"......" Murong Canghai lifted up the robe on his body and threw it back, squatted down on one knee in front of her, held her sprained left foot in the palm of his hand with both hands, and carefully examined it and found that there were signs of swelling at the ankle.

His palm was half clenched into a fist, covering the sprained place, and gently groped, and after a while, Su Yueming felt a warmth penetrate into her flesh and bone through his palm, and the stinging feeling slowly dissipated a little.

Then, he pressed the bone of the ankle and pressed it so hard that he heard only a click......

"Ah......h

"Try to walk." Murong Canghai bent down to help her up and said.

"Hmm." Su Yueming stood up and carefully stepped out with her left foot and stepped on the ground.

"How?" The old man on the side asked nervously.

"......" Su Yueming shook her head, "It doesn't hurt much." "I didn't have the piercing pain I felt when I first fell from the tree, only a slight pain.

"That's good, then I'll go down the mountain first, and let the old woman prepare breakfast." The old man bent down to pick up the herbs that Su Yueming had picked, and carried them down the mountain in the basket behind him.

Su Yueming limped and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Come up." However, to her surprise, Murong Canghai squatted down directly in front of her and ordered, "I'll carry you." ”

"No, I can go." She instinctively refused, "Ah......h

"You ......," she whispered helplessly.

He hunched his back, his back, wide and hard, exuding an evil aura that belonged to him, and she was a little out of breath.

In such a posture, she had to lie on his shoulder, and her hair fluttered, quietly intertwined with him, and made a lingering sympathy in the air.

"Yikes!" He stepped on the stone with one foot, the sole of his foot slipped, Su Yueming's body hit forward, and his hand naturally hugged his neck.

In this way, the two of them are more tightly attached.

Su Yueming frowned, but she didn't see the hint of malice on the corner of his lips.

To return to the hut at the bottom of the mountain, you have to pass through a pear forest, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at this piece of snow white.

Those pear blossoms, dense turns, layer upon layer, such as white clouds on the horizon, such as winter snowflakes, such as stars in the night sky, the breeze blows, the air is sandwiched with the fragrance of pear blossoms, leisurely floating, people's hearts are intoxicated.

At this time, it is the season when the pear blossoms are about to fall, and after the breeze, the pear blossoms in the woods fall like snow, fluttering and sprinkling, brilliant and shining.

"It's snowing." She suddenly cried softly, and at this moment, like a little girl, her face showed joy and innocence that she had never seen before.

Murong Canghai turned around and caught the unburdened smile on her face, and his heart seemed to be blowing in a breeze, causing a ripple

The pear blossom snow fell on their clothes, in their hair, and everything was beautiful like a dream.

For a moment, it is enough to make people forget all the troubles of time, and even forget who they are.

He put her off his back, hugged her horizontally, and looked at her quietly, such a beauty seemed to make them forget the gap between them for a while, and also forgot their respective missions.