The drizzling rain splashed on the ruins of the devastated grass house, and the cold rain sparsely smashed on Song Miaomiao's slowly crawling body, cooling her body and freezing her heart.

She didn't know how long she had climbed, maybe an hour or two hours, to shorten the distance between the two.

Yueyue was pressed by a pile of dead tree backbones, except for a soft and boneless hand, all the rest were buried, and even the corners of her clothes never leaked.

Song Miaomiao crawled in the rocks and mud with difficulty, except for her intact hands, there was no place on her body that could move, especially her feet, she had already lost consciousness in pain, she had no extra strength and didn't even dare to look back at her injuries, she was afraid that when she turned around, she would find that she was missing feet and legs and would lose the strength to climb forward, so she could only silently read Yueyue's name, pulling the rough earth with one palm and dragging the heavy body forward slowly.

The rain was heavy every hour, and the sky was already dark at this time, so I couldn't check the time, but it was estimated that the state of the moon should be in the second half of the night, the already cold winter and the rain that had been injured all night, the wound didn't even bleed under the rain, and Song Miaomiao, who was already pale and haggard, was even more pale and pale at the moment.

The only intact hand also became a blur of flesh and blood in her crawling all night, but she didn't seem to feel the pain, and the whole person kept crawling forward with nervousness, crawling towards the little hand that was as white and tender as the best white jade porcelain in the world.

When the bloodstained hand touched the little white hand, the rain became inexplicably heavier.

Song Miaomiao suddenly retracted her hand in panic when she watched the blood on her hands spread along the rain and stain Yueyue's little hands, as if her bright red blood would pollute such a pure and beautiful her.

It was far away and couldn't see clearly, but it was really close, through the narrow space in the crack of the tree, she saw the familiar little face of the person who had made her talk all night, but the little face that was originally filled with the most beautiful and pure smile in the world was pale at this time, the big eyes that were smart and laughing were tightly closed, and the small mouth was tightened into a line, I don't know if it was frozen or excessive blood loss, at this time it was a miserable white, a miserable white without human color.

Song Miaomiao opened her mouth dryly, wanting to call her, but she could only let out a dry whimper, and tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads.

At this moment, the helplessness and coldness of the sky overwhelmed her, and she thought desperately in a drowsiness.

Creation makes people, but she didn't expect to live a new life, not only can she not save anyone around her, but even her own ending still can't escape a tragic death.

Since the evening, Ning Jian has been inexplicably flustered.

It may be out of escape or something else, but when he really found this hidden peach orchard alone, he could only ruthlessly let go of all scruples, based on Sister Zhu's words that night and his own experience, he was not called one of the best doctors in the industry.

When he finally found the root of the problem, Jiang Jingnan, Gu Jiayin and the others unexpectedly arrived in Yuming Village to join him, and the reason why the terrible rumors of Yuming Village, which trapped hundreds of ordinary people, were revealed, but it was ridiculous, and the dozen or so people who came with them were all people led by Ning Jian this time, including several people from Taocun, who seemed to have come together because they were worried about Song Miaomiao's condition.

"Cattle have a batch, Young Master Jane." Jiang Jingnan re-photographed Ning Jian, who had not seen him for a few days, embarrassed and haggard, and even had a somewhat depressed mental state.

Gu Jiayin, who came with him, looked left and right, but he didn't find that familiar figure.

"Brother Jian, what about Er Miao."

Ning Jian walked out from the lively crowd, and when he heard someone ask about Song Miaomiao, his nerves, which had always been tense, relaxed, and his unchanged handsome face showed a little tenderness: "I didn't let her come with me, she was ...... with Yueyue"

He couldn't seem to figure out exactly what it was.