Wu Xi opened his eyes slightly, his heart felt like someone was clenching his heart tightly, and it was aching.

He had heard of Song Yan's mother. She was Song Xisong's most ordinary wife. It was rumored that she was Song Xisong's first love and was always on top of his heart. He will show a blatant preference for Song Yan and give him all the best things.

Seeing the man who rarely showed fragility, Wu Xi softened his heart, and tentatively reached out to touch the man's hand.

As soon as the fingertips touched the skin, they were tightly grasped. Song Yan half-closed his eyes and looked at Wu Xi. The gaze seemed to fall on him through a thick fog, and it was like frost and snow on a winter morning. pressed on his chest.

"Wu Xi?" Song Yan said his name hesitantly.

Wu Xi nodded, but didn't withdraw his hand immediately.

"It's you." Song Yan's tone seemed to be sighed, and his hands relaxed, "Come here, let me hug you."

Wu Xi didn't feel any resistance in his heart, he lay obediently beside Song Yan, and said softly, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah." Song Yan closed her eyes, put her hands on Wu Xi's waist, and said in a low voice, "It's so cold, come closer."

It was only then that Wu Xi realized that the man's lips were turning white, his body was trembling slightly, and he looked extremely cold.

Generally, people with a fever will be hot and cold, and need to be covered with a thick quilt, and it will be fine if they sweat a lot.

But there can't be a thick quilt here, Wu Xi stared at the man in front of him and hesitated for a while, bit his lower lip, leaned over, and stretched out his arms to hug the trembling man.

The man's body was a size bigger than his, and it was a bit difficult to hold it with both hands.

But now they can only keep warm like this, and there are still more than four hours before the morning, as long as they hold on, someone will come to find them.

In a daze, Wu Xi fell asleep while embracing Song Yan. When he woke up the next day, he found that he was the only one left on the haystack.

He sat up abruptly, looked around, and happened to see Song Yan coming in from the cave.

The man was holding two fish in his hand, and when he saw Wu Xi who was awake, he threw the fish in front of him and said, "Grill these two fish."

Wu Xi silently looked at the two fish jumping around on the ground in front of him, and then looked at Song Yan, who was healthier and more energetic than the fish.

If Song Yan's chest was not still bandaged, he would suspect that the memory of last night was a dream.

Wu Xi didn't ask how he caught the fish, he picked it up silently and went to a corner to deal with it.

Because of his habit in the army, he carries a Swiss Army Knife with him, which can be used for self-defense and for peeling fruit.

After finishing the fish, Song Yan had already set up the fire, sat on the stone with a shriveled cigarette in his mouth, and leaned close to the flame to light the cigarette.

"Tsk," Song Yan shook the cigarette butt, exhaled a puff of white smoke, "wasted, such a good smoke."

Wu Xi carried the fish over, Song Yan threw the cigarette into the fire, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so slow?"

The man was being picky on purpose, he didn't use it for 10 minutes before and after handling both fish.

It's best to fall asleep like last night.

Wu Xi was slandering, but he didn't show it on the face, he walked over obediently, and skewered the fish with a branch.

As he was earnestly grilling the fish, feeling Song Yan's scrutinizing eyes, Wu Xi lowered his head, pretending not to notice.

"You took care of me last night?" Song Yan asked.

The answer is obvious, apart from the two of them, there is no third person in this cave, and Song Yan deliberately asked this question.

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One more afternoon

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