Both worlds are like dreams

It quickly got dark and the temperature dropped rapidly.

The temperature of the spring water is no longer hot, and it has even become a little cold.

Mo Yunchen had no choice but to light a fire and carry Xue Huang out.

She showed no signs of waking up and didn't respond no matter how we called her.

Mo Yunchen covered her with clothes and then held her in front of the fire to keep her warm.

He reached out and pinched her face, which was so thin that it was only the size of a palm. "If you don't wake up, forget about getting the antidote for the Heart-Eating Gu."

Xue Huang still didn't react, but she seemed to feel the cold and curled herself up into a ball.

Mo Yunchen had no choice but to hug her tightly.

It was not until the next morning that Xue Huang groggily opened her eyes.

She endured the severe pain in her internal organs and moved a little, and found herself leaning against a stone, covered with Mo Yunchen's clothes. The fire was burning brightly, but Mo Yunchen was nowhere to be seen.

"You finally woke up." Mu Guang said with relief. "No matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up. I thought you were going to die here."

Xue Huang didn't even have the strength to speak, but she was glad that she was not dead.

Hearing footsteps, Xue Huang turned her head with difficulty and saw Mo Yunchen walking back with her Qingshuang sword in one hand and a skinned wolf leg in the other.

Seeing her wake up, he quickened his pace.

After putting the things down, he reached out and touched her forehead, and then felt her pulse. "You are seriously injured. This place can indeed help us heal our wounds, but without medication, it will be difficult for you to recover."

"They... will come to rescue us." Xue Huang said weakly.

"Maybe." Mo Yunchen put the wolf leg on the fire and roasted it, "But we can't just sit there and wait for death."

Xue Huang handed him another Thousand Machine Box and said, "Use this... to find a place that is closest to the ground..."

Mo Yunchen took it with his hand, "Qianji, it's as thin as a silk thread, but even a sword can't cut it. I've only heard of it in legends, and you actually have two of them."

"It's uncle..."

Mo Yunchen continued: "Did Rong Yu give it to you?"

Xue Huang nodded.

Mo Yunchen put away the Qianji Box and concentrated on roasting the wolf legs.

This was the only wolf leg with some meat on it that he found among the hungry wolves, and it was also their last ration before they left here.

After a while, the meat was cooked.

He wanted to feed Xue Huang a bite of food, but when he turned around he found that she had fallen asleep again.

"Wake up," he shook her, "eat something."

Xue Huang still didn't respond.

Mo Yunchen no longer hesitated. He shaved off the meat from the wolf's leg and ate a few bites to satisfy his hunger, then wrapped the rest and hung it around his waist.

Afterwards, he put clothes on Xue Huang, carried her on his back and continued walking upstream.

The road at the bottom of the valley was bumpy and covered with snow, making it very difficult to walk on.

They didn't get very far in the whole morning.

Xue Huang opened her eyes at noon, and lay on Mo Yunchen's back in silence for a long time before speaking, "You can take Qianji and leave by yourself, but if you take me with you, maybe we will both die here."

"There's nothing wrong with dying with you," Mo Yunchen said indifferently, "but I want you to live."

"Are you in love with me?" Xue Huang's voice was neither happy nor sad, as calm as the breeze and flowing water.

Mo Yunchen paused there, her words were like a bolt of lightning that dispelled the confusion lingering in his heart.

At this moment, he was not angry about his thoughts being exposed. What did it matter whether he loved her or not?

He only knew that she was destined to be his.

He cares about her and he is willing to protect her.