The winding stream flows, waving like patterns, and the flowers and trees along the coast are reflected in the water. With the breeze and ripples, it is like innocent children laughing.

Picking flowers, chasing fish, and stepping on the water, Zijuan took Xiao Ya to have fun and smiled happily, but because she was not familiar with the terrain, she did not notice a rush in front and a deep pool below.

"Aunt Juan, Aunt Juan." Xiao Ya was not speaking smoothly, so she could only use words and body language to express her meaning. Her little finger pointed to a cluster of flowers and trees on the other side of the stream. The flower could not be named, but it was blooming very brightly and as big as a sea bowl, which was very eye-catching.

Well, um, Zijuan also showed a childlike smile and placed Xiao Ya under the village on the shore. She rolled up her trouser legs and waded in the stream to go over to pick flowers.

Walking into the middle of the stream, Zijuan slipped under her feet and fell into the water. After being washed a few meters, she was rushing. She became more and more unable to stand up and could not hold on. She screamed and was washed down from the pool.

"Aunt Juan, Aunt Juan--" Xiao Ya cried in anxiety under the tree.

Meng Youtian followed the footsteps of the shore and heard Zijuan's screams not far away, and then Xiao Ya's cry. He quickly accelerated his pace and chased after him.

The water in the pond was deep and cool. Zijuan fell into it and struggled hard in the water with instinct. It sank for a while, and then it came out again. She fluttered and gradually lost her strength. She became dizzy and saw the steep stone wall rotating quickly. As soon as her nose inhaled, a sour and spicy pain came in, the water drilled into her nostrils. Zijuan quickly opened her mouth and poured two more mouthfuls of water.

She tried her best to reveal the water surface, and the bottom of the water was pulling her down like hands. She kept spraying water. She took a bite after bite, and gradually, she became more drowsy and weak and sank down the water surface...

With a clamor, Meng Youtian grabbed Zijuan's hair and floated to the water and swam towards the shore. He felt his legs numb and his body was chilling. With his last will and strength, he pulled Zijuan to the shore. He held up her body with difficulty and walked step by step on the shallows.

Zijuan lay in Meng Youtian's arms, closed her eyes, her loose black hair drooped down, and water droplets dripped down, not knowing whether it was death or life.

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The sun shone on his face, and Zijuan slowly woke up and found herself lying on the grass on the shore. A man's face was so close to her.

"Brother Arita--" Zijuan frowned slightly. Her soft call surprised Meng Youtian.

"Zijuan, you. Do you recognize me?" Meng Youtian widened his eyes, was surprised and was filled with joy, and was a little confused.

"The horse was shocked and turned down from the bridge. You saved me." Zijuan pursed her lips and said, "To save me, your legs were still folded on the stone."

This is, this is the old thing, and it is also the reason for his broken leg and disabled. Meng Youtian blinked and looked at Zijuan, and his face became worried again. What happened? What strange disease did he have in his head?

"Aunt Juan, you, okay." Xiao Ya showed her little head timidly behind Meng Youtian. She was carried by Meng Youtian. She kept waiting foolishly for Zijuan to wake up.

Zijuan sat up slowly, her head still a little drowsy. She blinked her eyes and identified for a while, stroked her forehead and slowly recalled her memories. She hesitantly reached out to Xiao Ya, "You, are you Xiao Ya?"

"Zijuan, don't worry, you will remember it slowly." Meng Youtian said softly: "If you can recognize me, I will jump up with joy."

Zijuan hugged her head with both hands, and the messy memories slapped her thinking violently like a surging tide, and her headache was about to crack.

Meng Youtian sighed, gently hugged Zijuan's shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let's go home first. After so long, my family should be thinking about it."

Zijuan's thinking was very chaotic and she had almost no ability to make decisions. But if she recognized Meng Youtian, she would obey him and her feelings for Meng Youtian began to wake up.

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The moon rose, and the surroundings were silent. Only the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded the purple cuckoo. The rich aura in the mountains and fields blew mischievously in the air, filling people with lazy tiredness and pleasure.

Arita Niang had already fallen asleep and breathed evenly, while Zijuan's eyes were wide open, still continuing her memory.

She remembered the death of her father and mother, and tears flowed silently; she remembered being frightened in the mountains, and couldn't help but tighten her body; she remembered Meng Youtian's marriage and A Xiu, and A Xiu and Ayutian's mother took care of her meticulously; she remembered Meng Youtian's sad eyes when she was sick...

The pearls of memory were worn out, forming strings of beads, strings of bead chains were connected, forming a more complete memory. Zijuan finally returned to normal, but she was also confused and confused.

If he hadn't been sick, he would have married Meng Youtian long ago and became a couple, without A Xiu and Liu Feng's intercourse. Do you blame Meng Youtian? He blamed him for being indifferent, blamed him for being unrestrained, and blamed him for not waiting for him. Zijuan's mood was extremely complicated. He blamed Meng Youtian, and thanked him, A Xiu, and Ayutian Niang for his long-term care.

What puzzled Zijuan the most was how she should deal with herself in the future. In name, she was Meng Youtian's wife, but in fact she was not a husband and wife with Meng Youtian, but she couldn't forget the fact that she had fallen in love with Meng Youtian. And letting her accept the reality really make her feel a little uncomfortable.

Zijuan was confused. She was at a loss. She could neither make decisions nor get rid of the real problems. She even began to regret why she woke up and was tortured by such a dilemma.

In this quiet night, Meng Youtian was also sleeping uneasy, and he was also thinking about Zijuan's problem. Yes, Zijuan is his nominal wife, which is well known to everyone, but that happened when Zijuan was scared and sick. Zijuan did not have the freedom to choose. What about Zijuan now? If he was still waiting in love, then of course there was nothing to say. But he had two more women, and Ah Xiu married under the banner of taking care of Zijuan. What excuses did Liu Feng have?

I am indeed a little sorry for Zijuan. I made a vow of friendship and kindness, but after Zijuan fell ill, she turned her promise and felt guilty no matter how much she found a reason.
Chapter completed!