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Song Yan came to her senses and gently closed the door.

As soon as those images flashed through his mind, he became a little dazed. When he walked down the stairs, he accidentally slipped, leaned forward and fell to the ground.

"Help, help..."

Shu Changyu had just walked down the stairs when he heard the voice and turned around, only to see him falling towards him with his hands flapping.

His eyelids jumped, and before he could react, the other person fell heavily on him.

The incident happened suddenly and Shu Changyu was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by the huge impact force.

The moment he fell, he couldn't help but groan.

Feeling the heavy pressure on him, his tone was as cold as ice: "Get up!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Yan quickly climbed up from him and reached out to pull him, "Are you hurt?"

Shu Changyu's delicate facial features were slightly wrinkled, his brows were tightly knitted, his eyes were like cold pools, and his lips were slightly pursed.

He coldly shook off Song Yan's hand and stood up by supporting himself on the ground.

The ground was covered with damp moss, and the soil was particularly sticky due to its moisture. The two men fell to the ground, and their bodies were inevitably covered with mud.

Shu Changyu was wearing a white dress, which would be particularly conspicuous if it got stained.

Song Yan withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly, patted the mud off his body, and his eyes inadvertently swept across Shu Changyu's hanging hand.

I saw drops of bright red blood sliding down his wrist, falling on his clothes, slowly spreading, dyeing his originally white clothes into a shocking red.

"Your hand is injured!" Song Yan opened her eyes wide in surprise, then looked down at the place where they had just fallen and found a sharp stone on the ground.

Song Yan was extremely anxious. She wanted to go forward to check on his injuries, but she was afraid of angering him, so she didn't know what to do.

Shu Changyu had a cold face and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Song Yan was extremely anxious and filled with guilt. It was all his fault that he didn't look at the road when he walked, and he slipped and fell on the heroine, causing him to get hurt.

I fell off the cliff because I was not careful when walking. How come I forgot about it so soon?

He really wanted to knock himself on the head to remember this lesson.

But the most urgent thing now is Shu Changyu's injury. He hurriedly asked, "Did you bring medicine?"

As soon as he said this, he knew he had asked a stupid question. He didn't even bring a water bag, so how could he bring medicine?

There should be medicinal herbs on the mountain, and fortunately he also knew several hemostatic herbs.

Song Yan quickly said, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go find some hemostatic herbs and be back soon."

Shu Changyu's eyes flashed with an imperceptible annoyance: "No need."

It's just a minor injury, there's no need to apply medicine.

"I have to." Song Yan insisted, "Otherwise, what will I do if I get a scar?"

As a girl, it would be ugly for him to have scars on his arms.

"I'll be back soon." Song Yan said, and walked towards the pond they had just passed.

Shu Changyu stood there, looking at his leaving back. There was a dark and deep look in his eyes, but without the laziness of the past.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he finally returned to the pond and searched among the cracks in the rocks.

When I was browsing short video apps before, I saw videos introducing Chinese medicinal herbs.

He memorized several kinds of Chinese medicinal herbs at that time, one of which was a hemostatic herb called Tuixuecao, which grew in mountain streams.

He searched along the rocks, but still couldn't find the heart-shaped leaves mentioned in the video.

As time passed, Song Yan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Anxiety came like a tide, drowning his reason and calmness.

No, we won’t be able to find it this way.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to calm down.

I don’t know how much time has passed. Shu Changyu may have become impatient and he has to go back.

He was unwilling to give up, so he decided to look for it for a while longer, just for a while.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, I still found nothing.

He sighed in frustration, and walked back with heavy steps, his shoulders drooping weakly.

How could it not be found?

Returning to the pond, he inadvertently glanced at the weeds that had been trampled by Shu Changyu, and suddenly his eyes froze.

He walked quickly forward and looked carefully at the trampled weeds.

He picked up heart-shaped leaves in his trembling hands.

Damn, isn’t this the blood-removing grass?

What does it mean to "search high and low for something, yet find it without any effort."

Song Yan was mixed with sadness and joy, but now was not the time to get excited. He hurriedly washed the blood-removing grass, then picked up a stone and crushed the herb.

He washed a leaf, packed up the crushed herbs, and hurried to the cabin.

It only took him half a quarter of an hour to get back to the cabin.

However, the open space in front of the cabin was empty.

Where did Shu Changyu go?

Did he abandon me and leave?

The thought flashed through his mind and he immediately shook his head.

No, the heroine is not that kind of person.

He shouted loudly: "Shu Changyu——"

"Shu Changyu, where are you——"

After calling out several times without getting any response, Song Yan's heart sank.

Did Shu Changyu really leave? And left him here?

"Shu Changyu——"

"You're inside. Why are you screaming?" The door of the cabin was suddenly opened and Shu Changyu walked out.

Song Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and said excitedly: "Shu Changyu!"

Shu Changyu's fingers gently brushed across his lips and he yawned lazily: "You woke me up even when I was asleep."

Song Yan apologized honestly: "I'm sorry for waking you up."

Shu Changyu leaned against the door, the sunlight gently shining on his face, revealing a hint of fatigue: "I've been gone for so long, I'm getting sleepy waiting."

Song Yan hurriedly explained: "It took some time to find the blood-removing grass."

After saying that, he walked up the stairs carefully, afraid of falling again.

He walked up to Shu Changyu and said, "How is your injury? Can you roll up your sleeves so I can see it?"

Shu Changyu glanced at him, said nothing, then turned and walked into the wooden house.

Song Yan followed him into the house.

Shu Changyu sat on the wooden bed, reached out to pull up his sleeves, revealing the bloody wound on his arm.

The wound spanned almost half of the arm. It looked scary, but it was not deep and the bleeding had stopped.

"How about I help you apply the medicine?" Song Yan asked.

Shu Changyu hummed absentmindedly.

Song Yan put her face closer and wanted to clean the wound first, and found that the wound was quite clean and not stained with dust.

His hands were not as slender as those of an ordinary woman, but rather strong and powerful.

As he raised his arms, the lines of his muscles appeared beneath his skin, smooth and powerful.

Song Yan was very envious when he saw it, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the heroine in the novel could kill a cow with one punch, with such arms and muscles, even a man like himself would feel ashamed of himself.

When I looked around the wound, I noticed that his skin was very white, the healthy kind of white.

Song Yan's skin is also very white, but that's from her mother. In the original owner's memory, her mother was a beautiful and gentle woman.

The original owner's appearance was mostly like Song's mother, but Erlin and Erya looked like Song's father.

Yaya also inherited her mother's appearance. After all, the novel also describes her as "her beauty is like pear blossoms in spring, her whiteness is tender and tender, and she is lovable."

Wait, that’s a bit off topic.

Song Yan quickly calmed down and continued to check the wound on Shu Changyu's arm.

A blood-red crack appeared on the jade-white arm, lying there quietly, which was particularly eye-catching.

It hurt just looking at it, and Song Yan couldn't help but feel sore in her eyes.

He pouted subconsciously and blew gently towards the wound.

Shu Changyu only felt a cool breeze blowing across his arm, as if his heart was lightly tickled by a feather, and his pupils suddenly shrank.