Third, how Lei Jingshu spent it, she no longer knows.

By the time she woke up, the pine forest had returned to its former brightness, and a few cotton-wool-like clouds in the sky moved slowly with the wind, and a faint breeze blew the pine needles, a quiet appearance of the years.

The punishment of heavenly thunder is like a dream, running away from nowhere when people are not paying attention, but it leaves a deep fear in the hearts of the dreamers.

Ning Suhe moved lightly, but his whole body seemed to be broken, and his arms and legs seemed to be broken into several pieces, scattered on the ground. They all exist, but none of them belong to themselves.

She looked around, lying on her stomach on the cold ground, half outside the house and half inside. As far as the eye could see, there was charred dirt and pine tree trunks. The darkness of the cabin was deathly silent, except for the sound of her shallow breathing.

Where did Jing Shu go?

There was only one thought in her mind.

Struggling to regain her body and regain the feeling of controlling her arms and legs, Ning Suhe held the ground for a long time before she stood up tremblingly.

She was like an old woman, slumped upright, but she was still leaning against the wall and trying to turn around in search of the forgiving figure.

A warm, warm light shone through her side, and she saw that the holes in the ground were gone, the chains were gone, and not even the lightning that could break through the flesh and burnt through the cabin left no trace.

All the same as before, only the physical pain remained.

"You're awake." Jing Shu still knelt on the futon, facing the solemn Buddha statue in the extreme sky and reciting scriptures.

His clothes were as smooth as new, his back was straighter than the door panel, and there were no scars on his body, and there was no sense of malaise.

Ning Suhe opened his mouth, but his throat was as hot and painful as fireworks. She desperately swallowed the few mouthfuls of the liquid that had been left and asked steadily, "Aren't you hurt?"

Jing Shu's face was buried in the shadows, and instead of looking up at her, he reached out from under the wide sleeve and hooked his fingers, "Come here."

Ning Suhe took a step towards him obediently, but her body was not as obedient as her thoughts, and her knees were about to fall to the ground as soon as she became weak.

Suddenly, a spiritual power gently lifted her up and stood up straight, Ning Suhe lowered her head, and found that the spiritual power of forgiveness was flowing into her body continuously.

The refreshing and gentle warmth soothed the wounds on her body, and the torn legs and feet seemed to be slowly stitched together.

The pain disappeared for a moment, and only the warmth of the spring breeze surrounded her.

After a while, Ning Suhe gently fell to Jingshu's side, and sat on the ground with his legs to adjust the spiritual power in his body. It was as if her body had come back to life, her muscles were revived, blood was flowing, and she regained her pre-injury briskness.

Seeing that she was recovering, Jing Shu hung his hands tiredly, bent down to hold on to the ground and gasped.

"Forgiveness, what's wrong with you?" Ning Suhe hurriedly retracted his momentum and held Jingshu's shoulder, and there was a slippery feeling under the touch of his fingertips.

She removed her fingers, and a little blood soaked through her clothes, like plum blossoms blooming on dry earth.

"How so?" Her voice was alarmed, "Aren't you okay? I used my spiritual power to heal my wounds just now, how could I ......?"

Keishu pushed the ground and straightened up, his head hung in embarrassment, and his voice floated like dust in the air: "You go."

Ning Suhe was anxious, and held Jing Shu's shoulder and said, "How can I leave you alone? What can I do to get you back?"

Jing Shu was groggy, and the face of the woman in front of her was like a mirror, as if the next time she opened her eyes, it would disappear like a dream. He focused his gaze with all his might, and his lips twitched: "This is what I owe you......

Ning Suhe couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Even if it's not the same person, it's atonement......" The cold sweat on his forehead dripped to the ground.

Ning Suhe's body was a little stiff for some reason. Is she still a shadow of a person? She is so much like the person he likes, so much like the person he is sorry for, even the atonement should be counted on her head?

It's simply for her

a kind of slander and contempt.

"I don't want to admit your affection." Her dantian gathered spiritual power, and sucked it out with force in her palm, pushing it all onto Jing Shu's back, "Take back your spiritual power."

Before his hand could touch his bloodstained robe, Jing Shu's figure faltered. His chest and back were soaked with cold sweat, his lips were dry and white, his eyes couldn't be opened, and only the only bit of consciousness supported him in whispering, "Don't give it to me...... Let's go......

Then he exhaled a long breath and fell sideways into Ning Suhe's arms.

In the afternoon, the sun was not so bright, thick clouds covered the sun, and the land was covered with haze, and only the scattered soil absorbed the nourishment of the sun and could breathe easily.

Ning Suhe walked in the pine forest, muttering while bending down to look at the wild growth of plants on the ground: "It's clear that I can't hold on, and I still insist on distributing spiritual power to me to heal my wounds, saying anything to atone for my sins, in the end I still want to take care of you."

She skillfully scooped the herbs in the dirt with her hands: "With such a serious injury, he pretended that nothing happened, has he been like this all these years?"

There was a sudden throbbing pain in her chest, and she hurriedly stopped what she was doing, and breathed slowly and deeply in her heart.

Is she distressed? I feel sorry for this person who she looks at as someone else, and she is still a monk who doesn't know her age?

It may seem ridiculous, but that's exactly what she thinks. For Jing Shu this person, she always has some contradictory and familiar feelings, she is a little afraid of him, but she wants to be close to him, knowing that he has someone she likes, but it is difficult to suppress her fast heartbeat and care more and more about him.

Maybe it's like, Ning Suhe suddenly understood. She continued to dig out the herbs and hugged them fullly, "I haven't seen so many herbs in the pine forest before, it really looks like they grew overnight."

On the way back, she picked up a rock and brought it back to the hut with her.

In the room, Jing Shu was curled up on his side on the ground, with a thin futon under his neck, and he was shivering incessantly, and there were words in his mouth, but all he could say was in a vague tone, which made it impossible to distinguish.

Ning Suhe put down the herbs and stones, stepped forward and touched Jingshu's forehead: "I have a fever...... Is it because of the inflammation of the wound?"

To treat the wound, it is necessary to touch the flesh, and to touch the flesh is to take off his clothes. Maybe he'll be unhappy when he sobers up......

"But no matter what, it's still important to save your life." She thought for a moment, pushed Jingshu on the shoulder, gently flattened him, and then decisively opened the monk's robe without a moment's hesitation.

Jing Shu's skin, his chest, as well as his bare ribs and waist without a trace of excess flesh fat, all came into Ning Suhe's eyes at once.

But she didn't have the heart to think about the horse, because on this lean body, there were bloody wounds and cobweb-like lines left by thunder and lightning.

Large and small injuries rubbed brilliant and cruel traces on his body like meteors falling into the sky, and these openings were like mouths devouring reason, making Ning Suhe stunned for a moment.

She didn't expect that Jing Shu had so many injuries on his body, new injuries layered on top of old wounds, and old injuries layered with heartaches.

His trembling fingers tried to touch his red and swollen wound, but they stopped as if they had just woken up from a dream. Ning Suhe hurriedly picked up the stone he had picked up, roasted it with spiritual power, tore out some strips of cloth along the corners of his clothes, put herbs on it, pounded it with stones, and gently applied it to the affected area.

It seemed that her movements were too light, which caused Jing Shu to itch a little, and his eyebrows jumped, but there was no more reaction.

Again and again, Ning Suhe gently pressed the last herb, and her fingertips gently stroked it on Jing Shu's skin through the strip of cloth, tying a knot on his shoulder. The wound on the front has been dressed, but there is still the back.

"I've used everything I've pounded, and I'll have to pound some herbs." She turned her back and tapped the stone lightly.

Jing Shu opened his eyes weakly with a low groan, and after a quick look around, he saw the situation on his body, he was stunned for a moment but still expressionless, just turned his gaze and quietly looked at the back of Ning Suhe's medicine.

Ning Suhe didn t take long to make some more medicine strips, she patted her palms to pat off the sticky slag, and looked back and was about to move to forgive, but saw

The soon-to-be-moved person was conscious, staring at her in silence with his bare body.

"Ahh Ning Suhe was startled, and after a while, she walked up to Jing Shu and half-knelt in front of Jing Shu and said, "You're awake! I...... I've drugged you, don't move, you'll be fine right away."

Her hand touched Jing Shu's cheek: "You have a fever, but your body is still very hot, if it is cold, I will cover you with your clothes."

Jing Shu's gaze followed her movements, only to see him look at his body, and smooth out the upturned edges along the strip of cloth that Ning Suhe tore: "No, hurry up and finish the medicine."

With that, he sat up and left his back to her. Ning Suhe watched his movements, swallowed saliva inadvertently, and obediently picked up the medicine slip and stuck it on the wound.

I don't know what kind of emotion this is, obviously Jingshu has woken up, but her heart is getting more and more agitated. I don't know how much more intoxicating I was when I was in a coma, Ning Suhe looked at his back close at hand and forgot what he was going to do, and he didn't move after applying the medicine.

"What's wrong with you?" Keito turned his head to her and asked.

"No, no." Ning Suhe patted his cheek, quickly tied the strip of cloth, and bandaged all the wounds on his back.

She picked up the monk's robe and put it on, and her eyes fell on his lower body: "What about the injuries here?"

Jing Shu's hand to arrange his clothes stopped, but his eyes were not on her: "I will deal with it, thank you for your help today, this kindness, Jing Shu will not forget." It's just that it's getting late today......

"You're going to drive me away again?" Ning Xuhe saw that she was rotten into clothes that were worse than what Hanako was wearing, and she should go and redo it, otherwise she should think she was scribbling if she kept being like this.

"Okay, take care then." She simply pushed the door open and walked away.

Jing Forgiveness looked at her back in astonishment: "Gone? It's okay to go...... Let's go."

At night, the stars hang in the night sky, illuminating the way on earth with the moon.

Ning Suhe wore a new lotus pink dress and carried a food box to the pine forest. The door to the cabin was still closed, and she walked in easily.

Keishu raised his head in surprise when he heard the voice, "You're here."

He had reverted to a reverent kneeling posture, but he did not have much strength, and his whole body exuded a weak haggardness.

"Feed for you." Ning Suhe handed him the food box, and then stepped forward to take off his clothes, "I also have to change the medicine."

Jing Shu ducked back slightly, "I can do it myself."

Ning Suhe's hand grabbed the placket of his clothes: "You can come from the front by yourself, but what about the back?" Don't be reckless, be obedient."