Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

When Jin Wuchen woke up, it was already dawn the next day. Chu Luo was holding his hand and sleeping soundly beside him.

Waking up to find the person he loved sleeping peacefully beside him, Jin Wuchen's heart softened beyond measure, and he gently smoothed Chu Luo's hair.

He carefully covered her with clothes again, and moved closer to Chu Luo.

When he covered Chu Luo with a blanket, he noticed that the swelling in his fingers had subsided somewhat and was gradually returning to its previous state. He reached out to take his own pulse.

The poison of the Song of Thorns has lessened somewhat, though it has weakened from the surface inwards.

As the toxins decreased, internal energy also accumulated on its own.

He raised his eyebrows helplessly. Apart from the scars, his body's ability to heal itself so quickly was exactly what his mother wanted.

He transferred his internal energy into Chu Luo's body to keep her warm.

As Chu Luo slept, she suddenly felt a warmth spread through her body, which felt very comfortable.

Jin Wuchen looked at the sleeping Chu Luo, his eyes filled with many emotions. The poison of the Thorn Song was now weakening from the surface to the inside, which was not a good thing for him at the moment.

If this continues, the poison on his body will weaken day by day, and he will no longer be able to hide his true appearance from Chu Luo.

Originally, his face, which she said was beautiful and that she wanted to elope with, was nowhere near as important to her as Jingyuan's ugly face.

Knowing who he is, she will hate him for deceiving her and doubt his motives.

She is now very caring towards him and also knows a bit about pharmacology. With her intelligence, if she keeps tinkering with him, she'll probably soon see his face, the one she wants to run away from.

Jin Wuchen sighed softly. It seemed that his mother's words about good looks being a necessity for a man to win a girl's favor were not entirely true. His A'Luo didn't seem to like his previous appearance very much.

He had other things to do, and it wasn't realistic for him to stay by her side as Jingyuan.

Chu Luo's plan for him to stay with her for longer has fallen through, and now he'll probably have to leave ahead of schedule.

Thinking of this, Jin Wuchen got up and walked to the stone he had brought back. He took the stone aside and began to polish it. Even though he knew that Chu Luo was deaf, he still did not make much noise.

Chu Luo was awakened by the faint sound and saw that it was Jing Yuan grinding stones. She felt even more at ease and naturally fell back asleep.

She had a dream unlike any she had ever had before. She dreamt that she and Jingyuan had settled down in this place, and the two of them simply bowed to heaven and earth, living a harmonious and happy life, with the man farming and the woman weaving.

Such happiness seemed so natural; she was still smiling before being awakened by the bright sunshine.

She didn't realize it was a dream until she woke up. She sat up and stared at Jingyuan's busy back for a long time without coming back to her senses.

This dream...

Chu Luo got up to wash up. Jin Wuchen heard the noise, put down what he was doing, and went to the fire. Steam was rising from the small clay pot next to the fire. He picked up a bowl, filled it with water, and waited for Chu Luo to come over and hand it to her.

Chu Luo looked at the meat and yam porridge in the bowl, which had obviously been simmering for a long time. "Brother Jingyuan, have you eaten?"

Jin Wuchen nodded, and couldn't help but smile as he watched her eat with gusto.

Here, Jingyuan took good care of her safety and food. It was as if she hadn't done anything for him. Even in her dreams, he did most of the work, and she almost reaped all the benefits without lifting a finger.

Chu Luo felt embarrassed when she thought of this.

"Brother Jingyuan, what were you doing just now?" Chu Luo broke the awkward silence.

Jin Wuchen took out a beautifully carved comb and a small, thinly polished stone mirror with simple carvings.

Chu Luo was amazed. If Brother Jingyuan's craftsmanship were to be found elsewhere, it would be priceless. With such scarce materials and limited tools, he was still able to make something so exquisite and practical.

"Do you like it?" Jin Wuchen asked, writing in her palm.

Chu Luo nodded, not immediately thinking of telling him that she could hear her. She was already used to the way she wrote in her palm, and she didn't really want to change it.

Chu Luo looked at herself in the mirror. She had also looked at herself using water as a mirror before. Her face was injured, and her blood and qi were not in good condition due to the serious injury.

But I'm much better now than when I first woke up, and the scars on my face are slowly healing.

She raised her hand to comb the hair on the top of her head, but her hand couldn't reach the top. Every time she tried to lift it, it pulled at her wound. The reason Jingyuan massaged her earlier was because she couldn't use her strength due to the injury on her arm.

Before, she didn't think much of it because she didn't look in the mirror, but now that she has one, she can no longer tolerate her hair being so messy.

"I'll comb your hair," Jin Wuchen wrote in her palm.

Jingyuan combed her hair? Chu Luo was unsure whether to agree or refuse. Combing hair is an intimate gesture between a man and a woman. Was it appropriate for such an intimate gesture to happen between them?

Jin Wuchen looked at her, waiting for her to say something, and Chu Luo nodded involuntarily.

Jin Wuchen took the comb and began to comb her hair gently and meticulously, making it look beautiful.

Chu Luo looked at Jing Yuan in the mirror, who was gently and attentively combing her hair from behind. She felt a little embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed.

When Jin Wuchen turned to look at her neatly combed hair, he noticed that Chu Luo's cheeks were red. He thought she had caught a cold, and just as he had when Chu Luo was unconscious, he naturally reached out and touched Chu Luo's forehead.

Chu Luo looked up at him intently, and Jin Wuchen felt as if something had pierced his hand. The two stared at each other silently, the silence unusual, with only the sound of their heartbeats.

Neither of them was out of breath, and their breathing gradually became labored.

Jin Wuchen was suppressing the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her, letting his heart race and his ears turn red.

His intense gaze made Chu Luo's neck go numb. She was at a loss and afraid of what she might do, so she lowered her head, breaking the atmosphere between them.

Jin Wuchen naturally realized why Chu Luo was blushing at this moment.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to say anything more.

Chu Luo noticed that the wooden hairpin on Jing Yuan's head was damaged. She picked up the stone dagger and took a piece of the dried green sandalwood from Jing Yuan's head.

She started peeling the food, while Jin Wuchen went back to prepare the things they needed to get ready for their departure.

Chu Luo learned carving techniques from Jin Wuchen to pass the time; she couldn't do anything too complicated, but she could handle ordinary things without a problem.

She quickly created a prototype, and then spent two days finishing the hairpin.

Jin Wuchen was almost ready, and seeing that the swelling on his body had subsided a bit, he deliberately let more of his hair down to cover his face.

Chu Luo walked up to him, holding the hairpin in both hands, and said, "Brother Jingyuan, I saw your hairpin was broken, so I made you a new one."

Jin Wuchen looked at the simple yet elegant hairpin in her palm, and then noticed the fine cuts on her fingers.

These past two days, what has kept her busy has to be this hairpin, and Jin Wuchen was deeply moved.

He took her hand, a smile playing on his lips, and earnestly wrote on her palm, stroke by stroke, "A very beautiful hairpin, I like it very much."

He tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped the hairpin carefully, and put it in his pocket.

Seeing how much he cherished it, Chu Luo could tell that he really liked the hairpin.

"Take off the broken hairpin and I'll make you another one later," Chu Luo said.

Jin Wuchen touched the hairpin he had deliberately broken in his hair, shook his head, and took some herbs to wipe the wound on Chu Luo's finger.

He continued, "With my finger injured like this, even if I really like it, I won't ask you to make a second one by hand."

His low, hoarse voice uttered these words, like sand rubbing against Chu Luo's heart.

Chu Luo was glad she hadn't said she could hear him, otherwise she wouldn't have heard what he said.