In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed......

Feng Qi just squatted at the root of the big tree and dug for half an hour.

In the cold and cold wind and snow, his thin body was constantly trembling, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, and his digging hands began to spill blood at some point......

Blood flowed down the dagger and fell on the snow and in the pitch-black dirt.

Feng Qi was still gritting his teeth, still digging hard, but his movements were obviously getting slower and weaker.

Looking at his trembling hands, An Wan closed his eyes, and the hand at his side moved slightly......

Under Feng Qi's gaze, the soil in front of his eyes suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterward, the soil that had been pressed so tightly suddenly overflowed and splashed like gushing spring water.

But in just a second, the packet of sweet potatoes that he had hidden deep in the soil took the initiative to appear in his eyes......

Looking at the bag of sweet potatoes and the pitch-black soil scattered around, Feng Qi's eyes changed.

After hesitating for only a second, he picked up the bag of sweet potatoes with trembling hands, got up and walked back with difficulty......

And An Wan stood in front of him, and the moment he passed by, Feng Qi's black eyes, which had been unwavering, finally reacted,

He glanced at An Wan......

Just a glance, those black eyes still didn't react, there was no wave.

Looking at Feng Qi's departing back, An Wan said lightly: "See, he doesn't need my help." ”

The male protagonist is just more difficult to approach, and his heart is more guarded!!

Can't you be patient?

Can't you be gentle?

Can't you be considerate and kind?

That's your own man!

"Is that still me?"

In the face of the system's roaring and questioning, An Wan blocked the system with just a fluttering sentence.

Forget it, it's better to give up.

It has nothing to do with her, a "heartless" woman.

Thatched huts.

When An Wan returned, Feng Qi was already roasting sweet potatoes on a fire.

The orange light of the fire shone on his face, bringing a touch of warmth to his pale complexion, a hint of "blood".

Regarding An Wan's appearance, Feng Qi didn't seem to be curious at all, not surprised at all, and didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

He completely ignored the existence of An Wan and lived his life on his own.

Eat, drink, sleep......

An Wan was also calm, just by his side, day after day......

Until a month later, until Feng Qi was beaten again, when he was on the verge of death, a second before he was stabbed by the sword, An Wan saved him.

Feng Qi fell to the ground breathing weakly, and he looked at the bright sky above his head with a pair of big eyes.

It was daytime, and the light around him was bright, but he felt very dark, cold, lonely, and desperate......

"Your purpose."

After a long time, just when An Wan thought that Feng Qi would return to the state of ignoring her before, Feng Qi suddenly spoke.

"Help you." An Evening only gave these two simple words.

Feng Qi turned his head, his expressionless face, his extremely cold gaze, and his dark bottomless eyes stared directly at An Night.

"Help...... I? Feng Qi looked at An Wan and asked softly.

"That's what I'm for, believe it or not." An Wan calmly looked at Feng Qi's cold black eyes.

Feng Qi looked at her and stared at her without blinking......