In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Li Zimo was extremely anxious and immediately took out the jade slip for transmitting sound and tried to get in touch with Zhao Yanran.

However, no matter how he called, there was no response from the other end of the sound transmission jade slip.

He understood that the sound transmission jade slip had strict distance limitations and could only communicate effectively within a certain area, which made him even more worried about Zhao Yanran's safety.

"Yanran, where are you? Can you hear me?"

Li Zimo tried again, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

But the only response he got was still silence.

In desperation, Li Zimo decided to follow the route Zhao Yanran might have escaped.

He remembered that during the previous battle, Zhao Yanran seemed to flee in that direction, and hoped to find her there.

After a difficult search, just when Li Zimo was about to give up hope, Zhao Yanran's weak and intermittent voice suddenly came from the sound transmission jade slip:

"Zimo... I'm here... Come quickly..."

Although the voice was weak, it was like the sound of nature, which rekindled hope in Li Zimo's heart.

He immediately quickened his pace according to Zhao Yanran's instructions.

We walked through the dense forest, crossed the stream, and finally arrived at a hidden waterfall.

The waterfall was majestic and its sound was like thunder, but Li Zimo did not hesitate for a moment. He went around the back of the waterfall and found a hidden cave.

As he walked into the cave, a chill hit him in the face, but what made Li Zimo even more worried was that he saw Zhao Yanran leaning weakly against the cave wall, her face as pale as paper, and the clothes on her chest were stained red with blood, which looked particularly glaring.

"Yanran!"

Li Zimo rushed forward and gently helped Zhao Yanran up.

"How are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Zhao Yanran forced a smile and comforted:

"Don't worry, I'm fine... just a minor injury."

But her voice was obviously weak, which made Li Zimo feel even more distressed.

You've been stabbed in the chest several times, and you still say you're okay?

He immediately took out the healing pill from his storage bag and carefully fed it to Zhao Yanran.

After confirming that the surrounding environment was safe, Li Zimo decided to treat her wounds.

He knows that timely treatment is crucial for the injured.

So, he tried to make his movements gentle and quick to avoid causing unnecessary pain to Zhao Yanran.

He first gently untied the belt around Zhao Yanran's waist, then carefully lifted her clothes to both sides, trying not to touch her wound.

As the clothes moved, the wound on Zhao Yanran's chest, which was wrapped with gauze, gradually became visible. The hideous wound was particularly glaring in the dim cave.

Zhao Yanran felt Li Zimo's movements, and a trace of subtle shyness and strangeness flashed across her pale face, but she also knew that Li Zimo was healing her.

Li Zimo did not hesitate. He gently removed the gauze wrapped around Zhao Yanran's chest, revealing the wounds that were so deep that the bones could be seen.

Looking at these wounds, his heart was filled with pity and anger.

But he knew that now was not the time to vent his emotions, he needed to treat Zhao Yanran as soon as possible.

So he gently placed Zhao Yanran on the ground, knelt on his knees, and pressed his hands on the wound on her chest.

He took a deep breath, gathered the spiritual power in his body, and prepared to perform the healing spell.

As spiritual power surged, a warm and gentle force emanated from his palm and slowly penetrated into Zhao Yanran's wound.

Time seemed to slow down and grow heavy at this moment. Li Zimo was concentrating on performing the healing technique, his face filled with concentration and determination.

As time passed, flesh and blood slowly grew, and the wound on Zhao Yanran's chest gradually healed until it completely disappeared. Her pale face also regained its color and became redder and redder.

Li Zimo watched as the wound on Zhao Yanran's chest healed completely, her skin tone returned to its natural state, and even gained a healthy rosiness, his heart filled with relief and joy.

He gently stretched out his hand, feeling the long-lost touch with soft and cautious movements, his heart filled with emotion about the tenacity and beauty of life.

After this dangerous journey, they were all safe and sound, and this luck made him cherish the present time even more.

He noticed Zhao Yanran's cheeks flushed with shyness, and an indescribable tenderness surged in his heart.

So, he gently picked her up, let her snuggle against his chest, and gently wrapped his arms around her, giving her the warmest comfort and protection.

At this warm moment, a silent melody seemed to flow between the two of them. Zhao Yanran couldn't help but hum a soft song, which was a natural expression of her inner emotions.

Li Zimo was moved by this deep affection. He slowly lowered his head and sealed her lips with a gentle kiss. Their emotions intertwined and sublimated at this moment, and they were immersed in this hard-earned happiness together.

I do not know how long it has been.

In that deep and mysterious cave, the light from the lighting stone is faint but warm, as if it is a guiding light specially lit by nature for this pair of lovers who have gone through many hardships.

The walls were rough and cold, but with the warmth of their bodies embracing each other, the entire space seemed to be filled with an indescribable warmth and tranquility.

Li Zimo gently stroked Zhao Yanran's soft long hair, his fingertips conveying endless tenderness and cherishment.

"Yanran, do you know?"

"Whenever I think back to the first time I saw you in Silvermoon Town, my heart is filled with amazement."

"You are so heroic, cool and beautiful, exuding an unapproachable charm that deeply attracts me."

“I never thought that we would end up together.

Zhao Yanran snuggled up to Li Zimo's chest, feeling the long-lost peace and warmth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Zimo, me too."

"I don't know when it started, but your bravery, your tenacity, and your selflessness have been engraved in my heart."

"When you decided to risk your life to stay and drag out the man in black in order to protect all of us, that courage made me fall hopelessly in love with you."

"I was worried about you all the time while I was on the run."

They began to recall those thrilling moments, from their initial encounter in the small town to their later fighting side by side.

And now I have survived the disaster in this cave.

Every detail is like engraved on my heart and cannot be erased.

"Remember that time when we were surrounded by the Nether Hidden Wolves and had almost no way to escape."

"It was you, with your extraordinary swordsmanship, who single-handedly killed the entire wolf pack and saved the team."

"At that moment, I seemed to see my Prince Charming, who pulled me out of the abyss of despair."

Zhao Yanran spoke affectionately, her eyes sparkling with admiration and love.

Li Zimo smiled slightly, and that smile contained both joy and pride.

"Actually, I was scared too. But when I saw you guys lying there, badly injured and in such a miserable state, I was inexplicably filled with anger."

"This anger sustained me and prevented me from collapsing. In the end, I successfully killed the Nether Wolf King and saved you."

They continued chatting, and the topic turned from the hardships of the past to their aspirations and plans for the future.

In this quiet cave, time seemed to slow down and stretch out, giving them enough time to listen to each other's thoughts and feel each other's presence.

Under the candlelight in the cave, the two figures were tightly attached to each other, as if they had become an inseparable whole.