When we walked out of the misty forest, the moon had already changed.

Fu Wenzhou saw the camp stationed in the wilderness and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart: "Is Youyou here? Is she here?"

Xu Zezhan turned to look at him and saw that he was still half-dead just now. He suddenly sat up in shock when he saw these camps suddenly dying of illness. The corner of his mouth twitched: "She came earlier than us. Jiang Xun heard about it from the black market.

I told her your news, and she came to country y the next day."

"Fuck!" Fu Wenzhou scolded: "Is there something wrong with her brain? Why would she tell Youyou all this?"

After scolding him, he lay back again with a look of despair on his face: "Youyou should be angry with me again."

Yun Nian interrupted: "Is Youyou your wife?"

"None of your business." Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly.

Yun Nian: "..." Master is right, monks should not gossip.

Xu Zezhan asked: "Is his injury serious?"

Yun Nian: "Although it's not fatal, it's still quite serious."

Xu Zezhan frowned deeply when he heard this.

Fu Wenzhou glanced at the dark night and whispered, "Is there water here at the camp?"

Xu Zezhan frowned and said, "What are you going to do?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "Wipe yourself and change into clean clothes."

Xu Zezhan took a deep breath: "If you are injured like this, why don't you go back for treatment quickly? Fu Wenzhou, are you also seriously injured in the brain?"

Fu Wenzhou moved his body and hissed in pain. After experiencing the pain, he said casually: "I love to be clean, don't you?"

Xu Zezhan: "..."

With a cold face, he asked people to carry Fu Wenzhou to the tent where he was stationed, and personally served Young Master Fu.

When Fu Wenzhou took off his blood-stained clothes, Xu Zezhan's expression changed, he took a breath and was silent for a long time.

There was not a single piece of good meat to be found all over his body.

He raised his head, pushed back the sourness in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Fu Wenzhou, you are really good at it."

A careless smile appeared on Fu Wenzhou's lips, and his voice was lazy and a little tired: "You just found out today?"

"Yes, I just found out today." Xu Zezhan said: "As a brother, I think you are stupid, but I admire you from the bottom of my heart. Fu Wenzhou, you are better than us."

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids drooped. He was very tired, but the pain coming from his body kept him awake all the time.

After a while, he said "hmm".

There were wounds all over his body, and there was no way to wipe them off. Xu Zezhan could only simply deal with some of the blood stains on the wounds, and then called Yun Nian to come in and apply medicine and bandages on him.

Applying medicine was nothing more than torture, but Fu Wenzhou was very patient and did not say a word even when he was sweating profusely.

Yun Nian moved carefully, and it took him more than an hour to finally get it done.

"Okay." Yun Nian said.

Fu Wenzhou changed into Xu Zezhan's clothes. They were both about the same height, and their clothes seemed to fit well.

It was almost midnight when we drove back to the hotel.

Fu Wenzhou asked as soon as he got off the bus: "Where is Youyou?"

Xu Zezhan: "8066."

Fu Wenzhou nodded and limped forward.

Xu Zezhan looked at his back and was speechless for a moment, until Yun Nian spoke up, he came back to his senses: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Yun Nian repeated: "Where do I live?"

Xu Zezhan said to Fu Bei, who was silent behind him: "Take him to get a room."

Fu Bei: "Okay."

Then he took Yun Nian to the front desk of the hotel.

Xu Zezhan looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. Gu Bai was already asleep at this time, so he gave up informing him that Fu Wenzhou had found out about it.

It's not too late to talk tomorrow.

Let Fu Wenzhou have a good rest first.

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The moon is dark, the wind is high, and everything is silent.

Fu Wenzhou took the room key and opened the door, but did not rush in. Instead, he stood at the door and rubbed his face and lips until they were bloody, then went in.

There were no lights on in the room, only a little moonlight on the window sill.

There was a chair in the corner, and Song Qingyou was curled up on it, hugging her knees, her head buried in her knees, her spine bulging, and she was as thin as a piece of paper.

Fu Wenzhou's footsteps froze in place, his heart suddenly contracted, and an indescribable feeling of distress rolled in his heart.

He walked slowly and lamely to Song Qingyou and squatted down. Just such a movement was enough to make him sweat profusely.

But his expression didn't change at all, his thin lips moved, and he shouted twice: "Youyou, I'm back."

Song Qingyou actually heard the noise, but she didn't dare to raise her head. The tension between dreams and reality over the past few days has made it difficult for her to tell the truth from fiction.

She was really afraid that when she woke up, she would find that everything was just a dream.

Her body trembled slightly, and the fingertips holding her arms turned white with force. Although the fear was false, she still had to raise her head.

Song Qingyou recognized Fu Wenzhou's clothes, and what he was wearing was not his.

She was stunned and tears fell instantly.

Fu Wenzhou was suddenly panicked, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed. He raised his hand and gently touched her cheek, and slowly rubbed the underside of Song Qingyou's eyes with his thumb. The tears were slightly cool, but they burned all the way to the bottom of Fu Wenzhou's heart, making him panic.

Emergency measures.

Coaxing in a low voice: "Don't cry, Youyou, don't cry."

The familiar warmth of his fingertips came to her cheeks, and Song Qingyou finally found some sense of reality. She wanted to angrily ask him where he had been for so many days, why he wanted to go into the misty forest alone, and whether he was risking his life.

But the way he came out was: "Fu Wenzhou, do you not want me anymore?"

Fu Wenzhou's heart was choked, and his throat felt uncomfortable and stinging as if something was blocked. He wished he could hold Song Qingyou into his arms immediately, but in the end, he just clenched his fist hard and suppressed such thoughts.

go back.

He paused for a long time before speaking, with a slight tremor in his voice: "How could I not want you?"

Song Qingyou's eyelashes were moist and the ends of her eyes were red, like a rose growing out of the dry land, fragile and tough: "How could you not see me for more than a month if you want me?"

Fu Wenzhou's heart ached sharply, and he hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Youyou, this will never happen again in the future. I have found Yunfang's apprentice. He can cure your disease. We will always be together in the future."

Together."

Song Qingyou's tears rolled down her cheeks, she moved her lips and her voice was hoarse: "Fu Wenzhou, you are just an idiot."

"Yes, I am a fool." Fu Wenzhou wiped away her tears distressedly: "Even if I am a fool, I am your fool alone."

Song Qingyou could no longer suppress her emotions and threw herself into Fu Wenzhou's arms, hugging him tightly and crying: "Fu Wenzhou, there will be no next time."

Say goodbye without saying goodbye and take risks alone.

There won't be a next time.
Chapter completed!