I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"There's no such thing as not loving, don't overthink it." Jieyuhua pressed her lips to his face and gently kissed away the tear.

Salty, with a slightly bitter taste...

This is the second time that Jieyuhua has said she doesn't love him.

"Young Master, are you ready? The blind man has already disinfected it!" Black Bear didn't see their conversation and gestured with the steel pillar.

"Mm." Ling Xiao nodded. He had originally intended to put it there himself, but it didn't seem quite convenient...

"To ensure the wound doesn't get infected in the short term, Mr. Hua, Fatty, you two need to help disinfect it. The outdoors isn't sterile, and the young master's body is easily infected." Black Bear rarely showed a serious expression.

When the steel pillar of the Emei thorn was reinserted into Ling Xiao's body, all three of them were on edge, especially Hei Xiazi. This operation relied entirely on feel, and if the wound was not located, it would cause secondary damage.

Fortunately, the Emei dagger pierced through smoothly, and Jieyuhua and Fatty slowly turned Lingxiao to the side.

"Ling..." The fat man glanced at Ling Xiao, who had his eyes closed, and wanted to speak up to remind him, but he didn't know whether he should or not.

Hei Xiazi interrupted him, took out a tinderbox, and tossed one to Jieyuhua.

Jieyuhua shook her head at him.

"Master Hua has already stabbed people, why are you still hesitating when it comes to saving them?" Hei Xiazi uttered his first complete sentence in two hours.

"It's alright, I have the best scar cream, it won't leave any trace." Ling Xiao didn't open his eyes, but he guessed that Xie Yuhua couldn't bring herself to burn herself with a tinderbox.

"I'm sorry." Xie Yuhua's voice was so soft it seemed to dissipate in the wind.

Ling Xiao heard it, but he couldn't respond.

The aroma of barbecue wafted around, and Zhuangzhuang, who had been covering his eyes, sniffed it and said, "Zhuangzhuang is hungry."

"Why didn't you invite us when you ate something delicious, brother?"

"Be a good boy, Zhuangzhuang. Brother Chengyu will coax you to sleep, okay?" Chengyu coaxed Zhuangzhuang.

"Ling Xiao." Xie Yuhua wiped Ling Xiao's forehead and slowly helped him sit up.

Ling Xiao leaned weakly against him, thanked the fat man and the blind man, and finally, in Xie Yuhua's arms, said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Thank you, husband."

"What did you call me?" Xie Yuhua's face flushed red instantly, and she stammered.

"Say it again, okay?" Unable to hide his heart palpitations, Xie Yuhua was a little impatient. At this moment, hearing such words, his heart was like it was on a roller coaster, all sorts of chaotic, colorful, and chattering thoughts.

It was truly indescribable; guilt, shyness, excitement, sadness—a myriad of emotions mingled together. He wanted to hear Ling Xiao call his name again, just one more time. Perhaps that would mean the child had forgiven him, and perhaps the other feelings wouldn't be so strong, and he wouldn't feel so bad.

But Ling Xiao never mentioned that title again, as if it was all just a misconception by Jieyuhua...

"I'm sorry for taking up everyone's time, but I'm so tired and want to sleep." Ling Xiao was in Xie Yuhua's arms, breathing weakly, and his eyelids were slowly drooping.

“It won’t take long. Wu Xie’s third uncle won’t get lost. I’ll carry you on my back, and you can lie on my back and sleep for a while.” After saying that, Xie Yuhua turned around and faced away from Ling Xiao, gesturing for him to come up.

Ling Xiao lay on Xie Yuhua's back, inhaling her familiar scent, and gradually fell asleep.