It's really difficult to have lovers in this world who rely on each other until they grow old, and sometimes you can miss a lifetime for the sake of one person.

is like the woman named Song Yanran, she is stubborn, strong, and beautiful. Ji Ruxi also arranged for her to die beautifully and magnificently. By the Yuxi River, under the willows. Song Yanran sat leaning against the tree, and the blood on her wrist moistened everything.

"There is no self without you in this world." Song Yanran's vision slowly became blurred, the man came dressed in white, tears blurred her vision, after all, it was just what she thought in her heart.

Ten years ago, Song Yanran and Helan Xue met by the Yuxi River. She vaguely remembered that Helan Xue's ice-blue eyes were amorous and indifferent, and the bridge of her nose was high. He always likes to wear a snow-white brocade robe, holding a white folding fan in his hand, a golden belt around his waist, a pair of black boots on his legs, and an egg-sized piece of peiyu on the back of the boots. Unfathomable and suave, he is the best interpretation of perfection. Coupled with the fact that the whole person exudes a charming kingly atmosphere, people are reluctant to take their eyes off his face. There was a careless maturity on his evil face, and the butterflies inadvertently swirled around him, landing on his hairpin from time to time, so beautiful that it could not be described in words.

"Yanran, it's good to wait for me to come back." Helan Xue's seductive voice echoed in Song Yanran's ears from time to time, and this sentence rang in Song Yanran's ears from time to time, and every time she dreamed back at midnight, she couldn't help but wet her eyes.

Song Yanran leaned on the big tree next to her and didn't speak, just nodded gently. From that moment on, there was only the bright white shadow that belonged to Helan Xue in her world.

between them. There was an unusual encounter. Song Yanran was sixteen years old that year. She studied medicine with her father since she was a child, and often followed her father to the forest to collect some herbs. The woods are on top of a mountain, not too high. It's easy to climb. But the weather in the mountains is unpredictable, and it is often drenched in heavy rain. When it rains, the fog is so thick that you can't tell the way down the mountain. So, Song Yanran's father built a small wooden house at the foot of the mountain in case of emergency.

When Song Yanran became an adult, she basically came to the mountain alone to collect medicine, and her father treated people outside and gave medicine to the poor. The mother's death in childbirth was a lifelong pain for the father. Since then, he has worked harder to study medicine. I hope to save more people and avoid tragedy.

"Daddy, there's no snake yellow grass left, I'll go to the mountains to pick some and come back." Song Yanran put on her small bamboo basket and walked out.

"Girl. Come back early. Be careful. Although Song Yanran had been to that nameless mountain countless times, her father would still remind her every time, even if it was just repeating the same sentence.

That day, Song Yanran went to the mountain to collect medicine as usual, and she wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead as she walked. She wanted to wash her face by the creek in front of the wooden house, but she was surprised to find that there was a person lying there. The man was lying on his back in the river with a lot of arrows stuck in his back, and the blood he shed stained the water around him.

Song Yanran stepped forward. He probed the man's snort, though it was faint. But its presence can still be felt.

"It's still alive." Song Yanran couldn't help but be taken aback, and I have to say that this person's life is really big. Song Yanran dragged him into a nearby cabin with great difficulty. The stones on the side of the road cut through the man's skin, and he was unconscious at the moment. There is no way, Song Yanran can't drag him at all, so it can only be like this. By the time they arrived at the cabin, the man's chest had all worn out.

Song Yanran was powerless to drag him to the bed anymore and let him lie on the ground. Song Yanran took out a silver needle to protect the man's heart. The man's injuries were examined by cutting the outer cloak with a knife. The four arrow feathers are distributed in different parts, and it appears that they were shot from behind while riding a horse.

"Fortunately, it didn't hurt important parts." Song Yanran sat on the ground and wiped her sweat with her sleeve. It had taken too much of her energy to drag the man in, and she had to rest for a while before she could pull out the arrow for him.

Song Yanran's father and daughter often settle here, so the basic tools are still available. This saved a lot of things for Song Yanran's rescue work.

Song Yanran cut the man's robe with a knife, and then the knife kept roasting on the fire. Song Yanran often watched her father treat some external injuries to others, but she never practiced it herself. She looked at the arrow in the man's back and frowned.

"Which one should I pull first?" Song Yanran touched her head and thought for a while. "Forget it, no matter, just practice it, anyway, if you don't save him, he'll die." Song Yanran shook her head and didn't think about it so much.

Song Yanran cut the arrow short first, and the situation of the entire back was seen very clearly. She soaked her handkerchief and wiped off the clotted blood on it. Song Yanran began to pull out the arrow, the arrow was barb-shaped, and she pulled it out with tweezers to cut the wound, and there was a lot of flesh and blood on it. Song Yanran felt that her hands were trembling slightly. The man's body moved slightly because of the severe pain, and his brows were locked.

The next few arrows, Song Yanran pulled out very smoothly. Song Yanran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, she immediately gave the man medicine to stop bleeding and bandaged the wound. He spread the quilt on the ground again and let the man lie down.

The sky outside was overcast and dark, so Song Yanran quickly closed the window and sat outside alone boiling medicine. The heavy rain really came as scheduled, and the wind blew fiercely in an instant, and Song Yanran hurriedly entered the wooden house with the medicine.

However, the man at this moment couldn't swallow the medicine at all, and the medicine came in and out from his mouth. In desperation, Song Yanran had to find an empty bamboo pole and go down to the man's throat, and she drank the medicine into her mouth and then spit it it in. Seeing that the medicine successfully flowed into the man's throat, Song Yanran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The sun shone warmly into the room, and the man lying on the ground opened his eyes leisurely.

"Where am I?" The man's voice was hoarse from dryness.

Song Yanran heard the voice, and her arm on the table slid and woke up.

"Are you awake?" Song Yanran smiled at him in a friendly manner, and the millet porridge that had been hot overnight was brought to the man. She is the best at taking care of patients.

"You saved me." The man struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, blood leaked from the wound.

"You can't move yet, and behold, the wound is cracking again." Song Yanran put down the millet porridge in her hand and shook her head helplessly. She walked up to the man and carefully treated his wounds.

Song Yanran's long eyelashes flickered, and the sunlight hit her face obliquely, showing a hint of redness. Song Yanran is really beautiful at this moment, with a tall nose bridge, a red cherry mouth, and the man lost his mind for a moment. (To be continued......)