They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

He hurriedly rode away, and Wu Ziyan arrived later. He was alone, and the sky in the forest was dark. He had no choice but to shout at the top of his lungs, "Han Yuxiu! Han Yuxiu!"

The sound echoed in the forest. Wu Ziyan thought to herself, "Oh no, Wanqiu, could he have already... you know?!" Recalling that she had asked others before leaving, Han Yuxiu was gathering herbs near the cliff. With a glimmer of hope, she groped her way towards the cliff.

Sure enough, there were many messy, fresh footprints and bloodstains nearby. Wu Ziyan became even more anxious: "Han Yuxiu! Han Yuxiu! Don't you dare die!" This was genuine concern, after all, his life was tied to hers!

After a while, Wu Ziyan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the white mist-shrouded precipice. She called out, but there was no response. She stared blankly for a while, various images of Han Yuxiu flashing through her mind. Finally, she listened carefully to the sound and heard a faint "Wu Ziyan!"

It was a very small sound, but someone was definitely calling her. She called out twice more, "Han Yuxiu? Is that you?"

"I was hanging from the pine tree below, but my leg must be broken!"

Han Yuxiu answered Wu Ziyan despite the pain. By sheer coincidence, a cliff pine tree was growing where he had slipped, and it caught him.

However, Wu Ziyan didn't bring any ropes or anything like that, only swords for self-defense. But if she went back to call for help now, it would probably be too late, and Han Yuxiu certainly wouldn't be able to hold on for long in his current state.

Wu Ziyan looked around. Some of the big trees had vines wrapped around them, but these vines were not enough to support the weight of the two of them. He tugged at his clothes. If the two types of fibers were torn apart and intertwined, it should be enough.

While tearing at his outer clothes and cutting vines, he shouted, "Han Yuxiu, hang in there!"

"He won't die yet."

Wu Ziyan felt slightly relieved that he still had the energy to say such things.

The rope was finally wrapped up, and she tied a knot around herself and secured one end to the tree. Luckily, she had some prior knowledge of rock climbing, otherwise she would have been completely lost.

She slowly lowered the rope down, and after several meters, she could vaguely see Han Yuxiu hanging on the pine tree. His face was pale with pain, but he was still holding onto something in his hand.

Their eyes met. Wu Ziyan was practically only wearing a short shirt and shorts. To Han Yuxiu, this was shameless and barely clothed. Then, looking at the rope, he understood. Wu Ziyan said, "Give me your hand slowly."

"Put these herbs away safely." He cared more about the life-saving herbs than about himself.

What he was clutching tightly was the herb that had saved the child. Fearing that the blood would contaminate it if he put it in his pocket, Wu Ziyan frowned, but quickly took it and put it away.

After finding a foothold, she pulled Han Yuxiu over. Fortunately, the pine tree was sturdy, and the two of them could barely support themselves on it. Han Yuxiu cried out in pain, and Wu Ziyan looked at him with gentle eyes and a little guilt: "Bear with it."

Wu Ziyan tied the rope around Han Yuxiu. This special way of tying the rope saved a lot of effort, but Wu Ziyan couldn't bring him up. She could only climb up first and then slowly pull Han Yuxiu up.

I never imagined that this woman would one day be so strong, able to pull a grown man.

Although it took a lot of effort, pulling was easier than he had expected. He finally managed to pull Han Yuxiu up, and both of them were panting. Wu Ziyan's hands were raw and bleeding, and his legs were weak.

But it was already dark all around, and the hooting of owls could be heard. Wu Ziyan was shivering. Han Yuxiu struggled to take off his coat: "Put this on first. If someone sees you dressed like this, my reputation will be ruined."

"But you're a man, so you're still at risk of losing your innocence."

"I am a doctor, I save lives, I don't care what outsiders say!"

As expected, she had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Wu Ziyan forced herself to give Han Yuxiu a simple bandage and made a splint with a wooden stick to fix his bones.

Han Yuxiu was quite surprised, not expecting Wu Ziyan to be able to handle such matters.

Wu Ziyan looked at him; both of them were disheveled and exhausted. Han Yuxiu took a deep breath and was about to speak when Wu Ziyan spoke first: "Next time, you must tell them when you come out that I will be very sad if you die." [Mainly, you'll be dead.]

"The way you're talking, it's like you wish I were dead." He calmed down now, but instead became resentful.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you out." Wu Ziyan was calm at this moment, probably only thinking about someone coming to rescue them as soon as possible.

She casually hugged Han Yuxiu, whose face turned red to the roots of his ears: "You, you wouldn't be trying to take advantage of me, would you? Let me tell you, I... I'm an innocent man!"

"What are you thinking? Being close together can prevent our body temperature from dropping too quickly. We don't want to freeze to death before anyone comes to rescue us."

Wu Ziyan's reasonable explanation was also acceptable. A gust of wind blew by, and it was indeed very cold. So, the two snuggled together.

Han Yuxiu's heart was pounding wildly. Although Wu Ziyan was holding him, her hands were gently around his armpits, and Wu Ziyan was leaning on his shoulder.

He braced his hands on the ground, unsure of where to place them, and finally slowly put his hands on Wu Ziyan's back.

When his hand touched Wu Ziyan, he realized how thin and small the person in front of him was; he could feel the shoulder blades on the back. He looked at Wu Ziyan's face, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

At that moment, a fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He hadn't expected a woman to smell so sweet, and the soft touch against his chest made his face turn even redder.

Wu Ziyan was truly exhausted; her eyelids were drooping. She slowly leaned on Han Yuxiu's shoulder, closed her eyes to rest, and Han Yuxiu remained motionless.

At this moment, the system's voice sounded: "Han Yuxiu's favorability has reached 10%, and the explosive formula has been obtained." But Wu Ziyan was too sleepy and didn't listen carefully.

Then Wu Ziyan's breathing gradually calmed down. When he looked at her more closely, her face was covered in smears like a little kitten's, with only her long eyelashes fluttering.

This was the first time he had looked at someone so closely. Although the person wasn't particularly heroic, he no longer felt the same resistance he used to have.