and he felt a pang of worry for Ning Yin.
Right now, he didn't want anything to happen to Xiao Xuan. If Xiao Xuan died, what would happen to his Ning Yin?
Thinking it over, Shen Yun sped up again.
The night was too dark, and Zhui Feng couldn't see the road ahead. He was running too fast, and suddenly crashed into a huge rock.
With a loud bang, Chasing Wind roared violently and then collapsed to the ground, causing the two people on its back to fall to the ground at the same time.
Xiao Xuan held Ning Yin tightly, and the two rolled around on the ground several times before finally rolling to the edge of a cliff.
Shen Yun, seeing the two about to fall off the cliff by the light of the bandits' fire from a short distance away, ran over to them as if his life depended on it.
"Jingyuan, let go of me, or neither of us will survive."
At this moment, Xiao Xuan grabbed the vine with one hand and held Ning Yin tightly with the other. He was wounded by an arrow, and the wound was being pulled like this, causing blood to seep out continuously.
The veins on the man's forehead bulged, and sweat slid down his cheeks. Even if he died today, he would never abandon Ning Yin.
"Ah Ning, don't say such foolish things. I, Xiao Xuan, would rather die than let you go!"
Xiao Xuan gritted his teeth and persevered, but eventually, due to exhaustion, his grip on the vines gradually weakened. By the time Shen Yun arrived, Xiao Xuan had reached his limit.
Shen Yun reached out his hand, but it was too late. Watching the two disappear into the bottomless cliff in an instant, his legs went weak and his heart suddenly clenched with pain.
"Ayin!" Shen Yun shouted in anguish. The bandits, hearing the sound and confirming the direction, quickly rushed over.
"Don't let them get away!"
"You killed my Ayin, I will make you pay with your lives!"
After Shen Yun finished speaking his threats, a large group of people rushed towards him.
With so many people, even if I were the strongest, I couldn't possibly fight them off.
"Fine, I'll just focus on surviving first," Shen Yun thought resolutely, and jumped off the precipice.
Just as Shen Yun fell, he saw Ning Yin and Xiao Xuan hanging on an old pine tree.
The old pine tree was quite old. Xiao Xuan held onto it tightly, and the two of them were able to be rescued.
Shen Yun's eyes widened slightly, and he also made a move to grab the old pine tree.
However, due to his excessive speed and the slight deviation in his landing position, he only managed to touch the hem of Xiao Xuan's clothes.
With a violent scream, Shen Yun plummeted into the bottomless abyss.
Not long after Shen Yun landed, Xiao Xuan also felt exhausted. It took him a lot of effort to lift Ning Yin up and sit her on a tree branch.
Immediately, he himself struggled to climb up and sat down next to Ning Yin.
His violent movement tore open the wound once more, and the stench of blood immediately filled the air.
"Jingyuan, you're injured!"
Ning Yin reached out and touched the man's back; an arrow, about the thickness of a thumb, was lodged near Xiao Xuan's left shoulder blade.
Blood stained her hand, and Ning Yin's heart clenched. Her nose stung, and she asked in a tearful voice, "Jingyuan, you're bleeding so much."
"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor injury, you won't die. Aning, this place is all cliffs, so you have to hold on tight and don't let go."
Xiao Xuan raised his hand to wipe away Ning Yin's tears. Under the moonlight, the man's pale face was faintly visible. He was only holding on with the will to protect Ning Yin.
Inside the canyon at night, a chilling wind blew. Ning Yin touched Xiao Xuan's icy hand. If this dragged on any longer, Xiao Xuan might not make it through the night.
Ning Yin reached out and touched Xiao Xuan's back again. His blood had congealed somewhat, but due to excessive blood loss, the man's consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.
"Jingyuan, you can't sleep, you absolutely mustn't sleep. You promised to protect me for the rest of your life, you can't break your promise."
Ning Yin hugged Xiao Xuan tightly with one hand, letting him lean against her chest for warmth.
The woman sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks and falling onto Xiao Xuan's face.
"Ah Ning, don't cry. You, your husband, won't die so easily..."
"If you die, I will go with you, so Jingyuan, you must hold on!"
Ning Yin hugged him even tighter, and to prevent herself from falling asleep at night, she kept singing to Xiao Xuan.
As Xiao Xuan listened, his childhood memories suddenly became clearer and clearer.
He felt as if he were having a dream, in which a little girl's words under the persimmon tree at Huguo Temple gave him renewed hope to live.
It seems that the little girl was singing this song back then.
Half-asleep, Xiao Xuan suddenly opened his eyes. "A-Ning, did you visit Huguo Temple ten years ago?"
Ten years ago, she naturally visited Huguo Temple, when her grandmother was still in good health.
Ning Yin didn't know why Xiao Xuan suddenly asked such a question, but she still answered the man's question in time.
"Jingyuan, I did visit Huguo Temple ten years ago..."
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to see Ning Yin more clearly.
"Then, do you know the persimmon tree in the backyard of Huguo Temple?"
"I know, I often go there to play. When the fruit is ripe, I pick the fruit there. Jingyuan, why did you suddenly think of this?"
“Ah Ning, did you see a boy under the tree trying to swing his belt up to the treetop? Because he was short, he couldn’t swing it up no matter what he did.”
Upon hearing Xiao Xuan's words, Ning Yin's eyes widened instantly.
How could Xiao Xuan know about this? Could it be that Xiao Xuan is the little boy who tried to commit suicide that day?
"Jingyuan, you wouldn't happen to be the little boy from that day, would you?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan was overjoyed and quickly replied, "Yes, it's me, A Ning. It turns out our fate was sealed back then."
Xiao Xuan never dreamed that being attacked today would unexpectedly lead him to learn some earth-shattering news.
He had dreamed of Ningyin countless times before, but due to a serious illness in his childhood, he had forgotten a lot of things.
He even wondered whether the little girl was a real person or just existed in his dream.
After he met Ningyin, he had this dream more and more frequently.
Later, he even saw Ning Yin's face appear on the little girl's body in his dream. Xiao Xuan thought that he was having these strange dreams because he loved Ning Yin too much, so he didn't think much of it.
However, the song Ningyin just sang was clearly sung by the little girl in my dream.
How could Ning Yin possibly know?
It turned out that Aning was that little girl. If it weren't for her, he probably would have hanged himself under the tree that day.
Thinking of this, Xiao Xuan's heart was pounding wildly, and he couldn't feel any pain in his body.
He was incredibly grateful to God for allowing him to not miss Ning Yin.
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