Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Yuan Gang assumed that the couple had suddenly reunited, and Zhao Yan was worried about her husband, so she didn't say anything more.

Just as Zhao Yan had feared, Yang Sanlang developed a fever in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Yuan Yutang was asleep, Zhao Yan did not disturb him. Instead, she went to rummage through her basket, actually taking out the antipyretics she had prepared in advance from her spatial storage cabinet.

After brewing the medicine, with Yuan Gang's help, the two of them struggled to get Yang Sanlang to swallow it.

"Uncle Yuan, go and rest. I'll look after things here."

This man is Zhao Yan's nominal husband, so her saying this won't arouse suspicion from others.

"Okay, if you're sleepy, go and rest. I'll stay here at the cave entrance."

"Okay." Zhao Yan nodded gently.

Fortunately, Yang Sanlang's fever subsided after taking the medicine.

Zhao Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell whether she felt more fortunate or more regretful.

She was probably relieved.

Although Xiao Mi didn't say it, Zhao Yan knew that Xiao Mi longed for a father who would love her.

Although Yang Sanlang is not Xiaomi's biological father, he does hold the title. If he acknowledges Xiaomi, Zhao Yan feels that she can reluctantly try to accept Yang Sanlang as a person.

If he doesn't want Xiaomi... well, then let her go cool off somewhere else!

Thinking of her parents, Zhao Yan suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

In modern times, she must have sacrificed herself, right?

My parents will be heartbroken when they find out she's dead.

Hey.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks, and Zhao Yan hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them away.

I just hope my older brother and sister-in-law can comfort our parents and stop them from getting stuck on their own thoughts.

Yuan Gang turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yan's actions. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.

That's it.

He must keep a close eye on Yang Sanlang and make sure his life is not in danger.

……

morning.

A ray of warm sunlight pierced through the layers of branches and leaves and entered the cave entrance.

Yang Sanlang, who was lying on the straw mat, trembled slightly with his eyelashes. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were fierce as he swept them straight at the figure opposite him.

When he saw the woman's beautiful and delicate features, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

is her!

He is not dreaming!

He was really saved!

Around four or five in the morning, Zhao Yan couldn't stay awake any longer. She started nodding and fell asleep with her head resting on her knees.

As if sensing something, she woke up when the man looked over.

Only when the burning gaze in front of her disappeared did she pretend to wake up slowly.

Opening her eyes, she saw the man's gaze quickly shift to the side. She pressed a slight smile to her lips and asked softly, "You're awake? Can you remember who I am?"

Yang Sanlang was extremely surprised and replied uncertainly, "Zhao...Yan?"

His silly wife?

Judging from her appearance, you can tell that it's her to some extent.

But isn't she mentally challenged?

Now when he speaks... he sounds like a normal person.

Zhao Yan then asked, "Who is Zhao Yan?"

"...My wife?" Yang Sanlang blinked, uncertainly.

"Pfft-"

A soft chuckle came from the side.

Tian Xiu'e walked over carrying a water bag, her mocking gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhao Yan and Yang Sanlang.

"Sister-in-law Tian".

Yang Sanlang's face froze for a moment, and he subconsciously tried to get up.

The injury was on his back, and any movement aggravated it, causing him to wince in pain.

Zhao Yan quickly pressed her hand on his shoulder, and her tone became a little harsher.

"Don't move around. You still have an injury on your back. Just lie still."

Yang Sanlang felt the warmth coming from his shoulder, and his ears couldn't help but turn red.

"……I see."

He responded, gave Tian Xiue an apologetic smile, and lay back down on the straw mat.

Tian Xiu'e was preoccupied with her own thoughts and didn't notice anything amiss.

She handed the water pouch to Zhao Yan, saying, "Yan'er, the water in here is freshly heated by me. Please give your Sanlang some water."

"You guys keep drinking, I'll go prepare breakfast first, otherwise those guys will ask me for food again when they get up."

She glanced at Yang Sanlang, then turned and walked away.

Zhao Yan looked at the water pouch in her hand, then glanced at Yang Sanlang on the ground.

"...Would you like some water?"

"Need not."

Yang Sanlang shook his head, feeling a throbbing pain in his lower abdomen, and his face froze again.

hiss--

This Zhao Yan is completely different from the silly wife he remembers.

Are they... really the same person?

"Could you... help me outside? I... I need to use the restroom..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan's expression stiffened for a moment.

But she quickly realized what was happening, and with a blank expression, she left with the words, "You wait here, I'll go and call Uncle Yuan."

He then got up and went to call for help.

Yuan Gang helped Yang Sanlang to relieve himself in the grove outside, and then helped him back and placed him back on the straw mat at the entrance of the cave.

In just a short while, Yang Sanlang's wound on his back reopened, and blood began to seep out.

After finishing her own business, Zhao Yan saw Yuan Yutang and Yuan Gang changing Yang Sanlang's dressing, so she quickly went to help.

After changing the dressing, Yuan Yutang sat down and took Yang Sanlang's pulse again.

"The toxins in your body haven't been completely cleared yet, so continue taking the detoxification pills."

"I'll prescribe some anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicine for you. Try it and see how it goes."

"Yuan Gang, come with me to get the medicine."

After taking his pulse, he got up and left.

Yang Sanlang lay quietly on the straw mat, glancing at Zhao Yan every now and then with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

"Ask whatever you want."

Zhao Yan burned the blood-stained cloth strips clean and returned to the cave.

Yang Sanlang opened his mouth and asked the question that had been bothering him.

"Are you really Zhao Yan?"

"Pfft-"

Before Zhao Yan could explain, Tian Xiu'e approached with a smile.

"Sanlang, take a good look at Yan'er. Who else could she be but Zhao Yan?"

After thinking for a moment, she pointed to her head and added, "Sanlang doesn't know yet, does he? Yan'er is all better here."

It turned out to be the case.

Yang Sanlang suddenly realized.

No wonder his silly wife doesn't act or speak like she used to; it turns out she's not silly anymore.

Then he asked a second question.

"Sister Tian, ​​what are you doing here?"

This is deep in the Yulin Mountains.

When he returned, he glanced into the cave and saw that there seemed to be a few teenagers inside.

There were four adults and several teenagers.

How did they get here? Aren't they afraid of encountering ferocious wild animals?

Could something have happened in Chenjiagou?

Tian Xiu'e subconsciously looked at Zhao Yan, whose expression remained unchanged. She explained, "It's a long story."

Yang Sanlang already had a bad feeling.

"That……"

"Mother, who is he?"

Just as Yang Sanlang was about to ask about the details, a tiny, exquisitely beautiful child ran over, buried herself in Zhao Yan's arms, and sweetly called her "Mother."

Ok?

mother?

This little girl calls Zhao Yan "mother"?

Is she Zhao Yan's daughter?

Is it...

Yang Sanlang stared in astonishment at Zhao Yan... the little person in his arms.

Zhao Xiaomi was also looking at him with her two big, round eyes.

Upon suddenly meeting the fierce look in Yang Sanlang's eyes, her small body trembled, and she instinctively shrank into Zhao Yan's arms.

Zhao Yan hugged her daughter, gently patted her shoulder, and when she looked up at Yang Sanlang, she glared at him unhappily.

"Be gentle, don't scare Xiaomi."

Tian Xiu'e smiled slightly, "Sanlang, Xiaomi is your daughter."